Candy Paint--a Willy's Wonderland FanFic

Chapter 7

I jumped, cursing loudly.

"Hey, hey, hey, watch your mouth birthday girl, this is a family establishment," I heard Willy shout from somewhere.

"It's not there anymore," I breathed, regaining my confidence and continuing to clean.

"You can't lie to me, I see it." Cammy continued.

"Yeah, I never have had the money to get it lasered," I spoke, looking at her. Cammy emerged from her hiding spot. Out of all the animatronics, I think I was the closest to Cammy's height.

"Does it still sting?" She asked.

"No, it used to though,"

I had not paid attention to the nasty scar running down my back for years. In fact, I had nearly forgotten about it until now. It was a permanent reminder of what happened on Liv's eighth birthday all those years ago.

"I know they make fun of you for it," Cammy breathed. I glanced at her as I kept scrubbing the arcade screens.

"Oh do you now?" I replied.

"I'm sure that hurts worse,"

"It does,"

"Sometimes they call me ugly, and make fun of my colorful skin,"

"People aren't nice sometimes,"

"Humans aren't nice,"

A chill shot down my spine. I simply nodded my head in agreement as Cammy continued to watch. I ended up avoiding Dance Dance Revolution, as Cammy had not yet moved from the area. "Whatever happened to the two of you,"

"Me and who?" I replied, scanning the area to make sure I didn't miss any games.

"Liv. She was your bestest friend,"

"Was. We had a little bit of a fallout after her 8th,"

"Ah, unfortunate, truly,"

"We're still friends I guess, she left Hayesville with the last guy who came through here so I doubt I'll ever see her again,"

"You seem like a kind person, whatever happened?"

I sighed. "Well, you know the story. We're hanging out in that Super Happy Fun Room day of her eighth birthday, Jerry comes in, kills her parents, stabs me, fails to kill me, we both get out alive, she feels her situation is more important, her friends get mad because my situation is apparently less important,"

"Jealousy?"

"No, not really, it's more of a comparison. And it really, really hurt," I started, "But it's okay, we were just kids,"

"What about your father and brother,"

I scoffed loudly. "Luke wasn't alive at the time. But my dad," I paused, "He wished Jerry had struck just a little harder,"

Cammy was quiet. Her greasy eyes blinked slowly.

"Are you afraid,"

"Afraid of what, Liv?"

"Afraid of your past. With your parents. With this place. With Liv."

"Are you some sort of therapist?" I laughed. Cammy didn't laugh back. "Well, the honest truth is I don't know,"

"How does a human not know what they are feeling?"

"I don't know, I've never known. It's not like I've ever known what I'm doing. Willy's Wonderland was my one escape from reality, and that memory is long gone. All of it is. I just want to run away from it all, okay?" I choked. I didn't like talking about what I felt. There was something about it that made me uncomfortable. Whether it was reflecting on past choices or reminiscing about what I was going to do, it made me feel like I was doing something wrong.