FNaF Oneshots

"Trapped" - Silent Symphonies; Future AU.

'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok...'

I never knew what the sound meant.

Hearing it from a clock, I used to think it was the sound of the The hands moving.

'Tik- Tok.
'Tik- Tok.'

Now I realized that it presents every second passing.

1(Tik), 2(Tok), 3(Tik), 4(Tok), 5(Tik), 6(Tok), 7(Tik), 8(Tok), 9(Tik), 10(Tok)...

They Don't tell us what Time it is. They don't want us to know.
Thye're afraid we'll plan up escaping Plans using that small Piece of Info.
Is it Nighttime? Daytime? Noon? Afternoon? Evening? They won't tell us.

'Tik- Tok.'

Maybe when a Doctor will come in, Or a nursemaid, I can ask them..But the chances are also Low. . .
"Tik- Tok."
 "Tik- Tok"
 So I'm counting the time by myself.
I'm whispering the seconds. Counting them.
60 seconds makes 1 minute. 60 minutes makes 1 hour. That's my only habit. Counting.
What eles can you do when you're trapped in a room all day?

'Tik- Tok.'
 'Tik- Tok'

They need to Pity us, If we want Info from them. They need to Feel Bad for us, But most of them Are.. inhuman.
They don't pity us. They're disgusted by us. They treat us Like small children. Unless we disobey their words, Then They realize That after all, We're grown ups. That we're humans Like them.

If we Disobey their words, They have the worst ways Of Punishing..
I do not know them All, Though. I know Only one.
Lonleyness.
They know It's my weakness, My fear...

'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'

White. That's all I see.
This place.. This 'Heaven'.. Is all. White.
White walls, White desk, White door...White sheets, White Clothes...

They say White is the color of mental peace. The color that heals, That Fixes everything. The color Of.. This Place...
They say that this asylum is basically heaven. They compared it to heaven.
Friggin heaven.
People have different nicknames for this place. Some Say It's a madhouse. Some even call it Home. . . 
"Heaven", is also one of those nicknames.
They say This place will heal us. Make us sane again, Make us.. humans again.
But the Longer you're here... The Longer this place will Drive you Insane. . .

'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.' 

....all I ever wanted is to Go home.. To my Family.
To feel my mother's warmth again, To find comfort in her touch. To Laugh with my Father about the past, To Look at the moon with my Siblings and fantasize about the Future....
What did I ever ask?..
I never asked to be here!... I never asked to be called 'Insane' or 'Mentally Ill'!..

'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'
'Tik- Tok.'

I'm Not Insane.

I'm Not Depressed.

I Don't have Depression.

I'm not Mentally Ill.

It's Just a Trauma.

I'm Just Traumatic.

I'm a Normal Person.

I'm a Normal Person.