Short FNAF drabbles

Without Me.

     There were nights I would lay in my bed listening to the sound of fighting. My mother would shout, and my father would begin to lay into her and the screaming would begin. I'll never forget hearing my mother cry, and my father seethe in a rebellious act.

     My hands would be resting on the small plush my father had given me. It was a small golden toy bear. I always pressed my face against it to comfort myself.

     I just wanted peace in our home and to get away from the violence. I wished that if my mother ever left, I would go with her.

    But tonight was different than the others.

     As the house became quiet, the front door slammed shut.

    Then I realized.

    Mother did leave... without me.

    But I was to stay exactly where I was, with only a toy to console me.