Family Business: A Walten Files AU

Chapter Two: Ties of Hopes and Dreams

(Hello. I know this story has been published on NovelWW/NovelHD, and possibly other sites. I just want to say that if this story is not on Wattpad or AO3...the poster is not me, TheHostyToasty/The_Hosty_Toasty. Please read this on those official websites. Anyways, enjoy the story.)

    Not only was the blood dripping from its mouth, but from its clawed metallic hands as well. Its cocked eyes seemed even more unsettling now as one looked at me now and the other off into space. Despite all of this, Felix's grin never wavered. In fact it only grew as Bon took a step off of the stage. The stench of dried blood and whiskey mixed in the air and attacked my senses. Yet I couldn't move, my mind was racing with the same thing over and over and over again.

"I'm going to die. Right here, right now. This is where it ends."

I shook those thoughts off now and realized the horrid stench was closer. Much much closer. I felt something fall onto my forehead, and slowly trickle down my face. Down the bridge of my nose, dripping to the floor. Blood. I looked up to what the source was...and there it was. Bon, looming over me and reaching his clawed hand out to me. I got myself back to normal quickly, and grabbed the nearest thing I could: a chair. I swung it and broke it against the robot's head and booked it.

"Darla Darling, come back! You've seen too much and I want to help you!" Dad called after me, but I didn't acknowledge him. I ran as far as my tired legs could take me. Into the forest nearby, where the shade managed to conceal my form as I hid behind the biggest tree I could somewhat see. My breathing was heavy, it filled my ears and drowned everything out. Everything except my father's voice trying to lure me out.

"Darla Darla Darla Darling, come on out. I just want to help you! You're miserable, you're upset, you don't know what you remember sweetheart. Come on out, I can help you. I know how to help you. I'm the only one who can." He spoke out, his voice echoing throughout the forest. My breathing began to slow, his words piercing my thoughts. But after a minute I stopped listening to him, and I grabbed a large branch to defend myself. He wasn't going to do this to me, not again. I couldn't let him.

"You're full of crap, Dad. You always have been, I know what I saw that day! You even told me what you did to Ed and Molly! You're a-" But I was cut off by the feeling of tight and cold metal around my throat, silencing me as Dad asked me "What am I? Say it." He hissed. I could feel everything in my throat constricting with each passing second. My head began to feel lighter...but no. I wouldn't give up. This wasn't how I died. "You're a monster. Both of you!" I yelled as I plunged the branch into the 'heart' of the animatronic.

It locked up, convulsing and it fell to the floor. Once it let go of its prey, I made a run for it once more, only looking back at my father a few times. He wasn't chasing me, oddly enough. Just...standing by the now shut down robot. Being distracted by him, I didn't see where I was. Where I was going, and what was coming. I heard a horn and headlights blinded my vision, yet after the bright yellow and white...everything went black and I felt my body hit the solid pavement. I heard a car door open and footsteps getting closer...then nothing. This was it.

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    "-Oh my dear sweet lord above, I think I killed her. Them? I don't know-" That was the first thing I heard when I woke up. My eyes slowly opened and tried to adjust to the light. What little light there was, that is. There was just one of those little lights inside of the car, as well as a soft glow from a lava lamp...somewhere. Blankets and bean bags littered the floor around me. In fact, I was on one of them. My whole body was sunken into it, I felt something crushing my chest. Looking at it, it looked like a mound of fluff resting there. I realized that that wasn't all of the mound, it was just the head. Before I could focus on more features, I heard a gasp and a sigh of relief from the man.