♪-Nightmare Bonnie x Fem Reader-♪

(9) ♫

"Y/N. . . Don't leave me. . .!"

"Y/N. . .Where are you? I thought you would be right beside me!"

"We need you! I need you!"

"I thought you would be there with me!"

"C-calm down. . .We have more important business to do than torment her."

"She said she would be there for me!"

"Y-yeah, well, I have better business to attend to! A-afton will PAY!"

"W-wait for me!"

"Huh. . .?" You mumbled.

You woke up, both your legs being as numb as ice, as you got up and blinked your eyes a couple times.

Those voices. . .

One of them sounded like Chris, but the other one. . .

It sounded like a little girl, but she was after someone. . .

Afton . . .

Did she mean Clara? Ms. Afton? Or her husband?

You've never met her husband before, but that's when you heard a scream.

You got up from your bed, not realizing the Bonnie plush was on your chair, and ran downstairs.

"What's happening?!" You ask.

You look around to see Michael in the kitchen, Sobbing while holding his phone.

"Y-y-yeah.  . .Okay. . .I'll tell Chris. . .Bye." Michael murmured.

He hung up and then he tensed when he heard you.

"O-oh, Y/N. . ." He mumbled.

"Michael, what happened-?" You ask, walking over to him.

". . ."

"She's dead." He mumbled.

"W-wha, who is?" You mumble.

"My mom. . .Clara. . ."

"W-what?! how?!" You asked, stunned.

"She, she. . .She drove off a cliff. A-after, she saw our father. . ."

"W-what about your father?" You mumbled.

Michael looked at you.

"F-father never cared about us. . .I guess he did have a soft spot for Chris, And, and. . ." She started to sob more.

"Wait, did you have another brother--? or sister--?" You ask.

He stopped talking.

"Y-yes. . . We did. Her name was Elizabeth. She was such a nice little sister. . .She could never harm anyone. . .But that's when that day. That dreadful day. She was killed. But our father never told us how she died. . .Father was the only one that saw her before she was killed. . ." He mumbled.

"That's horrible! How could he not tell you?!" You snap.

"This so-called, 'Father' you keep talking about doesn't sound like a father! He sounds like a stuck-up person that is selfish!" You yell.

". . ."

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." You mumble.

"I-it's fine. I have to tell Chris, though. . ." Michael said.

He slumped past you and upstairs as you stared at the counter.

That's when you saw something beside you.