The music was always soothing. It always stopped my pain and made me feel better. I wasn't sad when the music played. I wasn't mad when the music played. I was fine to stay inside the strange box. The strings kept me there. Tied to my wrists and my neck, I didn't mind them when the music played. But then, the music stopped. All my pain came back. I started to remember. I didn't belong in the box. I shouldn't have the strings tied to me. The flaps of the box began to lift, I didn't realize I was forcing it open. As the anger began to rush at me, I climbed out of the box and tried to move away from it. I couldn't. The strings kept me stuck there, this was as far as I'm supposed to go. Then I remembered, I was all alone outside. They locked me out, I couldn't find my father. But his friend was there. Snap. I saw him as an uncle, I knew he could let me back inside. Snap. Then it all went dark. Suddenly I was in the box. Snap. And now I'm free. The strings broke. With all my pain and all my anger, I'll find who stopped the music. Who stopped my peace. Now there are no strings on me.
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FNAFtober (But Words)
FanfictionSince I can't draw but like the idea of FNAFtober, I thought it would be a pretty cool idea to write something to go with each day instead. Fnaf and the daily prompts don't belong to me
