(Tw: self-harm)
Third-person p.o.v
It always went slow. The days passed by in slow, overwhelming seconds.
(Y/n) sat on a bench near the animatronic rooms, waiting for them to be done with their performance.
Again, another day went by in agonizing seconds.
They couldn't do anything else but sit. And of course, the one person (y/n) needed the most was on the stage.
A sigh escaped their lips.
Quite a heavy and defeated sigh.
Deep bags were under their eyes as (y/n) had a look of sadness to them.
There was the little sounds of people and the sounds of footsteps. But they were far away.
(Y/n) looked around the room and stared at the light brown and blue bear's room. Only wishing for him to be back soon.
There was a little memory of Freddy (y/n) could remember.
The way his electric blue eyes stared through them and the way he made their heart jump at every small touch.
It brought a little smile to their face.
But of course, the depression was like a thick, heavy blanket covering every inch of them.
They couldn't fight it.
Not anymore.
The silence felt loud. As there was nothing to do. Everything that (y/n) had to do as a job was done.
Until (y/n) got up slowly and headed towards the bigger part of the pizza plex.
(Y/n) felt like a zombie. Moving slowly and yawning everything minute.
Finally (y/n) made it to the staff bathroom and locked the door behind them.
Looking in the mirror didn't make anything better.
Dark circles, messy hair, paler skin, dead eyes.
And there was the last little bit to stay awake. Even just to stay alive.
Gradually (y/n) rolled up their sleeves to reveal old healing scars. They were scabbing now.
(Y/n) took the razor out of their pocket and stared at it. It was a new blade. Shiny and silver.
As the blade was put up to the skin (y/n) could feel the little poke of the tip of the razor.
Slowly it was dragged across their arm as the silver turned into red.
There was a little sting, then it was gone.
Then another scar, then another.
There was no point in counting. The blood dripped into the sink like a dripping faucet.
The other arm was next.
Both arms were now covered in new and bloody scars.
Both a sigh of relief and disappointment came through.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Your p.o.v.
Staring at my arms I couldn't believe what I had done again.
I promised Freddy I'd never do it again. But I broke another promise. He's going to be pissed at me.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. My heartbeat spiked.
"(Y/n), are you in there?" It was Monty.
"Yeah, why?" I asked.
"You've been in there for a while. We wanted to make sure you were okay." Montgomery whispered.
"I'll be out in a second."
Quickly I wiped away the blood, put the razor in the crushed-up paper towel in the trash, and put my sleeves back down.
But I could feel the blood soaking into my sleeves making them stick to my skin.
I opened the door and there stood the gator.
"Hey, Freddy has been waiting for you. He was getting worried." Monty muttered to me.
I gave him a big sigh.
"Sorry, I just... I'm just tired."
"It's alright. But you should probably go see Freddy. Ya know how much he loves you." Monty chuckled.
Softly smiling I nodded.
"I'll go see him," I whispered.
