~Pigeon~ (A FNAF fanfic)

Ch. 3 - Damien: At least I look like him

{Damien's P.O.V.}

The door closes behind me and I'm alone. I don't know how long but I stayed in bed for hours. I look at my ceiling, I can't cry but I would be.

"Are you up there Mike?" I ask to no one reaching my arm out.

I get up and walk over to the mirror. I'm the last one standing. The fact I look like what killed me never really bothered me, but now... I need my disk!

"WHERE IS IT!" I scream as I tear my room apart.

"Damien? Are you ok-" Sammy asks opening the door only to see my room in a state of disrepair. "Oh Dames, Come here kid." Sammys says softly holding his arms out.

I hug him like he's going to disappear. All I could do was scream, Sammy should have told me to stop, but he hugged me back. Sammy let me scream and yell and... God I wish I could cry.

"Now, what are you looking for?" Sammy quietly asks me.

"My illusion disk I can't find it!" I say quietly while still holding onto Sammy.

"Ok well let's retrace your steps," Sammy says picking me up like I'm four or something.

We slowly comb through my room and eventually find it. Sammy hands me it then sets me down, I quickly turn it on then look at myself in my mirror. Just like Michael.

"Why was I made like this?" I ask, Sammy wasn't here when I was made.

I remember it, seeing Mike sew my arms to my hands. It didn't hurt, it was nice not being stuck in a small plush. Once Michael and I found Henry he gave me an endoskeleton then started on a more human body. It's in the garage forever unfinished.

"How about this, you go get settled in Michael's room and we'll clean this up later. How about that?" Sammy says to me in an asking tone.

I nod then walk to Michael's room. I know he means well, Sammy always liked cleaning when we were younger. He would say 'it makes me forget to think.' Probably talking about Charlie.