The Tears of a Child | re-written of "Ghosts" | A T.F.F fanfiction

Chapter 0, Section 4: Encounters and Promises

Guess who's back after another accidental Hiatus :-;. I couldn't keep Wattpad on my phone meaning I couldn't write anything. HOPEFULLY everything works out and I'll get to keep writing this story. The story of ghosts has been developing for over 2 years now and I'd like nothing more to finish finally putting my thought into this book.

I just want to add some notes as to avoid confusion

Bryan uses He/Him pronouns
Helpy uses She/They pronouns (pref to She)
Springtrap uses He/Him pronouns
Lefty uses He/They/It (pref to They)

Sincerely, Kaazzoo :)

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"It was not made to kill me, therefore I am not a victim, but an consequence. I knew about the damn robot and yet..."

"You shouldn't blame yourself... that man should be the one you blame!"

"What I don't understand is this form I've taken... is it perhaps because my remnant remains in my body even after death?"

"Maybe"

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Bryan awoke. His eyes as he placed his hand over his heart, feeling it beat faster then usual. He sighed before sitting up in bed.

He looked over at the clock, seeing it was far earlier then when he would usually wake up. He sighed softly again and got up, putting on a hoodie, grabbing a scarf and a bag and heading outside.

At the front desk, the night guard looked up when he noticed him approaching "Oh! Mr. Films, your uncle left this for you earlier! Mrs. Blues said she tried to get it to you but you probably weren't home."

Bryan smiled and took what was handed to him. "Thank you very much Tom. And I told you already call me Bryan. Mr Films makes me feel old." He chuckled quietly.

The younger flushed and hide his face "I'm so sorry Mr Bryan!" The older shrugged "Close enough, I'll be heading out now, gotta see where this leads me."

Tom nodded silently, his face still shaded pink. Bryan smiled at the guard again before leaving the apartment complex. He looked at the key that was handed to him and groaned "seriously? Not even a keycard or something...? Well I guess it'd be better to keep this on me even after I go. Never know when you might need it" He placed the key in his pocket and put his hood up, walking in the direction he needed to go

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The moon shone on the old rusty building, making the abandoned warehouse seem otherworldly.

Bryan walked up the the door and used the key to unlock it with a soft click. He pushed the door wider open and it creaked and groaned

"Not creepy at all" Bryan sarcastically remarked. Stepping in, the scent of oil and old metal greeted his nose, he scrunched it up in disgust, putting on the scarf he'd brought and putting it over his nose and mouth.

"Now let's see..." He sighed as he started moving around, looking around at half finished animatronics and bare endoskeletons. "I wonder why they left everything to rot here... such good parts and designs. Hm" He lurked around a bit more before coming across a familiar named office. "Bingo" He whispered.

Bryan looked at the papers scattered around the room, blueprints, letters and... lawsuits. He chuckled and took a picture of one complaining about the Toy Chica animatronic. He put it back before looking through the drawers.