FNaF royalty AU 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Chapter 4~

Carlton's pov~

Dear Diary,

My boyfriend almost killed his psychotic dad last night. I know he was scared to do it, I'm honestly kind of glad he didn't, even though his dad may be horrible, but it saved all the trauma it could've caused for us both. I mean, how are we supposed to be leaders of kingdoms if we can't even put ourselves back together? But now I'm kind of convinced he's not fully sane now. He just kind of...how do I put this? Snapped? He just lost himself for about an hour. He keeps on going on about how I "brought him back" or whatever. I think it's complete bullshit. I still want the bastard he calls his dad gone.

I closed my diary and looked around for John, he was browsing through the billions of bookshelves in the library, of course. "Doesn't your dad get worried when your gone this long?" John asked, raising an eyebrow. "Nah, he just thinks I go missing for joking purposes." John shakes his head like he disapproves of that, but then when he lifts his head up to look at me he smiles, "You should read this book, Carlton." He hands the book to me and I put it on the closest table. "Y'know, reading isn't my type of thing." John sighed at that, turning away from me and going back to that bookshelf, "You're a romance type of guy, right? Try these!" He threw a couple of books at me and I let them fall into my lap. "That hurt, bitch!" I said, clutching the spots where the hard covered books hit me, although it didn't actually hurt. I placed the books aside and got up. "Not my fault you're weak!" He said. I scoffed, "Oh, come on, you're scared of mice." He crossed his arms and didn't say anything back. "Is there any chance that we're going to eat anytime soon?" I asked, and he shrugged. John pulled out a dagger from his pocket, "Here, take this. Just in case I go.. you know-" I laugh, "Don't worry, I will. But I would never have the guts to hurt the Crown Prince of Fleur Mauve." He rolled his eyes, "I'm not that scary, Carlton." I slowly nodded, making it seem like I was being sarcastic. All of a sudden, Ace came into the room. "I need to speak with you, Carlton Burke." He looked at me like he was serious, and John looked at me like he was about to cry. I walked forward and followed Ace to wherever he was bringing me.

He dragged me into a room with a desk and two chairs. "Sit." He said, and I did. Of course I did, I'm honestly deadly terrified of him. He sat down in the other chair the opposite side of him and I sat up straight, making my best effort to look his type of professional. He leaned in, trying his best to look intimidating. The ice cold blue eyes and platinum blonde hair didn't fail to make him look like Jack Frost. "I am never going to give you the blessing to marry my son, no matter how hard you try to impress me, he will never marry you." He said, with absolutely no emotion. "Are you scared of him finding love because yours left? Are you jealous?" At this point he was staring into my soul, kind of creepy if you ask me. "I have no reason to be jealous. It's just that you try so hard, yet you will never marry him." He sat back down, not hiding the smile he wore on his face. I pulled the dagger John gave me out of its sheath and stabbed him in the shoulder. "Damn you, Burke!" He said, holding the wound with his hand to prevent blood from spilling. I may be sacrificing my life, but hey, it's worth it, right? He came around the side of the desk and pushed me to the ground with great force. "Think of how sad you'll make John." He said, attempting to manipulate me into letting him live. I didn't let the grip on my dagger loosen, and my knuckles were turning white, my nails were digging into my skin. I managed to get up, and stood to face him. "Why do you care so much?" He asked me, obviously referring to John, "Well he's smart, he actually cares, and he isn't like you." I answered. "Now, it's time for you to say goodnight." Am I loosing myself? Just like him? I held up the dagger and aimed it directly for his heart. It was all in a blur of a moment, and he did nothing to stop the dagger from going into his heart. Why did I do that? I'm insane. I stepped back, as he fell lifeless to the ground. I ran out of the room as the guilt started to well up inside of me.

John's pov~

Carlton ran into the room, leaning on the wall and gasping for air, I sat up, giving him a weird look. He looked at me, pulling out a blood-drenched dagger while smirking at me. "Sorry not sorry, love." He spoke, and I put a hand on my mouth from shock. Dad?

I woke up.

I screamed, and Carlton backed away from my bedside. "Get away!" I mumbled, "Get away, get away..." Carlton's eyes widened as if he was looking at a patient of a mental asylum. "You monster! You killed my father!" I yelled at him, and he gasped. I reached for the sheath and pulled out the dagger. Which indeed did have bright red blood on it. My eyes welled with tears, as I process what he's done. "He tried to attack me! I had no choice!" He defended himself. My gaze drifted from the knife to his frantic eyes. "You do not realize what you've done, Carlton. Now that he's dead, I am soon to be the new king." Carlton nods, knowing exactly what he's done. "You know what? I don't feel like fighting you. Get out." He left, looking back at me with sad eyes.