FNaF royalty AU 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

Chapter 12~

Carlton's pov~

The day of John's coronation... I am walking into Rosewilt Castle, soon to be ruled over by John. I am quite nervous, since this is the first time seeing John since our...breakup... I walked in, seeing a bunch of people dancing around and enjoying themselves in the ballroom. I swallowed, taking slow steps inside trying to find John. A face turns to look at me, and it's John. His face lights up and he runs over to me. Arty follows right behind him. Of course he's here. I wrap him in a hug, and he hugs me back. "I'm sorry." The first thing he says, and Arty looks outraged behind him. "Sorry can't take back what I did. It's my fault." I said, and John just held out a hand. I took it without question, and he dragged me further into the ballroom.

Arty's pov~

I balled my fists until my knuckles turned white. It was not supposed to go this way.  Carlton was never supposed to come, John was never supposed to forgive him. How could I let this happen?

I watched John and Carlton dance bitterly. Why didn't I try to stop him from delivering that note? I'm such an idiot. I grabbed a dagger from my pocket, stomping off into the shadows.

Carlton's pov~

I watched Arty walk away into the shadows as I danced in circles with John. Heels clicked as many people danced on the marble flooring. I let go of John's hands. Lying that I was feeling nauseous. He nodded, and looked at me with a understanding look.

I ran off to go find Arty. I climbed up a staircase, heading to John's chambers, where I thought he might be. The hallway was lit up from the natural light, but besides that none of the fancy glass chandeliers were lit up. I ran through the hallway, entering John's room. His bed frame was lined with purple flowers, in fact, his room was covered with what I could've swore were all the shades of purple. My eyes narrowed when I spotted him, Arty, holding a dagger.

He spun it in his hand, not pricking himself once. "You fell right into my trap." He laughed. I stepped back, what the hell is going on? He continued, "Do you even care about John, or are you just sticking around for his title?"

"I could ask you the same thing." I replied.

"But anyway, my point is, you follow him like some stray puppy abandoned on the side of the road." His words turned from plain bitterness to yelling, and I stood my ground. He took a breath, "And yet somehow he is still interested in the likes of you." He clutched the dagger, pointing it towards me. "Wouldn't it be devastating to find a Prince lying on the floor with multiple stab wounds?" He fell onto his knees and dramatically sighed. He walked up to me, and of course, this is the one time I chose not to bring my sword. I could be running right now, but my feet were glued to the ground. I mean, I was kind of expecting this outcome, though I thought I would've been more prepared. Was I going to take this hit?

I thought about the scar on my arm, forever there, I would always be reminded of it, even though I have no memory of what happened. It was like a slow motion walk from him to me, he was pulling the dagger up above his head, being pretty sure he was aiming for my face. All I could do was just look, in the split of a second, I dived back, and he did as well, landing on top of me, still trying to strike my eye. Down in the ballroom, John is probably making a speech to soon be crowned King, while I'm trying to not get my eyes gouged out. How lovely!

Arty gripped onto the dagger with a fierce look in his eyes. He pinned one of my arms down to the dark brown hardwood floor, which made it difficult to make my escape. He grinned at watching me struggle, "I just don't get what he loves about you. You're one pathetic thing." He said, smirking.

My breath was heavy, am I going to die? He chuckled, "Now, let's take out those pretty eyes of yours." I was trying to squirm away as he raised up his dagger, aiming for my right eye.

Then it came down.

I screamed the loudest I think I've ever screamed. The pain is unbearable. I take my hand off my eye, and it is completely covered with my own scarlet blood.

Arty's pov~

I get up and look down at Carlton panicking on the ground, holding the blood stained dagger in my hand. "Look at yourself, Carlton. Defenseless, Pathetic. You would expect more from a Crown Prince." I kicked him in the stomach, he rolled over and moaned in pain. I dropped the dagger and walked out of the room.

I made it just in time for John's crowning ceremony. Many flowers were strung around the space, and the smell of lavender was hitting my nose.  The wooden walls had painted portraits of John hung on the walls, mostly from his childhood. In some of the portraits, a blond man with ice cold eyes crouched down beside him. It sent shivers down my spine. I looked away from the portraits, trying to focus on John. Those paintings gave off a horrible vibe. I thought, feeling the urge to look back at them.

When the ceremony was over, I ended up dancing with John. "Do you know where Carlton is? He's been gone for a while..." Was one of the first things he said. I shook my head, and he looked away with a sad look on his face.