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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉

MIRACLE

Chapter Fourteen
All That Left is a Broken Heart

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❝Do I look sickly to you?❞

YOU RETURNED HOME before sunrise, feeling your heart very heavy. All of those things you learned from the kids in the pizzeria were too much for your brain to handle.

Chris told you not to return to the pizzeria again since it's very dangerous for you to stay, so you just left without saying anything. The worst part was that you had became a demon and your father didn't tell you about it, "Why did he not tell me?" You thought as you walked through the hallway to the kitchen.

There's something you wanted to test...

If you're actually a demon, you should be an immortal just as demons supposed to be. Thus, you made your way to the drawers and opened the top one, pulling out a sharp knife. You stared at it for a couple of minutes, "If my theory is wrong, then it's better to die than living like this." You monotonously whispered and held the knife upside down, pointing it at your abdomen.

You felt hesitant for a moment as your hands shock. Taking in a deep breath, you firmly held the knife and without any waste of time you stabbed yourself. The pain surprisingly wasn't that much unbearable, it felt like a small needle of a syringe.

"Y/N?" You heard Michael speak up from behind you, but once he saw the blood dripping from you, he quickly rushed to your aid. He saw the knife in your hands, still in your stomach, "Wh-What happened? Did you do this?" He asked and started to freak out, not knowing what to do. You sighed and swiftly pulled the knife out, "It's okay Mikey, I'm not dead... not gonna happen anyway." You blankly stated while staring at the blood covered blade.

Your brother shook his head, "I'm getting dad!" He exclaimed and left the kitchen to call William. You remained in your place while still looking at the knife, "I'm still alive..." You thought and then raised your shirt up only to see that your wound was almost healed. The sound of rushing footsteps could be heard before William entered the kitchen followed by Mike, "Y/N! Are you alright?!" He ran toward you and crouching down to see your injury.

He yanked the knife from your hand, "What have you done? You could've killed yourself!" He said with worry and anger, seeing your now small wound. You clenched your fists tightly, "Can I, though?" You spoke up, making your father look up at you.

"What?"

"Can I really kill myself?"

He didn't say anything which triggered your anger, "You know I can't kill myself because I'm not normal! You made me a demon! A flesh eating monster! I can't die because I'm a demon! Why did you do that to me? You should've let me die instead of this!" You cried loudly, tears running down your cheeks. Both Michael and William looked at you with shock to see you snap at your father. William placed one hand on your shoulder and the other on your face, "I didn't know about this too, princess. That old man said that the medicine will help you, but he never told me it will turn you into a demon. I couldn't just let you die like this and when I saw you recover, I felt so happy. I did it for you more than for myself." He explained while trying to wipe your tears.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I feared you would hate yourself or think that you're a monster just like now. It was the last thing I want, to see you break down."

You looked down and let out a sigh, "I-I need to rest..." You stated before leaving the kitchen and going to your room. All the time and both your father and brother just watched you leave. Once you arrived to your room, you cleaned yourself and changed into your pajamas to get some sleep. You saw that your wound was long gone now which was a relief. You didn't want to confront your dad with the child murder just yet, you refused to believe this. You need more evidences to believe that he actually killed those kids.

You took both of Fredbear and Lolbit plushies and hugged them closer to you, giving up to the sweet slumber. However, you felt that you weren't going to wake up after this night...

Meanwhile...

William stood up and went to clean the knife while Michael mopped the floor. There was an awkward silence between both of them, but it didn't last long, "Is... that why Y/N never eats with us?" Michael spoke up, breaking the silence between them. William sighed and lowered his head, "I'm not in the mood to explain more, Michael." Was all he said before placing the knife in its place.

Michael scoffed and harshly dropped the mop, "That's all you do! Just put us all in trouble and then say you're not in the mood to explain! You can never change." He confronted and stomped out of the kitchen to his room. William didn't say anything and just sighed... it was going to be a long night.

After finishing the cleaning, William went up to check on you. He quietly opened the door and walked in, seeing you already asleep. He gently planted a kiss on your forehead and stroked your head, "I'm so sorry, darling. I hope you would forgive me." He softly whispered before walking out and closing the door behind him.

However, something was telling him that there's something wrong will happen to you. Your father shook his head to push those feelings away, "It's probably nothing. Just calm down, William."