Freddy and the Glamrocks (FNAF Security Breach AU)

Retribution - Chapter 29

    A/N: Warning here, this chapter is pretty intense and heavy but it also wraps up some important story elements. Read at your own risk. 

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     Cigarette smoke filled her shithole of an apartment as she sat on the couch in complete silence. Her landlord would probably yell at her later about it, but right now she didn't give a fuck at all about them. She didn't give a fuck about anything. She finished the fourth cigarette in a row and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Running a shaky hand through her hair, she finally looked up from the floor and around the apartment. It had been a rough week, and for good reason.

Her mind drifted slowly away as she sat on that couch in the quiet room. Suddenly, her vision clouded up with black splotches. The room transformed into an entirely different one, but it wasn't unfamiliar to her. On the contrary, it was painfully familiar.

A mess of paper littered around the floors. A garbage bin in the corner was almost full already. She absentmindedly reminded herself to take it out, before realizing why she was here in this small house. She wouldn't need to take out the garbage, she would still be taking out the trash, but in a more... metaphorical sense. She stared at the cold walls of the room, just standing in the middle of it all. With the shuffling of papers, her head snapped up. She looked over to the doorway to see him.

He looked like he was dead already. She remarked briefly that he was about to be, before shaking that thought out of her head. His hair was entirely white, and starting to fall out in some parts. She briefly remembered that it was once a dirty blonde, like a field of wheat. He still wore the same 3 piece suit she always remembered him in. It was an off yellowish tan that only further washed out his pale and sickly complexion. The skin on one side of his face was scarred with burns from a bad accident in the lab. His cold violet eyes focused solely on her as he stood in the doorway to the living room.

"What do you want, Vanessa. Spit it out before I get any more tired of seeing you. You've already fucked things up enough, what else could there be?!" His calm and cold exterior immediately started to spiral into anger, disappointment, and annoyance. There we go, that's the father that had raised her.

She could barely fight back the scoff that pried its way to her lips. She quickly swallowed it back down and spoke coldly, "What? Am I not allowed to visit my father? I came to check up on you..." When she said the word father, she had to suppress the bile in her throat. She couldn't manage to make eye contact with his piercing violet eyes as he stood hunched over in the doorway.

"Tch... you don't need to bother vying for affection anymore. You're clearly too useless to be of any aid to me now. Just focus on getting the prototype back, and I'll consider forgiving you then, and only then!" He then turned and left to walk further back into the house. His steps were loud, thundering. Vanessa watched him walk away, and slowly urged herself to follow.

"What if... what if I don't bring him back?" She asked hesitantly as she stared at the centre of his back. She watched his shoulders tense before he abruptly spun on his heels to look at her.

"WHAT!?" He roared as he stomped over towards her now. She hated that familiar thundering sound. She stumbled back instinctively as he approached.

He was almost seething as he continued, "WHAT DID YOU SAY? So first, you mess up and let the prototype escape! And then you have the AUDACITY TO SUGGEST THAT YOU WONT BRING IT BACK?! What did I raise you for? Are you really so useless and incompetent? Hm? HMM?" He pushed her, literally and figuratively. She stumbled back into the wall as she still avoided eye contact with him. She didn't want to know how he would react if she told him that she had let Gregory go of her own volition... and that he was severely damaged when she did so. She didn't regret it though.