A Deadly Run AU《FNAF》

Chapter 14.

They were walking in pools of blood. C.C was holding Goldie tight in his arms, feeling like he might lose him too at any moment. Goldie was also holding C.C's arm tightly. He was afraid. At least that's how he felt at the time. Not the fear because of where they were, and the blood they are seeing, this detail would be nothing new. There was the fear that they wouldn't find Nightmare, and that something had happened to him. The smell of old blood had intensified, mixed with oil.

"I don't like this smell.." C.C murmured softly.

"I don't really feel anything." Goldie admitted, in a neutral voice.

"I know..."

His steps slowed down, walking almost on tiptoes.

'Where are you, Nightmare?...'

They came to an entrance, where the door had been taken off its hinges and broken open as it looked. Neither of them saying a word, entering in silence and reticence. C.C froze, nearly dropping the golden plushie from his arms. Goldie was confused as to why the bitten child stopped, looking ahead as well, now understanding why he had stopped.

"Night..."

A single light bulb flickered, and under it was Nightmare. Torn on hands, feet, chest. The blood, which to them was black oil, flowing from the wounds.

"Nightmare!"

C.C yelled, letting Goldie down, who falls into a small, but big for him, pool of oil, getting dirty. He stood there, motionless. He couldn't move, his body wouldn't let him..just start covering his eyes with his plush paws. He could quickly feel himself starting to suffocate, just a brief glance at Night's body had made him feel new things of horror and panic that he hadn't felt and couldn't feel. Goldie curled up in the pool of oil, starting to cry and panic, telling himself it was just an illusion. A mistake.

C.C didn't know what to focus on first, as he reached Nightmare's side, his whole body shaking. His eyes saw wound after wound. His dead heart felt panic rise to his throat, wanting to be kicked out. He touched his face. At least his face wasn't hurt. The little boy didn't had the strength to look at the cuts.. it was like a living flesh being torn deep by a butcher, even if in reality it was an animatron or a figment of his imagination.

"Night.. Night! Nightmare!"

He felt like he was going to cry.

"Nightmare...?"

'He can't be dead.. R- Right? No. He can not!'

He was trying to wake him up..somehow. If only he knew how.

"How did this happen...? Who did this to you?"

He looked down at the wounds on his arm. C.C hesitantly touching them, hoping for a reaction. And if Nightmare screamed in pain, he wouldn't have a problem with.

"Night?..."

He let his hand rest lightly on the badly injured arm. The wings had fallen behind him, smearing themselves with oil droplets. C.C covered his mouth with the hand, shaking aggressively.

The aggressor had already left that room for several minutes ago.

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William was playing with a knife, his knife, till Henry was looking for a document he remember having it. He kept rotating the knife and touching the tip of it, cleaning it of non-existent dust. He could hear his former business partner mumbling something to himself. Afton didn't mind this. He didn't say a word. He didn't know why he was here either.

"Where is it?!" Henry spoke louder, almost throwing file after file into an opposite cabinet.

"Maybe it burned." Afton decided to dig in, bored, shifting his gaze from the knife to Henry.