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ᵗʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵍˡⁱᵗᶜʰ [POSSESSIVE!GLITCHTRAPxREADER] (ON HOLD)

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,,I can't believe it. I... finally did it. Defeating all of my insecurities and fears, I bought a game. Almost in front of the nose of my strict parents. I'm invincible... Heh. Just joking. I'm gonna fucking die, if they find out. The keyword: IF. Y...

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by ReginaTheRabbit

by ReginaTheRabbit

???'s POV

Wha... What?

This was my first thought after a... I guess, pretty long time.

But... How long is long? Where am I? How did I get here? Who... Am I? What is my purpose? My memories are really blurry...

Wait, there's something... Like, a faint light in the back of my mind... No, it's a name... Wi-Will? Is that my name? Am I William? But, there's something else... G̸҉̜̜̱̄ͩ͆͜͝͞l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͜͜͝͡͝͠h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡... G̸҉̜̜̱̄ͩ͆͜͝͞L̴҉̴͙͖̞̳̜̖ͣͧ̑̑͜͞͠͞͠I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜T҉̘͙͖̠̓ͦ͑̄͜͜͟͞C҉͓̟͇̼͕̻ͭ͌ͩ̒͘͜͡͞͠H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞T҉̘͙͖̠̓ͦ͑̄͜͜͟͞R̴҉̷̨̖̮̉͑ͯ̑̋͟͠A҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠P҉̷̧̥͚̣̉̓̕͟͜͠͞͠͝ͅ? It looks like - or feels like a name, or codename, too. Then... Which one is mine?

Ow... I feel like... I'M BURNING! A MEMORY!

It was still a bit blurry for me. All I could see, was orange flames around me. I was getting burned! In front of me, a dead-looking, purple skinned boy stood, laughing like a maniac, gasoline in his hands.

"IT'S OVER, FATHER! YOU WILL NOT COME BACK THIS TIME, I'LL MAKE SURE!"

"You... Know nothing, Michael."

"GOODBYE! SEE YOU IN HELL!" he then splashed gasoline on me.

Suddenly, I was aware. Of everything. I knew, who I was, I was aware of my past. And I was proud of it.

My name was William Afton, then Springtrap, Scraptrap, and now, I was reborn as a powerful being named G̸҉̜̜̱̄ͩ͆͜͝͞L̴҉̴͙͖̞̳̜̖ͣͧ̑̑͜͞͠͞͠I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜T҉̘͙͖̠̓ͦ͑̄͜͜͟͞C҉͓̟͇̼͕̻ͭ͌ͩ̒͘͜͡͞͠H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞T҉̘͙͖̠̓ͦ͑̄͜͜͟͞R̴҉̷̨̖̮̉͑ͯ̑̋͟͠A҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠P҉̷̧̥͚̣̉̓̕͟͜͠͞͠͝ͅ. My purpose? To get out of this program, and continue killing little brats. To find my ungrateful son, Michael, who betrayed me. All I have to do is take over the mind of whoever has this program, and make them build a new body for me.

Then, I will be free.

Heh. The development team thought, they got rid of me. I wonder, how and why am I not dead yet, though. But I am grateful.