Michael Afton meets Charlie // The Fourth Closet/FNAF fanfic

Chapter 4 + A/N

A/N: sorry for not updating this story, I've completely forgot about it until now lmao. I've been working on a bunch of ideas for a new story but I have no idea how to continue this. (I'm trying *sobs*)

Charlie raced down the hill, exhilarated. Her heart was beating in a new rhythm; all her senses felt heightened: she could see anything, hear anything- do anything.
She knew this feeling wouldn't last long- someone would come, they would see what happened, and she would have to continue her day and pretend that everything was okay, normal and human.
Still, she smiled, picturing Aunt Jen's face the moment she had realised what was going to happen to her.
They had been having pleasantries, then Charlie gave Jen a wide, cruel smile, and Jen screamed.
Charlie had advanced on her, grabbing her by the throat and twisting her neck. Jen fell silent, eyes wide but still responding. Charlie forcefully smashed her into the door. Blood poured out of Jen's mouth, a red, gooey liquid that satisfied Charlie. Her body was limp and her eyes stared into the distance.
Jen was dead.
It wasn't Charlie who did it.
No- Charlie did it.
She did it and she meant to, enjoying the screams and the blood and the death.
He had to be proud now.