Their Badass Helper (FOCUS)

1. The Call

WARNINGS:
-Blood
-Gore/Graphic
-Animal & Human Death
-Light Cussing
☆DETAILED

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Blood painted the floor and walls of a large sealed-off room. Decorated by the Corpses of People. Piled high and scattered around the room. Some of them I recognized. But one Corpse, in particular, caught my eye. It was sitting up, while the rest were strewn across the floor.

It was a headless woman. Her clothes were unmistakable, though. My chest had a faint tightness at the sight of her. Regret filled my mind. She lifted a hand despite not having a head to control it and waved me over.

I hesitated for a moment. This can't be real. These people have been long dead. They should be nothing but bone by now. But these bodies look like they were just killed. I have to be dreaming.

Growing impatient, she waved me over again with more urgency. The movement forced her gnarly neck stump to gush a bit more blood. I winced softly and obeyed.

I walked closer to her, my eyes trained on her. She relaxed back to her original position. As if it was possible, I could almost feel her staring me down. I paused a few feet from her when a disembodied voice sounded.

"You can redeem yourself from all of this death.." The feminine voice was very raspy and dry sounding. She lifted a bloody hand to gesture to the bodies scattered around the room. Confirming it was her that spoke.

"How?" I asked, confused and intrigued. I'm not regretful nor feel guilt towards most of my kills. Considering they were all drug dealers, terrorists, murderers, and sexual predators. But a few... accidents still pull on my heartstrings.

"Fazbear Entertainment," She Gurgled out, relaxing her arm. "They've been calling you about a Security Guard job, yes?" She points out. "Taking that job and protecting the innocent is noble. It'd redeem you of all your.. accidents." She offered.

I thought about it. Fazbear Entertainment is known for their murderous robots, at least to me. So, taking the job and protecting people from them when things go wrong would be right. Especially since I have the experience, willpower, speed, agility, and strength to do just that. Maybe I should put my fears aside and take the job, my sister can too. We can defend the innocent there together.

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I open my eyes to a softly lit room. The rising sun streamed through the window above my bed. I blink the sleep from my eyes and process the weird dream. After a few moments, I decided to push it aside for now and move on with my day.

I turn over and fix my eyes on the Alarm Clock, it read "9:27 AM." Shit, I missed my alarm! My eyes darted to the bed a few feet beside mine. It was empty. My sister had left without me!

I groaned aloud. I would rather go out before daylight, and it's bright outside now. At least I still have plenty of time to hunt. With a whine, I flung the covers off of me and got out of bed before heading to the bathroom.

I relieved myself and walked down the hall to my father's room. I was checking to see if he was awake. He wasn't. He was sprawled out with the covers a mess around him. I chuckled lightly and left with a shake of my head.

I returned to my room and gathered all of the clothing I intended to wear underneath my hunting gear. They were all washed with 'Scent away' the night before. *A product used to eliminate human odor while hunting* Then, I placed them on the toilet lid.