You're My Superstar!

Epilogue: An Internal Struggle

     My shaky hands held my head, and I slowly rocked myself back and forth. He was there with me. He was always watching.

     I looked at myself in the mirror across the room. The room was completely empty, except for the mirror. It served as a constant reminder of the torment I would have to endure until...

     "yOu fAIlEd," the horrible voice said.

     I crawled farther into the corner and whimpered, attempting to plead for mercy. He wasn't in a good mood. In fact, he was in a very bad mood. And unfortunately, his disappointment and frustration was always taken out on me.

     "yOu fAIled, And NoW wE're BacK aT sQuAre oNE. I HopE yOU'rE hapPY."

     "I'm sorry," I whispered. My throat was hoarse. I hadn't had anything to drink in... a while.

     "sORrY woN'T gET mE a New BoDY!" it shouted. It's form in the mirror grew as it's anger spiked. I knew when it got angry I shouldn't talk back. I would only hurt myself more.

     "Please, c-can I- we rest? O-or eat?"

     My request didn't do much to help.

     It sighed, "wE'rE gOinG tO tRy ThiS aGAin, GoT iT? anD ThiS TimE yOU woN'T sCreW iT uP!"

     "I-i-it wasn't my fault, I swear! It was that kid, a-and N/N!"

     It hurt to accuse Y/N, but I had to, or it would only hurt more. But I guess talking back in the first place wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do either.

     "doEs iT lOoK lIKe i CaRe? YoU'Re gOInG tO Do tHe joB, aNd You'rE gOinG To GET iT dONe!"

     "P-please, no-"

     A stabbing pain started in my head, and I screamed.

     Not again, please, not again!

     I stood up, and walked towards the mirror. The pain was gone.

     As I observed myself in the mirror, I was nearly unrecognizable. My clothes were ruffled, wrinkled, and torn in some places, and my hair was a mess of tangles and grease. My arms were covered in scratch marks, bruises, and dried blood from the times early on, when I thought I could get rid of it. But there was no 'getting rid of it.' There never was.

     The most disturbing transformation though, was that my distinctively green eyes had changed to a flickering purple that I had only seen in someone else once before. He had tried to fight it, but it hadn't ended well for him. Not at all.

     I felt myself smile, even though that was the exact opposite of how I felt. Mirror me, on the other hand, looked just how I felt. Weak and tired.

     I turned around and heard myself say, "I want to be presentable for this meeting!"

     Meeting?

     "They're going to need me back, now that the Pizzaplex has re-opened."

     I wanted to scream. I wanted to resist. I was going to hurt people! Innocent children, families, the animatronics, Y/N...

     But there was nothing I could do. Resistance wasn't possible, and it wouldn't be again.

     A/N: Last author's note, I promise.

     So here's the dealio, I am writing a sequel (I don't know what it'll be called yet), but I want to actually prepare and brainstorm it instead of making it up as I go along (like I did for this one). I'm going to take a small break, but it's not going to be that much of a break because I'll be doing editing for this story and writing one-shots!

     The one-shots will be in a different story. I'm planning on calling it Y.M.S. One-Shots (such a creative name, right?).

     I wanted to say some thanks as well to a couple of people who were really encouraging and helpful as I wrote this story. My good friends SibsyMYT and starlightglitterspak were both total superstars, and kept me going when I needed to continue, and told me to take breaks when I was too anti-social. You guys are the best, and I really appreciate y'all!

     Um... I think that's it. See you guys in the comments! Don't forget to follow me and check for any updates on the one-shots/sequel! 😁