𝐇𝐞 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 || 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

"Let's get this plan into action" you exclaimed.

As you got your lighter out of your pocket to start setting some shit on fire, Mike stopped you.

"Woah woah woah"

You gave him a confused look.

"You can't burn a building down if you don't have any gasoline" he reasoned. Your face turned into a look of dumb realisation.

"There should be some somewhere, I mean there's an animatronic wandering around who lives of off gas..right? To power him on or something?" he claimed.

You nodded in agreement. "Where's the best place in here that we would find that?"

He thought for a second, then seemed to have a lightbulb moment as his face lit up, and ran down the hall. "Hey wait!" you called, chasing after him.

You caught up with him as you both rounded a corner, and you realised you were in the area where Afton pounced on you earlier.

You watched as Mike walked over to a small cupboard in the corner of the small area and opened the doors. There were 5 medium sized jerry cans with spouts, that were labelled in large yellow lettering FLAMMABLE GAS.

You and Mike shared a smirk, then you spoke up "How did you even know they were here?"

"When he attacked you, I noticed these doors were slightly open, and the large yellow lettering caught my attention" he explained.

"Well thank God you noticed" you uttered, then reached for a can. It was about 3 quarters full. It'd have to be good enough.

He grabbed one too, and it was completely full, hadn't even been opened yet. You both stood up straight and faced one another.

"Let's split up" you commanded. He furrowed his brows and protested quickly "What? No no, what if you get attacked again?"

You smiled at his protectiveness. "I can handle it. I've been attacked and nearly killed multiple times, I know what i'm doing" He pursed his lips and nodded at your response.

"You on the other hand, if I hear you screaming like a girl, I'll know that you're in danger and come and rescue you and be your knight in shining armour" you joked. He laughed at your joke, until your face became serious.

"Seriously though, be careful" you squeezed his shoulder, then put your arm back down to your side. He nodded again "You too."

You stared at each other for a moment. Feeling the tension, you sighed "I'll cya on the flip side" you started walking backwards. He did the same "You bet"

You smiled at him, and then turned on your feet and jogged down the hall. He stared at the spot you were once stood, praying you would be okay, then started pouring out the liquid of the jerry can and onto the floor.

Every place you went, you poured the gasoline on the floor. On the floor, on posters on the walls, on the dissembled animatronics, everything.

You had entered the little arcade room, and started pouring the gas on the machines. Something from the corner of the room was knocked over, making you whip your head around. You placed the jerry can on top of one of the machines and walked cautiously towards the source of the sound.

After a few moments, you came to the conclusion nothing was there. On your way to turn around though, you walked into a knife. Literally. The blade sinking into your shoulder.

You let out an agonising yelp. You looked up, and the rabbit animatronic was there. Your lip quivered in anger, as you both stared intensely into each others eyes.

Suddenly the knife was ripped out of you, making you yelp again. You collapsed against one of the machines, clutching your shoulder in pain. Coincidence, it was the same shoulder that he had stabbed before, 20 years ago?

He stepped towards you, towering over you, holding the tip of the knife under your chin.

"I'm not letting you get away this time" his voice was serious, unlike the other times you had encountered him tonight, where he was somewhat calm or amusing.

"I should've got the job over and done with 20 years ago when you ruined my fucking life" he narrowed his eyes at you.

You were actually furious when those words came out of his mouth. He was the one that put you through so much trauma, that made you have a therapist for 6 years, that made you fucking lose yourself. It was all. his. fault.

You scoffed "Ruin your life? Are you being for real? You destroyed my life when I was 11. 11 fucking years old" you spat in anger.

He slightly lowered the knife from your chin. You took a step towards him as he took a step back. As if he was intimidated.

"You murdered my friends in cold blood, and many other innocent children's lives, and tried to kill me countless times, but failed" you took a few more steps towards him, as he stepped back the same time as you. "And don't blame me, when you got yourself in this situation"

"This is all your own fault, not mine"

He snapped, and lunged at you again. He raised his knife and brought it down swiftly on you, but you raised your hand quickly, the blade going through your hand instead of your face.

You let out another wail of agony. He pushed down, the blade in your hand nearing your face. You pushed back with all your might.

The pain was making you feel woozy, and weak. You had to think quick.

You pulled the lighter out of your pocket with your other hand subtlety, realising there was gasoline on the arcade machine next to you.

The click of the lighter opening made Afton look down, and his eyes widened as he saw you alighting the machine. You took this as your chance, and pushed him off you with all your might. He fell to the ground, still gripping on the knife that had now ripped out of your hand from him taking it down with him.

You backed away from the ablaze machine and ran out of the room. You hissed at the pain in your shoulder and now in your hand. Once you were away from the fire, you ripped the bottom of your shirt, enough so it would wrap around your hand. You fastened it tightly.

You took a deep breath, and carried on trudging down the hall, looking for Mike. You had lost quite a bit of blood, as your pace was slowing down and you were quite dizzy.

Your shaky breaths rang in your ears and you could barely see where you were going, until you collided with something.

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A/N

okay. the next chapter might be the last. get ready 🤭

the fact is, i've pretty much already written the next chapter, and it was so fun to write. i hope you guys like it!

that's all. for now 😏
-ava<3