Dark memories- Mike Schmidt¹

♡Scrap Baby♡

( A|n: Ahhhhhhh, thanks to all of you who are reading this story, especially the ones that have read it 'till now. I love y'all. I feel so nostalgic knowing that I only have like a few chapters left to write before the Sequel that I'm also excited to write as it'll be quite... a special one. You'll understand soon enough.)

Elizabeth pov

I take a hold of a strand of Abby's hair, carefully brushing her messy hair that falled on her shoulders. Abby hummed quietly some song I couldn't recognise as I started braiding her hair.

"Lizzy? When are you marrying my brother?" I froze at her words as my lips pursed slightly, I knew I would never but I still forced a smile, behind my falling heart.

"I don't know Abby, hopefully soon enough."

"I'm sure he'll ask you soon." I smiled softly at her words as finished her braid.

"Time to go to school Abby." She groaned loudly before stuffing pencils and papers in her bag. She slumped it on her back as I grabbed my keys.

I can feel that this'll be a long day.

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I flashed the light on the mettalic face covered in oil in disgust. I scrunched my nose looking at her destroyed face, seperated in four. How did I ever like this thing?

My eyes flashed in curiosity at the claw placed where her hand would've been. How strange. Her claw stressed me slightly as I took a few steps towards the broken animatronic.

"So, that's her?" I said, brushing the tip of my finger on her bright orange pig-tail. At least the one that was still remaining. I started fiddling anxiously with my fingers behind my back as I took a step back, on Michael's side. The awfull odor of iron and rotten skin invading my nostrils.

"That's her. Found her on some dark alley. We now have almost everyone." He muttered, staring intently at the animatronic, with some kind of regret in his eyes.

"I feel like you have something to tell me, Mikey."

"I do, but you would be mad." He answered, his eyes falling slightly as I felt his fists clench on his sides.

"Tell anyways, it probably wont be as horrible as what we experienced." I could feel his stress level higher as he leaned against the wall. He clunched to his mask as I took a cigarette of my pocket and placed it between my lips to light it.

" This wasn't your first body, it's a replica of the first one." My eyes widened as I sucked on the cigarette.

"Damn, I surely didn't expect that. Please enlight me." I muttered under my breath, as I blew the smoke in the air.

"Do you remember, the day Circus Baby 'tried' to get you? Well she actually succeeded, I never saved you. I wasn't even at sister location when you died. After a few days stuck in Baby you were already sufocating when they used the scooper on Baby, thinking she had a malfunction. To be short, it wasn't a pretty death. That's why you take medication. To make you forget." He said point to my medecine in his pockets that he carried around for me as I chuckled.

"You almost got me, congrats. Y'know that makes absolutely no sense." I chuckled the cigarette between my lips as my brother's eyes narrowed.

"Let me finish Elizabeth. As you know the reason behind your friends still beeing, well were alive was remnant. Although I didn't explain to you how it works. It's made by a soul enrgy after death mixing with metal. It gives the ability to a soul to possess an object, becoming well immortal. Father put remnant in almost every animatronic. Circus Baby included. Even if he had suceeded in cloning your first body he needed to transfer your soul in your new body. So he melted the metal of Circus Baby to add it into the remnant. It almost worked although small part of your soul, that is most likely the evil part of your soul stuck to CB. So technically, there is a part of you in her." He answered, pointing to Circus Baby as I froze in place and dropped my cigarette on the floor.

My lips pursed slightly as I glanced one more time at the powered off animatronic and started walking away. It started being overwhelming as I felt myself stop breathing. I clunched to my chest as I dropped to the floor of the halls.

I emptied my thoughts as I finally felt my lungs getting air. My lips trembled as I slowly stood up,  I grabbed my bag and hurried to my car as I sinked in what Michael just said. 

He was never there.

I immidiatly dialed Vanessa's number, as I jumped in my car. I needed a confirmation that he really didn't save me and that it was the medicine. I needed to know the truth and I knew it. My phone rang a few times until my sister finally picked up.

"Vanessa! I need you to confirm something for me real quick." I hurried her, placing my head in my hands as I glanced back at the line that stayed silent for a while until I heard her gentle voice.

"No hey? Are you okay?" She said, a thick layer of sarcasm driping from her voice as I subconciously rolled my eyes.

"Can you just answer my question?"

"Fine, fine what is it?" She retorted, her voice softening as she saw the hurrying in my tone.

"T-the first time we met almost a year ago. You told me. That father talked a lot about me and the accident. Can you tell me how he explained the accident." I asked with a shaky breath as my eye lids half closed. 

"...Well  he told me you disobeyed him and went to see Circus Baby while he was working and Michael was home. That he found you just before well she..."

My phone fell with a thud as my eyes welled up in tears. So I'm not really... me? All I could hear was my sister's shaky voice as a tear fell down my cheeks on my shirt.

And more.

And more.

Until there were no tears left in my body.