His Superstar (PLZ READ DISC FIRST)

Chapter 34: Remnant

To begin I would like to make a formal apology about the fact that it has taken me three days to post this. I'm sorry. ANYWAYS, I have started playing obey me (shall we date) at night and I swear I keep falling asleep when trying to play because it takes so long to load. It's gotten so bad that I've literally had dreams about it. I never have dreams about anything.

My favorite is Luke, wbu,

                                              Starlight.

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I wasn't really sure where I should start explaining how I stopped being... dead. Everything after "saving William Afton" was pretty confusing to me, even though it was basically just an explanation from Charlie about all the morbid things I'd seen.

But since I was thinking about it, elaborating on how I saved him would probably make the most sense.

I'd never forget it. It had to be the single best thing I ever did, listening to what he had to say.

"I can't die. I just can't," he seethed, his voice shaky from breathing so hard and trying to restrain himself. He looked so mad. The veins in his hands stuck out, and his face was red. "Only an idiot would think I don't have a seat in hell with my name on it."

I couldn't respond, or even sit up and look him straight in the eye. He seemed so carried away, though. I don't think he even noticed that I was having a hard time acknowledging everything he said.

"And I can't go back to that place. I've been kept there for so many nights.... I die over and over again, they tear me apart over and over again, they mock me over and over again! And it's all because of those kids... I can't looked at it objectively anymore. I don't care that I deserve every moment of it. I would kill them again, just for that!"

Then his eyes softened.

"None of them can forgive me. My kids can't forgive me. My wife can't forgive me. I can't forgive me." He looked down to where I was laying, and he begrudgingly propped me up against a wall that I hadn't known had been there.

"Why would you forgive me?" he asked.

"Michael..." I choked.

He scoffed. "He wouldn't have forgiven me. He let me burn... twice. He made good on his promise. I assume you heard it?"

I barely nodded.

"So what about Michael makes you feel inclined to forgive me? He was a punk kid, and now he's a goody two-shoes animatronic with identity issues. I don't even know what you see in him."

"Yes you do," I blurted. If there was one thing I knew for sure, anyone who knew Michael as well as William and I did had seen that unique indescribable quality only he possessed. It took him a second, but he remembered.

"Does he protect you? Is he loyal to you?"

I wasn't sure if that was a rhetorical question, but I answered with a quiet, but firm, "Always."

"Then when does he see in you?"

My eyes widened. Freddy had told me countless times, but the only way I could think to phrase it was, "He... saw a bit of you in me."

"What? Murderous intent?" he spat.

I stared at him. I would let him figure it out.