Claw My Heart Out

Cold, Dead Labyrinth

As soon as the portal closed behind her, Baby wanted to go back. The cold, lifeless walls of this underground prison, the miscellaneous props of a better time, and that aggravating laughter Micheal was using to lure her and the others away from his sad excuse of an office made her want to go back. She wanted to stay as far away from this hell hole as was physically possible.

But she knew she had to suck it up and just tolerate this next little while till she could properly say goodbye to the cesspool. So right now, her main mission is getting as far away as possible.

She listened very carefully, and eventually tracked down the sound of an ad playing on Micheal's computer down the vent to her left, so she spun on her heel and made her way down the vent to her right instead. She crawled through until she came to a small steel room with only two exits. That meant it would be easier to isolate herself.

Taking the few props there were, she stuffed them into the vent she came from and the other vent, shutting herself out from the rest of Henry's little trap.

"You're a crazy old man, Henry", Baby muttered to herself. "And I'm surprised you just haven't offed yourself yet. All of this, though, is exactly the kind of thing you'd see out of Afton. So maybe you two are more alike than you'd admit.

"And you two, Micheal. I'm sorry what happened to you, but you could've changed so much if you just hadn't been such an egotistical brat. Your brother dying was all on you, and no amount fixing your father's past will change that."

The clawed animatronic sighed and moved into the corner furthest from the now blocked vents, and slid her back down until she was sitting. She brought her broken knees up to her face, and buried her burning green eyes into them.

"I just want this to be all over with. Just do it. We're all here. Just do it so I can go back..."

There was a thump to the left, and Scrap Baby lifted her face. Her eyes glinted dangerously as she spied the vent on that side. Some of the props shifted a bit, like something was trying to make it through. So, Baby did the most sensible thing: She stood up, rolled over, reeled back her claw...

And shot it forward, ripping through what she had set up and viciously latching onto whatever was crawling through.

With no problem, she pulled through the thing she snagged and tossed it into the wall behind her. With a loud thud, leaving a minor dent in the steel wall, was none other than the child murderer himself, William Afton. His older murder suit and corpse had degraded so much they were both nearly unrecognisable. But you could tell, you always could.

The moody green rabbit struggled to stand up, since having only one arm will do that to you.

But he couldn't even blink before Baby grabbed him by the throat with her hand and aimed his claw at him threateningly.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't rip you apart here and now", the clawed animatronic snarled.

"Elizabeth", the rotten rabbit hissed out. "This isn't how you treat your father. What happened to my princess?"

Baby responded by slamming William into the wall again. "You lost all rights to call her that when you let her die. You killed her, and now I'm here."

"I don't..." The rabbit struggled a bit. "I don't understand. You were fine moments ago."

"I'm better now. I got to be part of something amazing, which opened my eyes to all the horseshit this hellhole has put me through, and now I just want to stay there and never look back. If I had my way, you'd be dead right now, so I'll ask this again..." She reared back her claw again. "Give me a good reason to not kill you."