Part VIII

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I came back about half an hour later. Springtrap was gone. I had no idea where he went, but I felt like shit and didn't really cared at the moment. My hair and clothes was still a little moist from the rain, my hand hurt like hell and I had a few hours ahead of me of just sitting here. Those damn fans stopped again. 

-What is wrong with you you stupid fuck! - I snapped resetting this shit once again. I was feeling sick, I felt all the pain and frustration from this night. Tears started to pull from my eyes. Why did I came to this place? I threw empty can of monster with anger and realized that I hit Springtrap. - Sorry. - I mumbled and turned away with my chair. I didn't want to look at him right now.

-No. I'm sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry. - He said calmly as he leaned over me. I was still angry, still crying, and still hurt. - I hope it's not really broken. - He turned my chair around so he could face me, but I turned my head away looking somewhere at the side. There were very fascinating tiles, square and poorly attached to wall. He sighned. - I know you're angry with me, but maybe you want to talk? I think I'm ready. 

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