Shattered Souls - A FNAF AU fic

left out in the rain

"Let me in!" Small hands banged on the glass, a voice growing desperate. Charlotte stood by the window in the alley next to the restaurant, locked outside in the rain. She had tried to pull the door open, but to no avail. The only response she received to her cries were loud sounds of laughter, muffled by the invisible barrier, echoing through the air. Only the occasional cracking thunder would drown it out. They grinned at her, eyes full of innocence. Had they not realized how cruel this was? She asked herself.

Charlotte knew the only way to get to the main entrance would require crossing the road, but the cars roaring past sent muddy water splashing all over the sidewalk and she didn't want to risk falling victim to that. Besides, there was no crossroad nearby, she couldn't cross either way. She pondered what she should or even could do, begging clearly hadn't gotten her anywhere and neither did slamming against the door with full force.

She turned around a few moments later, determined to cross the road now. All she had to do was wait for the right moment to run across.. but before she'd even left the alley, a man's silhouette had abruptly appeared infront of her, seemingly out of thin air.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the mans face. Relief washed over Charlotte as she recognized her trusted family friend, Mr. Afton. He held an arm behind his back but she didn't question it as he approached her and leaned down, wiping the tears out of her eyes with a friendly smile on his face.

"What are you doing out in the rain, love? You might catch a cold." He questioned in a concerned tone.

Charlotte wrapped her arms around the man, squeezing tightly and feeling much safer despite her previous fears. "The other children locked me out!" She exclaimed, still upset.

Mr. Afton rubbed the girl's back with one arm in an attempt to comfort her. "I see." His tone was understanding and sympathetic, yet there was a strange edge to his voice.

Before she could process what it might've been, he spoke once more, "But, don't worry. You won't be getting locked out anymore." now sounding unrecognizable.

She stared up to see a no longer warm expression, but one of pure madness. She began to pull away from him, opening her mouth to question it but all she could do was gasp as a sudden sharp pain cut her off.

Mr. Afton yanked the knife out of her side and let her stumble backwards before she could even process what was going on, holding her hand against the wound. The feeling of a warm liquid soaking her clothing made her shudder, but she wouldn't dare look down, she instead kept her eyes glued to the stranger infront of her.

Who was this? She wasn't sure all of a sudden. He gripped the bloodied knife in his hand, pointing it at Charlotte. Her eyes were wide with terror, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her instincts begged her to escape and save herself, so she did. Or at least, she tried too.

She turned around swiftly, getting ready to sprint away to safety. Before she could get very far, a hand had grabbed her hair and yanked her backwards. She let out a pained shriek, as the man pulled her close once again, wrapping an arm around her tightly to keep her from escaping.

"He'll finally understand what it's truly like to lose a daughter.." He mumbled, a hint of grief in his words which confused her, "Sorry it had to be you." She couldn't tell if he had actually been sorry or what he even meant, but she hadn't had the time to ponder it either.

He raised the knife and she shut her eyes, a sob rising in her throat. Another violent stab, in her chest this time, cut her off once again. She tried to scream but no words came out, she suddenly couldn't breathe. He released his grip on her, letting her collapse onto her knees. The last of the remaining air in her lungs stumbled out in pained coughs and wheezes. Blood dripped from her mouth as she desperately tried to beg for help from anyone who might hear.

But no one heard, perhaps the raging storm was too loud or she wasn't loud enough, she didn't even know anymore. She hunched forward, propping herself up with shaking hands, that deep red liquid painting the cold cement beneath her. Her world had begun to spin, her vision growing hazy as the thought of death settled in. She could barely think anymore, not about survival and not even about what she was leaving behind.

Her body gave out, dropping her onto the hard ground. She stared up at the sky as the rain fell, suddenly feeling so very sleepy. She felt herself being dragged somewhere then dropped onto a hard pile, but her brain was too foggy to figure out where. She closed her eyes for just a moment before slowly blinking them open again, she saw a dark figure crawl towards her. She blinked again, feeling her body be covered and held by something gentle. Maybe this was all just a bad dream and that was her father coming to tuck her in, maybe if she fell asleep she'd wake up in her own bed and forget about this awful dream.

Hope fluttered in her mind as she let out a last pained breath, letting her eyes close once again. She felt sleep gently cradle her, glad that her pain had faded away into nothing but a bad memory.