"ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ"

Chapter 38: A Change

 
A/N: Art by me! Enjoy the chapter~!

It wasn't long until loud footsteps entered the room, and the rotten rabbit appeared in the doorway. I tore my eyes from the bloody mess, switching my attention to the looming bunny.

"If you're gonna murder someone, at least hide the body well!!" I whisper shouted, holding my ill feeling stomach. At first he looked confused and annoyed as he entered the room, but upon tilting his head to see behind me his eyes snapped wide open. He let his head fall back, groaning as he ran his robotic hands down his mask.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, stepping away from the scene into the next room, grabbing the arm of the rabbit roughly. I dragged him into the other room without much protest.

I faced him, huffing. "Who is that? Or who was it?" I questioned warily, looking him in the dead eyes. He created a blank expression across his face. "Who's the only person you've seen me hurt?" He answered with another question. I took a deep breath, "the people you've hurt? Oh let's see-" I put up my hand about to start counting. He shook his head, moving my hand back to my side in frustration. "No, Y/N, the man. The one who was..." he trailed off, an uncomfortable look crossed his face as he hesitated to finish his sentence.

"Oh....Jeremy...." I closed my eyes, turning away from Springtrap. I felt sick, but what Jeremy did....

In a way I guess I should be grateful... but I mean...

Killing might've been a lil excessive.

"Why'd you kill him...? You could've just let him go.."

He scoffed, as if the answer was obvious and the question was dumb. "Are you kidding me? I wasn't gonna just let him do that- to you-" his ears twitched as he snapped, though he seemed to stop himself from speaking as he processed what he himself had said. He quieted, looking away, before looking back at me.

"I don't want to be the reason anyone...else...gets... hurt... or... dies... I mean, I've lived most of my life so carelessly. Selfishly." He paused to take a tired breath, even though he was technically dead.

I turned back towards him slowly, caught off guard by his... seemingly apologetic voice. I couldn't help but soften my gaze.

"I don't want to be him anymore. It'd be nice to start over. If I could just...go back. I'd never do such...." He trailed off, sighing at the realization he was ranting. He shook his head; the killer had made the conversation feel very human, his condition considered.

I let out a little hum, observing and listening.

He leaned his head back a bit, looking at the ceiling and turning to the side. His mechanical mouth twitched into a forced little grin, as he tried to shrug off the feeling that sunk into his chest, closing his eyes and reaching his arms up as if to stretch out his creaking joints. "Anyways.."

"I know there's really no way in hell I'll be saved. I'm damned to this miserable existence in the suit of my sins, forever. I know apologies wont earn me many points from the kids." He laughed dryly.

"You'll be saved... if I can do anything about it..." I spoke lowly, eying the floor tiles. I saw Springtrap freeze for a moment, before his ear twitched and he partially turned back towards me.

I sighed, "I'm not saying it's okay thatt you killed Jeremy, but in a way I appreciate it... situation considered, and to be honest I'm not feeling so sad about it." I laughed dryly. "Just please get rid of the mess, I don't want to get in trouble for it, and it's so....gross..." I turned away, shivering at the thought of Jeremy's mangled corpse.

"Yes Ma'am.." Springtrap purred. I rolled my eyes, going back to the arcade room.

Which game have I not played? I've done Mangle's Quest, I think I did Chica's Party.... What's this other one? Ah... the black and white one, along with BB's air adventures and the other faded yellow and purple that didn't seem to work.

I wandered back to my office, grazing my fingers against the wall in thought. I saw the pictures drawn by kids, one of them being the character I beleive was called balloon boy.

I went to touch the paper, a layer of dust coating my fingers. Before I pulled back my hand my ears began to ring and I heard a loud static noise. My body suddenly felt like it was being poked by tiny pins all over, my vision darkened as I grunted, growing weary.

My vision faded into static, and I woke to a new world, one of 8-bit dimensions and figures.

Was I inside of a video game? What a sick dream, so I thought. Yet I began to see I was awake and conscious somehow, and this game was a key to something.

It's time to play.