"ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ"

Chapter 41: Darkness

"It's Cassidy." I muttered, not taking my eyes away from the soul's. I wasn't sure how I knew but I did.

She stared through the darkness, and the room chilled quickly. I could sense a certain anger in the air, but I didn't want to show fear.

I offered a little wave as springtrap backed away. "Hey, ..Cassidy?" I started. "What are you-"

My throat suddenly tightened and I grabbed my neck, struggling to breathe all of a sudden. Springtrap looked at me, hands shaking. He looked back at Cassidy with intense fear in his eyes, a fear which I have never seen in him before.

"You."
She seethed.

"You took everything from me!"

She broke out in a fit of giggles, but it wasn't cute by any means. She glanced at me.

"Oh? Were you gonna take her life too? Take away everything she loves? Stuff her into a cute teddy bear suit and call her family?"  She feined concern for me as my throat loosened just enough for me to barely breathe. "No! Of course not.." Springtrap replied quickly.

Cassidy glanced at me and observed Springtrap's facial expression as he sent me a worried glance. "Oh?" She clicked her tongue, stepping closer. I saw she held a golden teddy bear. "Perhaps you had something else in mind for her..." she giggled.

Springtrap looked down, seeming greatly disturbed. I finally could breathe again as I coughed violently, gasping for air.

"I bet you're happy, William...." Cassidy began.

"To have found someone who knows what you are... and yet it puzzles me why she doesn't run..."

Springtrap looked at me, I looked back, before we looked back at the ghost. What is this little girl talking about?

"Does she care perhaps? Feel bad for you...? Maybe she pities your rotten soul.... Maybe she wants to save you..." she went on.
I looked back, but suddenly I couldn't see

Springtrap. He was nowhere to be found.

"Oh but....silly Y/N.... Why would you save him? A monster?" Her eyes pierced through mine as I felt chills ripple down my body. 

"You fell for a killer Y/N."

Cassidy stared at me coldly as I failed to process what she said. My teeth chattered to make a response, but she had put some kind of effect on me, to where I felt wrong and I struggled to move properly. I felt disoriented and sick.

"How sick.... You're sick, just like him Y/N, you're just like him..."

I looked at her eyes, holding my stomach. "No, no- you're mistaken- Im just trying to help you-!" i stammered.

"Help ...me?" She went quiet in thought.

"I don't want your help."

She rejected coldly.

"Not just you, Cassidy! I'm doing it for all of you!" My voice raised in desperation. "She asked me to help the kids.... I cannot leave you and them..."

"And yet you waste time trying to save HIM?"  The papers on the walls rippled as her tone changed, picking up a more aggressive voice. The room chilled.

"Why must I leave someone? If I can save everyone... even if just by a chance! Even if he's a killer.... I know how horrible he is-.... But this isn't right! How could you leave him here? Has he not already suffered?!" I argued with determination. "If there's an afterlife... then I'm confident his sins can be paid for there, but this? Keeping him here, tormenting and torturing him, does that make you better than him?!" I breathed tiredly.

Cassidy turned away from me, refusing to face me now, though her dark eyes remained just as cold.

"It sounds like you've chosen your side Y/N... but know that it's the wrong one....why are you against me now, but you claim to want to help? If you really wanted to help... you could really start by giving the man in purple what he deserves! ...and that is certainly not..... putting his soul to rest." Cassidy growled.

She sighed at last, tilting her head back. "Whatever your plan to save us and that wicked thing is, Y/N, I suggest you hurry. Time is running out."

And with that the soul had vanished into the darkness of the hallway, but the presence of her threat still loomed heavily in my mind, in my chest, and in my soul. I sunk to the floor, weakness and heaviness overcoming me as I felt my consciousness begin to slip.

I didn't want to keep arguing with her, but a sunken feeling settled within me as I realized her determination to oppose William. I couldn't figure it out, how she was set apart from the others in her ruthless pursuit of revenge, in which Charlie was willing to let go. I was afraid of what she could do.

I didn't want to make any enemies out of the souls that I was trying to save of course... but with this encounter I was weighted with a choice, a choice that I didn't know when to make.

What did she mean by that? My time was running out?

My mind slipped into darkness.