༺FNAF༻ Victimized

Victimized

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"But now I'm h o m e
Right where I belong
And I cannot stay strong
And in my mind
It's what I deserve all along.."
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"Dimitri? Dimi, are you in here?"

Daddy's husky, thickly accented voice called out to me gently. I trembled, hugging my knees to my chest as tears continuously flowed down my cheeks. I was in the closet. When was I not in the closet? It was the only place I knew to hide from my brother..

"Sinok, please answer me,"

Sinok, Russian for 'son' I think it was. He always called me that. It embarrassed me when he did it in public, but I secretly loved it.

I heard his boots collide with the carpet outside. I saw a flicker of purple through the slim crack between the closet door. He paused. I jumped back as the doors were suddenly opened, flooding light into my dark sanctuary.

"There you are, Dimi."

He called my nickname out softly. I had buried my head in my arms, but I could feel him bend down in front of me. I felt a warm hand on my back, comfortingly stroking me.

"Maxsim again?"

I tensed at the name, nodding solemnly. He sighed and continued to pat me. My sobbing had stopped but tears still pricked my eyes. After a while I brought my face up to look into his silver eyes. He was smiling. That warm smile that chased all my fears away. I tried to return it, but ended up resuming my crying and launching for a hug.

He enveloped me in his strong arms. He always gave the best hugs. It was slightly uncomfortable due to his work uniform's scratchy fabric and heavy belt loaded with a flashlight and other things, but I didn't care. All I needed was a friend. And Daddy was the best friend I had.

"It'll be alright, Dimi. We just need to overcome that little fear of yours, yeah?"

I didn't like it when he called my fear 'little'. There was nothing little about it; but I nodded nonetheless.

His arms lowered and gripped my shoulders lightly. He gave me a playfully stern glare.

"Remember, he's just messin' with you. Older brother's are just like that."

His nose scrunched up goofily and he grinned, his teeth so white they almost contrasted with his Hispanic, tanned skin. A hand ruffled my reddish-brown hair, making me smile.

"Now then, how 'bout we get you some ice cream, yeah? Will that make you feel better?"

I sniffled lightly and nodded; my eyes couldn't help but linger beyond his purple uniform in search of Maxsim. Only my stuffed animals were in sight, with Foxy missing his head as usual. That worried me more than anything..

He patted my shoulder and stood, giving me a final smile and wink before striding out the room. I was shaky and nervous as I left, eyeing every nook and cranny of my room in search of him. Under the bed? No. Under the blankets? No. Behind the door? No.

I sighed with relief.

I hurried after Daddy, still not taking any chances. My hands grabbed for the excess folds of his pants automatically to reassure my safety. I felt so small beneath his towering height. He was at least 6'8 or so. I heard him chuckle softly, but not in ridicule.

We ventured down the hallway together. I looked around at every door, watching for him.. The TV was on in the living room, I could hear it from the hallway. The jingle of the 'FazBear and Friends' TV show chimed. I wanted to go watch, but he was probably in there..

Daddy entered the kitchen and I hopped in my favorite chair, kicking my legs eagerly and grinning. I tried to conceal the aching fear in my heart.

But my eyes still searched for him.

In the cupboards? No. Under the table? No.
Refrigerator? No.

He opened the freezer and proceeded to take out a carton of strawberry ice cream and scoop it into a cone. He'd bought it especially for me. He and Max hated strawberry, but I loved it.

He handed me the sweet treat with his undying smile. I wish I could've been more like him.. Always smiling and happy.. Even after Mamma-

A sudden voice made me jump in my seat and my stomach clench. Max came skipping in, giving Daddy a hug against his hip. I watched him warily. My ice cream suddenly didn't look so appetizing.

"Back from work, Dad?"

I felt sick watching his innocent guise being played out. Daddy always told me not to hate anyone, but what I felt for my brother was far from love.

Max favored Daddy more than I did, feature wise anyway. He got the tanned skin, and black hair of Daddy, and the face of Mamma. I had Daddy's face. He always said I pulled from the Russian side of the gene pool, something he envied since he took after his Hispanic father. He said I looked a lot like Grandma with my pale skin and reddish hair. I wouldn't know though, since she'd died before I was born.

"Well, I am here aren't I?" Daddy replied with a chuckle, ruffling Max's black hair the same way he always did mine. My cheeks felt warm. Not because of jealousy, but because he didn't deserve such treatment. Not after what he'd done to me every day.

He pushed Max away playfully. "Go on. Get yourself some ice cream."

"Sweet!" He exclaimed, scrambling to get some Rocky Road from the freezer. I solemnly gave my ice cream a lick, my eyes boring into my brother the whole time. He hadn't once looked my way. He always acted this way around Daddy. Innocent, cheeky, totally oblivious of me.

Which, frankly, was fine by me. As long as he was far away from me, I was fine.

He made his treat and scampered to the living room. Daddy looked at me with pain in his eyes, but gave me a reassuring smile.

"It'll be alright, Dimi. Remember, it's only six days until your birthday!"

I faked a smile for him, nibbling at the edge of my cone.

He sat down across from me, a cone of Cookies and Creme ice cream for himself. He took a lick and continued. "And I'm taking you somewhere special this time."

My spirits lifted. Possibilities littered my mind. Chuck E. Cheese? Pizza Hut?

"Fredbear Family Diner."

My heart plummeted.

I tried to contain my shock and fear. I had never told Daddy about my fear lingering in that nightmare of a place. He simply thought the mask scared me.

"O-oh.. Fun!" I piped, internally screaming bloody murder.

He beamed, which made me feel better. He reached over and rubbed my shoulder, rising to leave the room before speaking gently to me.

"Cheer up, sinok. Tomorrow is another day."

//Hello there guys! I really hope you enjoyed my take on the story and make sure to cast a vote/comment if you did! Any questions? Anybody know who Dimitri's dad is yet? I know I put a couple of clues but I don't know if I made it obvious enough or not lol. Anyways, have a fantastic day and I'll see you in the next chapter!\\