Mechanical Love (Freddy Fazbear x OC)

Chapter 17

Lizzy POV

Everyone froze. Sitting on a chair next to the door, is Luna's father.

"There you are you bitch." He growled stepping closer. She cradled me closer and Goldie stood in front of us.

"Who's the father of the brat? Is it the Blondie? Or is it me?" I tensed, remembering the hospital ordeal. Goldie did too, because he growled and took a step forward.

"I'm the father," he snarled, "I want you to stay away from both of them, my girlfriend and my daughter." Mr. Drummond guffawed and said,

"What're you gonna do little man? Cry all over me?" He laughed and took another step. Mike reached into his pocket and dialed 911. Mr. Drummond didn't notice until he heard Mike talking on the phone.

"Hey!" He bellowed, turning to Mike, "Get off your damn phone!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand gun. Mike froze and dropped the phone.

"Hello? Hello sir?" The operator's voice rang out.

"Step in your phone and break it." Luna's father ordered quietly. Mike did as he said, wincing slightly. He turned to Luna.

"Set the brat down, or I will blow her head off and your boyfriends." Slowly she set me down, but moved me behind her.

"Get over here brat!" He addressed me, pointing his gun down. I stepped forward. He grabbed my hair, pointing the gun to my head. The only fear I felt was for Mike to find out my secret, and for both his and Luna's lives. Luckily police sirens rang out. Soon the whole place was surrounded. Police officers held guns and shouted,

"Put your gun down! We have the place surrounded! Let go of the child and put your gun down! I repeat, let go of the child and put the gun down!" He scowled at Mike and let one shot loose before the police opened fire. He cried out as bullets penetrated his torso. I shrieked as blood covered me from head to toe.

"Lizzy!" Luna, Mike, Goldie and surprisingly Vincent cried out. Paramedics rushed forward and took the unconscious Mr. Drummond onto a stretcher and into an ambulance. They tried to take me too, but I used the 'terrified child' act and clung to Luna. They pulled back and started to interrogate the others. Luna wouldn't let me go. She sat down and started to pet my head and whisper thank you's to god and everything holy.

"They shot me." I whispered in her ear. She froze. Picking me up, she rushed to the bathroom saying,

"I want to clean off my daughter." She picked out a hello kitty shirt and a pair of shorts. She walked into the bathroom and started the water.

"Get in." She commanded, looking away. Rolling my eyes I strip down and go in the water. I start to splash water on myself, trying to get the blood off.

"Where did you get shot?" I pointed to my shoulder, where a large hole oozing oil was. She gasped and tried to wipe off the oil/blood mixture. Sighing she left the bathroom yelling,

"Goldie, come over here!" They both came in at once. Goldie sat on the toilet asking,

"What is it? I'm not giving Lizzy a bath ya know." She scowled at Goldie.

"That's not it at all! And you will have ta ya know!"

"Then what is it?"

"Lizzy got shot!" He looked stunned. Looking to me he examined the bullet hole.

"Can you get the bullet out?" Luna asked Goldie, her voice going higher one octave. He shrugged.

"I can try," he said slowly, "but you'll have to hold Lizzy's arm down." She nodded, grasping my elbow and my wrist. Goldie moved his hand near the bullet hole, plunging two fingers inside. I gave a small shriek and tried to jerk back but he grabbed my shoulder, preventing me from moving. He removed his fingers, holding a small bullet.