"ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ"

Chapter 44: Savior Complex

Mike didn't come home. At first I could dismiss it as him being at work. But now that darkness loomed in the sky, and Michael never works night shifts. He hadn't come home, and I wished to ignore the fact that a corpse rabbit was lurking in my house and maybe still was. "Springtrap? Uh ...William? I'd appreciate it if you left my house." Silence. Maybe he wasn't here. That'd be a desired result. I get ready to go to fazbear frights. Where else could he be?

I leave my house just to realize my car wasn't there. Realization dawned on me that whatever happened last night, my car didn't come home with me. Springtrap carried me. "Great, back to the days of walking!" I growl as adjust my bag over my shoulder. The walk was probably about 15-20 minutes, which made me feel dumb, because it made me realize I actually lived rather close to a place of nightmares. Of course springtrap knew where I lived, literally nobody lived closer to the place than I did.

I near the opening to the parking lot. A white fleck flutters onto my shoulder. "Snow in Utah? What the hell..?" I reach my hand out to catch another white fleck, but I wasn't met with melting ice in my hand, it crumbled into the wind.

Ashes.

I was alarmed at the realization and I begin running into the parking lot toward the building as smoke enters my nose with a burning sensation. "Holy shit!" I scream as I see flames lapping at the horror attraction that I had become too familiar with. "This fucking place!" I grumble with panic and anger. I see mikes empty car next to mine.

No no. He's IN there?!?

"Fuck me. I'm gonna die today" I whimper as I drop my bag on my car hood, pouring water onto a rag I had from my water bottle. I soaked the rag and pull my coat over me more. I approached the entrance. Flames hadn't fully consumed it, but the walls were almost all beginning to be consumed by fire.

I am stupid as fuck. Captain save a hoe. What the fuck am I doing? I shrug off my thoughts as I run I to the entrance. I didn't have much time. I hold the wet cloth to my face to block the smoke as I rushed through. I pull it away only to call for him. "MICHAEL?!!?" I hear shattering inside and I move deeper. I had to make my way all the way to the office. I kick over burning prices of paper props that litter the path and have to crawl under a fallen beam. Fire slowly grew, to the point where it locked at my heels when I walked past it. My cloth was dry and my body was dripping in sweat. I begin hearing laughing. The laughter of children. "Charlie?" I call out.

"No silly, we're the ghosts that you should fear." A girl whispers on my ear. I turn to find nothing, and I pick up my pace, now running through the building. "Michael!! William??" Where the fuck could either of them be—

I'm cut off as I turn the corner, the floor cracks beneath me and I run into a hard surface yhat knocks the air from my stomach, and I am grabbed by my fore arms suddenly and thrown over top of the mass I ran into. I had absolutely no time to process as my watery fire dried eyes caught a glimpse of what may have been Springtrap, who threw me into the wall as something was suddenly thrusted into his back. "Agh! What are you doing here—" he shouted. He pushed away from me and turned around, revealing an axe lodged in his back. A big ass fire axe. Michael was at the end of the hall. "You fucking murderer! They're dead because of YOU!" He screamed as he ran at Springtrap.

"HELLO? EXFUCKINGSCUSE ME!!! STOP FUCKING FIGHTING WERE ALL GONNA DIE!!" I try to yell over the flames as I whimper at the burning sensation that touched over my back, forcing me to pull away from the wall quickly.

"STAY out of this Y/N." Springtrap growled. "Some father-son reunion, hm William?" Michael seethed.

"Excuse me— what the fuck!" I yell through choking coughs as Michael tries to hit springtrap—William with a pipe that had come loose and was actively half on fire. I dodge springtrap who stumbled back where I formally was and hit the wall. I quickly run in between them shoving Michael's shoulder and outstretching my hands. "STOP." I demand as my voice becomes raspy from smoke. Michael was actively trying to move past me and William gave him a death glare, brushing a burning piece of fur off off his shoulder. I grab Michael by his arm and look at William as I begin pulling Michael to the the closest exit. "Are you coming or what?!" I cough as the flames were now actively catching the edge of my pants on fire. My face burned and every inch of exposed skin did too. He begins to trudge after me in no hurry. Fucking idiot. "You gonna let your father just burn to death Michael? Huh? Burn me for my crimes? Does that make it all better?!" He snarled towards Michael with a manic laugh ripping through his throat. We get closer to the entrance but I shove Michael forward as a beam from the ceiling collapses, but as I stumble backwards to avoid it it lands onto my foot. "F-fu-!! AH!?" I scream in pain as hot splinters crush my foot, forcing me to hit the ground, fire creeping onto my pant leg. "Hel-" singed fur covered arms loop under mine to grab me around my torso. "Fucking hell! Look the fuck up, will you?!" He grabs me and yanks my body harshly from the burning timber, forcing my ankle out from under it painfully. I cry in pain, but it's followed by coughing. The path was blocked and I grabbed at Springtrap's arms for a way to stand, but he lifts me up all together. "Oh my god—- get me out of here- please.." I beg through panicked gasps, as I try to cover my mouth from the smoke that dizzied me. "I'll get you out of here." He hissed, affected in some way by the heat. My vision was blacking out, but I suddenly could see spirits following us. William kicked over a wall that was nearly fully burned. He was lucky to be dead in the moment as he walked through flames, which cling to his old rotten fur like a hungry anomaly. Spirits began wailing to me as the exit got closer and I covered my ears in agony.

"Don't leave us here! Y/N!"

"You traitor! You said you'd save us! Don't let him leave!"
"Killer!!!"
"Burn him. Let him BURN!"
"Don't leave us. STAY!!"
"Y/NNN!"
"Burn with us. Don't you want a family Y/N?"
The dead children screamed and wailed and my eyes shot wide open as the glass doors shattered from heat. Hands reached for me.

They didn't want us to leave.