"ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ"

Chapter 47: Alternative Ending

TW! Graphic descriptions of burning alive, dead bodies and gore.

I start screaming as a burning sensation ignites over my back, squirming and thrashing in panic. Springtrap drops me suddenly, stumbling. "The hell is wrong with you woman??? You're not on fire! IM on fire!!" He yells through the loud roaring flames. He leans down to pull me off of the ground, clearly ignoring that flames began to crawl up his legs, more focused on getting me to safety. The rabbit suit's jaw hung loosely as if the heat began to melt him. He looked distorted and horrific due to the heat.

Suddenly an enraged scream from a young girl shattered the air as a burning rafter cracked in the ceiling and broke, collapsing down heavily onto my thighs. The hot timber splintered into my clothes and tore into my skin. I screamed.

I heard the children laughing. What was so funny?

William reached for the timber with a grunt of effort, but suddenly another beam fell, blocking him. "Augh- Y/NNN!" I heard him yell over the flames. I looked down.

Everything happened in seconds.

It was too loud to really hear him. There was a sharp ache throughout my pelvis and legs. It was painful to breathe as I sucked in a choked breath and try to slide myself out from under, only to let out a sharp cry of pain. I could smell burning cloth at first, but it had developed into a thick coppery smell. My pants had burned away at my thighs, taking my skin with them. But not just my skin.

My flesh.

When I looked down, I saw colors in the flesh of my thighs I never had seen on a human before. Black red yellow and a sickly pale color, blisters everywhere. They popped, and I could hear the popping noises.

The air tasted thick and metallic.

I screamed and clawed the floor, my skin feeling tight and difficult to move, trying to pull myself out from the fire coated beam, which was fully engulfed now. I couldn't just push it off. I felt its weight sink into my thighs, and a hot stinging pain exploded over my lower legs. I was on fire.

"WILLIAM! CHAR-!" I tried to scream in agony, but my voice died in my throat, turning into a wet raspy wheeze rather than words. 'If I can just get out from under it' I thought, but I could hardly think at all. I slapped at my clothes as fire began licking at my abdomen. "N-no- ffff-uck-" I croaked, my vision was blurry and nearly blacked out from the smoke, I couldn't form tears any longer but my eyes still stung with the ashes and heat. I see clawed hands ripping at the top of the beam, but I couldn't focus. My lungs burned like someone was physically ripping them apart. I couldn't breathe. I felt the fire gaining on my upper body until I feel it on my neck. I was so scared, and yet I began to go numb in strange places, perhaps my nerves had been eaten by the hungry light, and no one was here. I glimpsed at the fallen ceiling. In my last Secomd of sight I could almost see a shadow, but it may have been the heat hallucinations. It was too loud to think, and so my only thought was that I was going to die.

There was no doubt.

Blindly, complementing the pain all I had left was my sense of smell. The smoky air smelled sweet, and there was a hint of grease, as if something was cooking, though the senses weren't picked up from breathing, as it was no longer voluntary what invaded my form. It made me sick, but my body failed to respond to the urge to throw up even as the world faded away.

No one was coming to save me.

Springtrap's POV

I kicked the rafter off of her limp form. "Stay with me Y/N, don't you fucking die-" I pleaded. I didn't want to look at her too closely yet as I pull her off of the ground carrying her bridal style.

I had seen death many of times, and twice as much when I was the cause. For someone who brings death to so many, I never would have thought I'd be so shaken by the sight of a young woman in my arms, burned alive all the way up to her chest. Maybe it was because, in a way, I thought of her as my woman, even if it was one sided.

That never bothered me.

What bothered me, is that I was looking down at a shell of what she once was. She was broken, and that means that I couldn't hear her laugh, she couldn't yell at me for things.

And now she's... gone

I had nowhere to go...nowhere to go except to the place I once knew.

I began walking with her in my arms, my metal feet taking me over the edge of the tree line without much of a thought.

Charlie watched us closely with a sad expression, but she stood near the path I needed to follow.

A thought crossed my mind. A thought of something I've done many times before.

Passing her, I stopped, turning slightly. "Charlotte...?" I spoke, hesitating. " ..Yes...William...?" She answered unsurely. "Do you think...that if she could be brought back... do you think she'd want that..?" She looked up at the stars that began to peak around the darkening sky in the thought.

"Even a monster deserves a second chance..."

I couldn't decipher the girls tone in the sentence, but despite the obscurity, it was all I needed to make up my mind.

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It was a few minutes before I reached an old house, abandoned on a small hill that was surrounded by forest. I was surprised that it was still here. Graffiti littered the walls and boarded windows saying things like "killer" and "purple guy". It brought a sinking sensation in my chest, akin to sadness or anger. It didn't matter what was painted on my old house, that's not what I was here for. I had to hurry.

I used my foot to open the old door, looking around the glass littered floors I made my way to the stairs. I ducked into a doorway beneath the stairs, with Y/N's arm hanging limply to the side.  In my old workshop I kick at the floor, feeling around for the hatch.

By the time I had gotten down to the Circus Baby Rentals location, I felt her fingers becoming stiff with rigor morris. I navigated to the back rooms quickly. I could hear footsteps, and I knew they were still here. I didn't have much time to think of who would be a suitable vessel, as I knew her remnant would fade quickly. I go into the private office to find an orange and white fox with purple highlights. 'That was the only suit not occupied.' I recalled. I press the buttons on the animatronics, opening the stomach hatch. I mentally grimaced at what I was about to do to the woman's body. It would be awkward considering she wasn't a child.

I waited.

'What if it doesn't work?' I thought, fidgeting as I sit in the dusty chair.

"Bloody hell... why must I live forever?" I groan, placing my hands on the sides of the suits ears.

The fox laid on the ground, an empty weight of metal. Lifeless and motionless with random splotches of blood. My mind began to race with all of the possible outcomes, even if her soul did remain.

It felt like an hour had passed as I began to accept the situation.

She's gone.

And then there were two white pinpricks in those empty sockets.