Five Nights At Freddy's OneShots

Where Am I?

Panda13216

I wandered around the black room. There was nothing in here, no never anything. I pulled my fingers over my hair. Dirty blond locks came out, spiraling themselves around my fingers. I pressed my hands against my ears, trying to block out what I've done. I shuddered at the thought of it. I still can't remember much though. I guess it's easier to start with the basics.

My Name Is Vincent. I murdered six children. I jumped inside this suit. Now I'm trapped inside it.

That's basically all I remember. I closed my eyes, trying to remember more. I just can't. It's painful, I can't believe I did this. I stared at my now gold tinted hands. Was it all worth it? The satisfaction of murder? The poor children? They had nothing to do with me. They didn't deserve what I inflicted on them and their families! How could I be so heartless, so odious, it's disgusting. I can tell you, never do anything like I did. You will pay, as I am, in this twisted contraption.

I slammed my head against the wall. How could I?! They didn't deserve this. I heard the scream of the security guard, Mike, get dragged out of him office, probably for the stuffing. Great, now I've killed him too. The pain is overwhelming and the voices! They leak into my head like songs, and hold out until I'm crying for mercy.

They must enjoy my suffering, just as I did too them. To lock me in here, to let me waste away, and make sure I relive their struggle everyday. I deserve this, I'm twisted I know. Still, it hurts me so much it's just so scary, but well deserved.

"You are never going back..." A voice plays in my head. I attempt to drown it out, by hearing Mike's screams, by covering my now large, animatronic ears. "Because you got Springtrapped."

"Stop!" I scream into the emptiness. "Please no!" I felt like they were circling me like bees, coming in for the attack. I fell to the floor in a large heap, pulling myself up to the wall.

"We know what you did." My ears were on freak now, bleeding and letting me pull flesh from their sockets. I kicked my legs trying to run up the wall. It was no use, they would still drag my down, break me, until I was nothing left but a soul trapped inside these useless machines.

"Get away from me!" I shrieked. Of course, the more I scream, the more I cry, the more I break, the longer they continue. I could see them getting ripped apart, and my hands doing it.

"We're still here." They whispered into my ears. The memory of Bonnie's scream still haunts me, and the crying of Chica when I killed Freddy in front of her. The stains of brokenness in Foxy's eyes, all of those were my fault.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The tears pulled into my white glowing eyes. I know it's wrong, but I wish I'd have never come here. To never be tortured, in fact, to never be born.

The voices stopped for a minute, hopefully meaning the torment was over. My body was now a mass mess in the floor. My ears bleeding and the leftover of my flesh against the floor. Why would they, they come back. To see that I remain a mess.

The voices came back, but now it was only one. The faintest whisper in the dark mumbled, "You're going to get what you should deserve...." I huddled into my small area on the floor. No, please no, no more. Let me die.

"Let me die." I said plainly. I could see the cocking of the dark haired ones head, before he continued. I wanted to make him stop, but I can't. Maybe this is all a dream, but if so, please let me wake up.

"Can't do that.....you're already dead." Foxy's voice hissed. My fists tightened around my ears. Foxy had always been harsh, always chipping away at me.

"I'm sorry, please, please..." I started. I felt the locks of my hair breaking as my fists pulled at the surrounding areas. I heard Bonnie's scream and Mikes finale before the universe broke apart. I heard Mike scream for help and then he was gone, like a distant image that could never be seen again.

"This is now and that was then." Bonnie muttered before the images erased from my mind. Bonnie always seemed to foretell things, I don't understand him a lot, but still.

As I often do after my heart breaks, I threw myself against the wall and clawed it. Maybe someday I can get out of here, if I try hard enough. Maybe I can wake up. I think I can, this is all just a dream, I know. It has to be. I'm not a killer. I'm not trapped. I'm a good child....

No I'm not. I'm a vicious killed who destroyed six children. I laughed about it. I was tortured in this machine and I'm stuck here. And even if I escaped, my chances of going to Heaven are an absolute zero. Monsters can't make it there and I'm one of those.

My main problem is that I can't see in this darkness. It hurts my mind to know I can't see what so ever. The only thing I see it 'Help Them. Save Them. You Can't.' I know I can't but I'm still reminded of it. Why does this have to be me?! I don't think I should've killed them. And I defiantly know I deserve this. Out of all things, I don't know, that's one of the things I can surely remember.

I felt my hands tighten around my knees. Its oblivious for me to think that I could get away with murder without consequences. How could I act, let alone think in some way?! I'm just a monster, who deserves his punishment just as a killer does. And it's in their own twisted way. To keep me going in my spring imprisonment.

Springtrap is hot. Don't judge me. |o3o/