Bring Life - FNAF x Reader

•Chapter Fifteen•

Darkness. Nothing.

I had no way to tell how long I was gone, but it felt like years.

It only got colder, emptier, and darker with time.

All I felt was sadness and anxiety.

I began to forget who I was, and my memories.

Suddenly, there was a bright light, and inside of it stood a figure.

Tears filled my eyes and I reached out to the man as he stepped towards me.

When his face came into focus, I began to scream, and I cowered down, collapsing into a pile of pathetic sobbing.

It was him. It was that fucking purple guy. But, this time he wasn't purple. He was a normal guy.

"Stay away... Stay away..." I shivered and my voice crack in terror. I was afraid of what he'd do to me now that he's killed me.

He kneeled down in front of me and placed a gentle hand on my arm. I flinched as he did so, and I looked up at him.

His face was painted with worry and concern. He looked like he actually cared. But that was the thing, he was capable of fooling people that way.

After a moment of staring, I slapped away his hand and fell pack onto my chest.

Then, he said something that made me stop crying, shivering, and everything.

"I'm so sorry..." He said.

I looked up at him, and he had tears in his eyes.

"You're broken."

With those last words, he placed his hand over my heart, and the light flashed once more.

When I opened my eyes, I stood in the pizzeria. The tile was cold as usual, and the place was dark and covered in police tape. On the front door, a notice read "to be demolished," and all of the chairs and tables were stacked and at the walls.

The animatronics were off the stage and halfway packaged in boxes.

Were they really being moved? Was this building really being demolished because of the murder? How was I here? Wasn't I dead?

"Y/N...."

Chica stood in the doorway behind me, she held a paper, but dropped it as soon as she saw me. Chica held her hands up to her mouth and began sobbing uncontrollably.

"Chica... Where are the others?" I ask.

"They're gone, I haven't seen them since the incident... I think- I think PG got them!" She cried. I stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.

PG? Never heard her refer to him as PG before. But, it was clever, and I liked it.

She stopped crying and grabbed a hold of my hand.

"You feel like me... I think you're one of us now?" She questioned herself, and gasped before I could answer. "Oh my god... How are we going to stop him now?"

"Calm down, Chica." I sincerely try to calm her. "I need to figure something out. I have an idea. Are there any newspapers of magazines about any murders that took place?"

Chica nodded and scurried into the back with me in hand.

She hoisted up a brief case and blew dust off of it, plopping it onto the desk. She stepped back, and allowed me to open it.

Inside were multiple newspapers about the mysterious murders, and amongst the newspapers, I found an article about the murderer.

Under it, a photo of him. His name was Vincent, I read. My mouth falls open in interest. I read on.

"Vincent has been diagnosed with schizophrenia at a young age and was said to have a violent past with his home life prior to the murders. He is to be executed-"

I gasp. He's sick. That's why he killed them!

I felt sadness fill my chest and I continued flipping through the newspapers, but didn't find what I was looking for.

I slammed it shut and screamed in frustration. Then, noticed Chica's absence.

"Chica?" I call out, stepping out of the room.

I wasn't gonna be able to fix them, they were all weak now and I was only to be next... Purple Guy had us all in his grip, he was stronger than us... It's over now.

Tears began falling from my eyes as I laid down flat on the cold floor.

What was I gonna do? This was worse than the end. I wish there was an end. I'd rather rest in peace than struggle to live like this...