Mgh, One Shots

Bitten (PurplePhone, I'm not sorry)

-Xander's POV-

"S-Scott-.." I choked out, gazing over to him, and holding my breath. He cupped a hand over his side, shaking and near crying as the blood from the new bite leaked through his shirt. To think that just a few weeks ago we were sitting in the office back at Fazbear's, cackling over the ignorance of the animatronics. I never would've imagined spending my Friday this.

Scott went pale, whining loudly. That's what brought me back to reality, snapping out of my state of disbelief. I quickly made my way over, gnawing on my lip as I tried to get Scott to move his hands from over the wound. "Xa-Xander- St--" I cut him off, shaking my head quickly. "D-Don't, I c-"

"Xander y-you can't do anything a-a-about it, there's n-no use." He moved one of his hands, already soaked in blood as he placed it on my shoulder. I choked back tears as I hesitantly nodded. I didn't want to accept it, Christ, I don't think anyone would.

His hands started slipping from his side so I placed them on my shoulders, mine going around his waist, putting a bit of pressure on the bite. I could feel him swaying, eyes fluttering shut. He leaned forward and placed his forehead on mine, his eyes had long since melted shut as tears streaked down his cheeks. "X-Xan- Nghh..h-hurts-" I nodded a bit, muttering a slight "I know..." under my breath. "I-I-I'm sorry, look, j-just...focus o-on me, not the pa-pain, alright?" He took in a shaky breath, nodding a bit. "Al-A-Alright-.."

Left...back...right...forward...repeat...

We stepped slowly, Scott taking in loud, shaky breaths with each movement. Distract him. Make sure whatever time he has left is plesent at least...

Make it worth it.

How'd it get like this? Just a few weeks ago everything was fine... Heh, times like this make me favor the time spent at the restaurant... Messing around with Mike and Smith... Working nights with Mr. Fitzgerald back at the old location... It's strange to think that they're all gone now.

Somehow I failed to notice that Scott's breathing stopped and that the life was quickly fading from his eyes, only realizing it when his knees went weak and that I was the only one supporting his weight. Hazy, half lidded brown eyes stared into my hazel ones, a soft whine being pulled from out of those perfect lips of his. His arms completely slipped from my shoulders, his entire body slumping down against mine, his faint heartbeat just barely able to be felt against my chest.

Why'd it have to come to this...?

His eyes fell shut, the faint beat of his heart fading completely, all before I grasped the fact that he was gone. I gulped, body shaking as I keeled down, laying the limp figure on the ground. This is truly a nightmare..

What's the point of going on if you have nobody left?

I could make it out of this, but... With what? The knowledge that everyone I've come to know and love is gone? I'd be the most miserable person on this damned planet. Nobody would want to live a life like that... So... What's the point of going on if I'll be alone?

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I think you can kind of comprehend what happens next, so I'll leave you with that~