I'm Not Innocent

Chapter 14- It's Better This Way

Jesus fucking Christ you guys, it's August, almost September and the last time I posted an update was in May. I am so sorry XD if you haven't been keeping up with my Tumblr, I've 'moved' to my now more active account, created-by-the-creator. The fnaf account isn't going to be as active until the new game comes out, so I haven't been really in the fandom as of late. But I wanted to finish this book (or at least give you one of the endings) so I ended up finishing this, finally.

I am glad y'all have stayed here and waited so patiently. Thank you for that.

This might have more endings, but for now just have this.

Alright enough talking.

Let's start this shit.

"Let the game begin..." the tall, dark skinned man from across the room said as he gestured a hand to everyone present, a nauseating smirk was plastered on his face while his pale eyes seemed to be full of mischief. His hands were then joined together behind his back; his face seemed to be oddly relaxed despite the whole situation unfolding before him.

The two in the back behind him on the other hand, watched in a painful silence, agonizingly waiting for a life or death decision to be made.

I watch as Scott's body was trembling in pain, his legs seemingly going limp as blood seeped out from the makeshift bandage the smaller one made for him. Silent whines and grunts escaped his throat while Jeremy held one of his hands to help distract him, giving them both something to hold onto.

I glanced back to Vincent, following his motions as he tapped his foot impatiently on the tiled floor, the sound seeming to echo quietly off the walls.

Finally, I take a look down to where I held the revolver in my shaken hands, unable to process my own thoughts efficiently. I stare at the metal of the barrel, debating on what I should do.

My close friend, someone who had given me advice throughout my time as a night guard...he kept me safe and made sure I didn't die from those killer animatronics.

My coworker, or maybe even my lover? I have so many mixed emotions with him, but he's still a friend...he's still my friend...

The one who can take care of him; help cure him...make the poor kid live a somewhat normal life...He was so close to finding a cure...

Or...myself...

My body was shaking from I don't even know what. Fear? Anger? Sadness? Or just all of the above?

The pressure presented on me was indescribable. I felt like I was stuck inside a tiny box, packed down and closed up tightly. The only way to open it is to shoot the gun, and even then I could feel as if the box got tighter.

Everyone stares at me with a terrified look in their eyes, all except for Vincent, who stood in the silence with everyone else, waiting for me to make my decision.

I couldn't kill anyone in here...I just couldn't...I am not a murderer like Jeremy or Vincent...I refuse to kill anyone...but if I don't, everyone will suffer, all because of me...

Tears burned at the edge of my eyes, but I managed to hold it back, my eyelids squinting as I tried to suck them back in. Crying won't do anything. Crying won't get me out of this shit.

A thought jumped into my brain but was quickly thrown away. If I were to try and aim for Vincent's leg or something, so we can all get away...I could miss with how shaky my hands were. I can't take the chance...

Plus, what would we do afterward? If we go to the cops, Jeremy would be sentenced to life in prison, and we'd probably join him. Or then Jeremy would never get the cure he needs...