One Heart, With two Owner's

Six

I woke up to the sound of a clock ticking. My whole body aches and feels weak. My vision is hazy and everything is blurry. I saw a figure walk towards me. I blink furiously and try running my eyes. Apparently I'm tied to a chair. I struggled and tried to break free.

"There's so use trying ya know?" A familiar voice said. "Let me introduce myself. The names Vincent." He said.

"Why are you doing this. And why can't I see?" I asked, looking to the direction of his voice.

"Well," Vincent's voice was behind me now. I felt warmness to the side of my head. "You told, and what did I say if you did?" His voice was calm yet intimidating. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

"You'd kill me." I replied.

"It's cute that you're acting fearless. Yet, I can hear your heart beating... It's so fast it's like it's going to give up and I won't even have to touch you." I heard his footsteps in front of me. "Can you even see yet?" I shook my head. "Well that's a pity... You won't be able to see who I'm stuffing you in. I've been working on her for a while and I think it fits you well." Vincent pulled out a purple suit from a closet. I couldn't see it very well but it was definitely a cat. "Her name is Sugar. Which will soon be your new name... I hope the wires don't bother you too much..."

My breathing hitched and I was being lifted out of my chair. I frantically kicked around. "Stop resisting! You know you have nothing to live for anyways... I have been watching you for quite a while, Andrea... Oh, the sad part is you think you can get with Mikey." Vincent placed the chair down and bent in front of me. He grinned widely. I blinked a couple of times and I could finally see better. I looked at the cat. It's mouth hung open but it's head was on the floor.

"You said it yourself. It's was so sad... You cried a little too... Nothing to live for. But don't worry about Mike, he'll soon meet you too. As a little doggy. Made specially for him. And you two will work together in another new part of the Pizzaria and perform little plays like Foxy did."

"What did you do to Mike." I growled through my teeth.

"Hm? Oh! I told Freddy to stuff him. You see, I've hid in this golden suit for so long, that I was able to hide. Freddy and his friends thought I was the little boy. Remember? I told you about him. The one at the windows. Anywho, I realized how gullible and hurt they are... Just. Like. You." Vincent smirked and poked me under my collarbone.

I laughed. "If your trying to make me feel bad you're failing horribly. You see, I've been hurt so many times... It doesn't even matter to me anymore. Yes, I'm horribly scared but I do have a few things to live for that I use for intertwine by and I won't do any of that in a cat suit." I shook my head and scoffed.

Vincent looked defeated. "That's... That's not going to stop me from stuffing you into this suit."

"Oh? Did you just stop to think what to say? This is a surprise. It's almost like you're also hurt." I smirked. If I can stall long enough, someone might be able to come and help. I heard footsteps outside the door. They slowly walked away.

"That was probably Chica-"

"Now you're just dodging me, Mr. Vincent."

"Oh. OH! I see what your doing now. You're stalling me. Do you really think someone is coming to your rescue? Get this, damsel in distress. What? Think Mike magically escapes somehow and comes here to save you? Against 4 powerful animatronics? They could break his neck in a heart beat."

"Welp. Play times over." Vincent rippled the ropes off and grabbed my wrists tightly walking towards the suit. My eyes lit up. I remember my dad teaching me how to get out of these types of situations. I slipped my hand under his wrist, if he doesn't let go he'll have one broken arm. He let go quickly. Now I have a hold of his wrist. I yanked his arm close to me and kneed him in the spot where the sun don't shine and then pushed him on the floor.