Children of The Dark (An Aphmau FNAF Crossover) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5: Friends and Friends

A/N: I forgot to mention, due to the fact this is MyStreet 2, Laurence is not in the story.

Sorry to those who hoped he was.

But am I the only one startled by his absence?

I think MCD could be an alternate dimension to MyStreet so when Laurence disappeared to the Nether, it affected MyStreet Laurence as well.

Just a theory honestly.

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Aphmau snoozed on her bed, feeling for the alarm clock as it rang loudly.

Fumbling blindly with the buttons, she finally smashed the plug cord and it toppled off.

Groaning, Aphmau scratched the top of her head clumsily, making her way to the bathroom.

Still in a drowsy state, she reached out for her toothbrush, and clasped the handle.

And she felt something wet.

Wet and sticky.

She opened her sleepy eyes, and was instantly jolted awake by the sight.

Blood.

Dark, red, sickly smelling blood covered her toothbrush, and her hands.

Her face raised, trembling to the mirror.

Her hair was purple.

Her clothes were purple.

Everything about her, was purple.

In her hand where the toothbrush should've been was a long, curved knife, speckled with red dots of liquid.

An insane smile was on her face instead of the horrified expression she should of worn.

"N...no." She whispered, backing up.

Nearly tripping over a nearby bathroom stool as she backed up against a wall.

"WE. ARE. THE. SAME." Her reflection giggled insanely.

"No..." Aphmau sank, sobbing to her knees.

She looked at the knife in her hand.

And began raising it to her neck.

I don't deserve to live.

"Aphmau!" A muffled voice screamed. "APHMAU!"

Aphmau's eyes rolled up until only the whites were showing.

And her entire line of vision, blacked out.

***

Will she be alright?

Hard to say, she was screaming when I found her, rambling about blood.

Miss Aphmau will be alright, our sources says she will be fine.

That's a relief.

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Aphmau opened her eyes to a blurry white room.

A hospital.

"Ahhh! Your awake Miss Aphmau!" A woman, supposedly the nurse, came up with a clipboard.

Her auburn hair was tied into a bun, and she inspected Aphmau.

"How are you feeling Miss Aphmau?" She asked.

"Fine. How about you?" Aphmau tried for a casual conversation.

"Just fine, thank you dear." The nurse said cheerily.