They Are My Friends; FNAF✔

Chapter 55. Lost Control

Freddy's POV

(Y/n)'s father falls down to the ground, holding his chest. (Y/n) raises the knife again, so I quickly grab her arms. "That's enough." I whisper. I see from the corner of my eye (y/n)'s mother hysterically running towards us. I let go of (y/n) and kick the woman once again to the ground. I turn around and see (y/n) raising the knife. I grab her arms again. "(Y/n), enough!" I turn her around so I can look at her. She has a look on her face I've never seen before. Just scary...

"HEY!" I turn my head to what seems to be the yelling voice of Sam. She walks over to (y/n)'s mother, who is standing up. "Ah, look who we have there. The dumb friend of (y/n) who never noticed a thing." she teases. "How could you.." Sam mumbles. "HOW COULD YOU!?" Sam grabs the shoulders of (y/n)'s mother and tears begin to stream down her face. "How could you hurt her? She's the most innocent girl in the world! What has she ever done to you to deserve this!?" "Sam! Come back!" Mike calls, but Sam ignores him. "How could you ever hurt her..." (Y/n)'s mother smirks. "She's anything but sweet. She's a weak, lying bastard. And she knows it." I look at (y/n), that look on her face is still there. I just can't describe the way she looks, but I can tell it's not good looking....

"That's not true, you selfish woman!" Sam suddenly snaps. (Y/n)'s mother grabs Sam by the neck. "SAM!" Mike yells. With one move, (y/n) escapes my grip on her and she runs over to Sam and her mother. "Don't ever touch my friend!" she exclaims. And then the chaos begins.

(Y/n) kicks her mother to the ground, causing Sam to gasp for air. Mike runs over to Sam and comforts her. (Y/n) kind of lost control. She beats the living hell out of her mother. Unfortunately, her mother fights back...I rush over to her and pull (y/n) away from her. I see Mike grabbing the phone and he quickly runs to the office, pulling Sam with him. "(Y/N)!" I call. I lift her chin up, forcing her to look at me. Blood tickles down from her lips and she just stares at me. What's going on!? I put (y/n) on a table, telling her to stay and I grab (y/n)'s mother. I forcefully push her against the wall and tie her wrists together with a rope. I do the same with (y/n)'s father. I turn around to face (y/n)....but then notice she's not there anymore. I start to panic and quickly run to the office. "Is (y/n) here!?" Mike and Sam shake their heads. "No no no no!" I say frustrated, running back to the party room. "(Y/N)!!!" I yell.

Toy Freddy's POV

"Is it over already?" Toy Chica asks. I take a quick peek and see (y/n)'s parents sitting on the floor with their wrists tied together. "Looks like the fight has come to an end." I say. "(Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU!?" Freddy yells. "(Y/n)'s gone?" Toy Bonnie asks. "Oh no..." Mangle says. Freddy runs out of the party room. "Where could she be!?" Chica asks worried. "She could be anywhere..." Bonnie sighs. "You never cared about me..." We look at each other in confusion. "That sounded like..." Bonnie says. "(Y/n)..." Toy Bonnie finishes the sentence. "It came from out of the party room.." Toy Chica says. When we take a look at the party room, we all freeze in place. (Y/n) places a knife on the cheek of her father. "You never cared about me...." she says again. I'm the first one to run over to (y/n). "(Y/n), stop!" I call. She turns her head to me and blinks a few times. "T-Toy Freddy?" she says, unsure. I kneel down by her. "Yes! It's me!" I say. She blinks a few times again and then looks at her blood-covered knife. "W-What happened?" she asks. I lift one eyebrow. "What do you-" "(Y/n)!!!" Freddy yells. He rushes over to her and hugs her. "Oh thank god you're here...." he sighs in relief. "F-Freddy?" she says. "Yes, dear. I'm here." Freddy responds, holding tight onto (y/n). "What happened?" she asks again. Suddenly the sound of police siren approaches the pizzeria. "Guys...go back on stage." (y/n) says, obviously holding back her tears. We all run back to our places and immediately freeze.

Your POV

The front doors fly open, revealing four agents. Two of the agents get rid of the rope that's around my parents their wrists, and handcuff them. "We'll get you, (y/n)!" my mother threatens me. Two agents walk over to me and kneel down. "Can we call someone for you?" they ask. I shake my head. "M-My friends are a-already here." I explain, hoping they're leaving. "Where are they?" "We're right here." Mike answers. He and Sam walk over to us. One of the agents stands up and talks to Sam and Mike, the other one keeps kneeling down besides me. "Can you tell me what happened?" he asks. "Well...uhh...I don't exactly remember..." I say. He lifts one eyebrow and after that nudges his colleague. "I think she's suffering from amnesia." he whispers, but I can clearly hear what he's saying. "Maybe we have to send her to hospital." his colleague whispers back. "No! I'm fine! I'm not going back to hospital, you fu-" "(Y/n) has experienced this before, and her memory came back eventually. So it's not a big deal." Mike quickly interrupts me. The agents look at each other, but after that nod. "Okay then. And is here an adult near? Like, the owner of this pizzeria?" "He left a couple of hours ago, but I'll call him and tell him what happened." The agents nod again and then they both stand up. "Okay, but are you sure you don't want to go to hospital? You are injured after all." the agent says, looking at me. I shake my head. "No, really. I'm fine. I can take care of myself." "Okay then. Take care, guys." they say and then they exit the building. The car drives off and I sigh deep. "Well...that was an interesting night..." Sam says. "Sure was..." Mike sighs. I stare at the still blood-covered knife, wondering if I did anything with it. "You guys okay?" I hear behind me. I ignore the question, trying to remember what happened this night. "(Y/n), you okay?" "Yea." I quickly answer, not breaking eye-contact with the knife. I was the only one who was holding this knife.....right? The only thing I can remember is that I was running out of the kitchen with that knife and that I stabbed my father in the chest.......I.....I stabbed my.....my father!?

"(Y/n)? I'm being serious now, are you okay?" Sam asks. "I stabbed my father!?" I ask, not believing it. "Yes. Yes you did. You were losing control right after that." I hear Freddy respond. My vision gets a little bit blurred and I look at my leg, seeing it's bleeding. "Uhh....guys......you might want to grab the first aid kit..." Mike says. "What!?" Freddy asks worried. I see Mike pointing at me from the corner of my eye. Freddy runs to the office and after a couple of seconds he loudly drops the first aid kit on the floor. "I'm kind of sleepy..." I yawn. Marionette wraps his arms around me and I lay my head on his chest. "Hmm...nice pillow.." I say and close my eyes.

Freddy's POV

(Y/n) quickly falls asleep and I begin to clean her wound on her leg. "You need some help, Freddy?" Toy Chica asks after a couple of seconds. I nod and Toy Chica kneels down by (y/n) as well. "I need you to clean that wound over there." I say. She nods. "Got it!" I quickly wrap the bandage around (y/n)'s wound. When I finished that I lean in and wipe away some blood that tickles down from (y/n)'s lips. "Damn, she got into a real fight..." I mutter. Then I realize Goldie was unconscious during the fight. "Marionette, how is Goldie? Please tell me he's okay..." I ask worried. "I wrapped a bandage around his leg, since that was bleeding heavily and....now he's still unconscious...so we have to wait until he has awoken." Ohhhh....you better wake up soon, Goldie....
Toy Chica finishes wrapping the bandage around (y/n)'s wound as well and she looks at me. "Is (y/n) really suffering from amnesia?" "I don't think so..." Marionette responds before I could. Toy Chica looks at him. "I think (y/n) was just really confused and she was kind of losing control in the fight....she had no time to think about what happened....trust me, she'll be fine. She'll probably remember everything when she's awake." he explains. I sigh and look at (y/n). At least I could protect her....I guess....