It's Me

Chapter seven

Taylor turned the corner.

"Hey!" She shouted.

The others followed behind her, The Phone Guy pulled out a gun and shot at the first person he saw.

"PLUSHTRAP, LOOK OUT!" Springtrap yelled.

Plushtrap barely managed to move out of the way. The bullet hit.

OnThe Phone Guy ran down the hall. Taylor couldn't be bothered to give chase, and instead knelt down by the plush rabbit.

"Are you okay?" She asked, even though he clearly wasn't (seriously, woman, he just got shot, does he look okay to you?)

"Yeah." Plushtrap winced and tried to sit up, only to collapse back down.

Everyone stared at him with worried looks on their faces, "I'm fine." He tried to reassure them.

He coughed. He was losing blood, Taylor could tell. He was probably in immense pain but just wouldn't let it show.

"Is anyone here a medic?" Foxy asked.

"Do I look like a qualified doctor to you?" Freddy snapped.

"Fraddeh, I am blaming you on this." Foxy answered.

"Why?!"

"You were standing right next to him, you could've moved him or something."

"I would've gotten shot! I don't wanna die, I'm too old!"

Plushtrap coughed twice, and everyone looked over at him.

The light in the rabbits eyes were leaving.

He was dying. Slowly. There was a chance that he wouldn't die. Very unlikely, but the things that won't happen always seem to happen to Taylor and the Dream Team. So maybe he would stay alive.

Very unlikely.

"Oh jeez, Plushtrap, I'm sorry." Taylor said. And she was, she was sorry for dooming him, for dragging him into this, for becoming his friend, for giving him the chance to come back with her.

"No, I am." Plushtrap protested weakly, "I'm sorry for everything that happened, because if I hadn't have shown up to save you, then we wouldn't be here. Bonnie would still be alive. Chica would still be alive. I-"

"This is not your fault." Taylor interrupted," it's mine. I should've been more careful walking to school. It's called stranger danger for a reason."

Plushtrap meekly chuckled. Then coughed several times

"Oh my god, please don't die." Spring Bonnie said. But she might as well have been begging from a poor person for all the good it did.

The next five minuets were spent in silence mourning over the death of Plushtrap. Tears were shed.

He was thirteen years old.

He had a life to live.

He had barely gotten to live it.

And Scott Cawthon had taken it away like he had done with Fritz, only this time not by animatronic.

By gun point.

And unlike Taylor, Plushtrap couldn't be brought back.

He was going to stay dead forever.

...
Words can't express how upset I am over this death.

I said I cried when Bonnie died, and Chica.
I felt like crying, I didn't actually.

I just watched Winston die in the scorch trials, I was already in tears before, now I'm crying my eyes out.

I'm gonna turn into eyeless Jack at this rate.

But yeah, there goes my favourite character. Sorry.

-Puppet

Ps. Sorry for leaving Crying Child and Adam on a cliff hanger. This just randomly popped into my head and I don't know what I'm going to do with them yet. So yeah, they're just gonna be unheard of for a while. They're coming back. With news.

Bad news. Very bad news. Like, very bad.