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

Chapter 50: Twisted Remorse

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For once...Matron felt alive.

Perhaps not literally sadly, but figuratively speaking, it was the truest statement that she'd ever thought to think of since...huh.

A long time ago.

Thoughts of bunched anger and hatred had slowly been replaced over the past few...days?

I mean, a day and somewhat of the next day, is that days?

Eh, who was she to care for plurals.

But over the past days, all the built up fuel inside her had been slowly unwinding, just by spending time with Jess.

Well, spending time was putting it kindly, they'd been bonding over a rather odd process.

Years of being trapped, trapped within a prison of mind had led Matron to believe the outside world was just as horrible and dark as it had been when she'd...left it.

But now, seeing Aphmau just being plain happy and being herself around her friends, it sparked something inside her.

A feeling she hadn't met with for a while.

Empathy.

And a sort of understanding with the concept of friendship.

Cliche and cheesy as it may sound, her brother had always been her best friend.

Not even Mom, and especially not Dad, could ever top that off.

Andy and her held one of the strongest relationships she had ever known.

And the night he died, that was something that she had never been able to get over.

The event had been so quick and painful, that a thousand years couldn't even gauge what happened in a few seconds.

Now, once more, the same feeling from all those years ago, the feeling of finally settling in, it was returning.

...

Was her plan really worth it?

At this point, she was doubting herself extremely.

Anger is a dangerous fuel. Her mother had once said. It will blind you to the truth you seek for, and twist it into a horrifying vengeance. 

At first, she really hadn't cared for the words, she had been a child then, err, mentally.

Later on, the words had become another of meaningless memories, a ghost quote. Meant to be forgotten or shoved away into the deep.

As time grow on, anger became something she'd dealt with on a daily basis.

It descended into an untamable rage, a thrill ride of fire that kept her continuing and reaching out for her goals.  

She was powered by it, and nothing else couldn't satisfy her except for it.

So she'd contorted the mind of the body she was stuck with, sending out visions of fear, detonating sensitive subjects, and most importantly, driving Aphmau to the point of brokenness.

At first, she'd felt nothing but ecstasy from seeing another suffer.

But now, a threatening sense of guilt tore at her insides, knawing her raw and building up a deep regret.