Chapter Eighteen ~Reunited~

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Romance time! Hit it! Also some language and gore warning. Not a lot but a little. Enjoy!!

Y/A's PoV:
I began walking around the room. My mind is lost. I lost my sanity. I lost everything. I'm horrible! Just horrible. My eyes glanced up. The Storage room door...it was open. I got up and peered outside. The lights were switched off. There was barely enough light to see. However, I knew this restaurant by heart.

"Psst. Y/A." A child voice whispered. I turned. There was one of the children. One of the victims.

"Yes child?" I asked. The kid immited a pale glow. This kid was holding a balloon.

"Follow me." The child said. I nodded. The child led me to a dead end in the pizzeria, pressed a random piece of the wall, and there where the wall used to be was a dimly lit room. A figure was tied up.

"That is who you seek." My companion whispered. I walked foward. I recognized the H/C hair, S/C, and size of the figure.

"Oh my. Y/N!" I gasped. Y/N was extraordinarily skinny. As in hadn't been fed skinny. She had a sick look to herself. She weakly raised her head.

"No m-more. P-please." She murmured. Her eyes had lost their natural sparkle. In place of that sparkle was a dullness. But it struck her hard. I walked towards her. I looked around. There was knives arranged along a table.

"Vincent and her mother...they tortured her. It was very bad. They took those knives. They engraved things into her skin." My child companion pointed out. I tore/slashed the ropes off of her.

There were indeed messages there. 'Freddy is a failure. Bonnie is a bastard. Chica is a cunt. Foxy is a fraud. Goldie is a good for nothing bitch.' I read. Y/N looked up at me.

"Y/A! You're here!" She gasped. She weakly got up. She opened her arms. I hugged her.

"Okay. Ms. Y/N. The Puppet is requesting your presence in the Spare Room." The child said calmly. Y/N nodded. She snuggled into my warm embrace. She groaned.

"Legs are weak. Can Y/A bring me to the Spare Room?" She asks. I shoot a look of confusion towards the child. What Spare Room?

"Unfortunately that isn't allowed. The animatronics don't know about this room." The child stated. Y/N nods.

"Okay. Let's carry out the plan." Y/N growls.

Keep your eyes peeled for the Grand Finale...

The Birth of Springtrap

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