Withered Memories FNAF Fanfic

It Was Me

She took a shaky and deep breath, creeping carefully forward. No doubt about it... William was out like a light. His breathing was erratic and sharp, and his eyes flicked restlessly beneath his eyelids. She knew that if she didn't act hastily, he would die at her feet.

She knelt over him and got quickly to work- ripping off strips of cloth from the apron and his torn uniform and patching him up where the gashes were deepest or where the blood flowed most freely. The whole time her fingers danced from wound to wound she was terrified he would waken from his sleep. Her fingers shook and fumbled as she went, but she felt that she did an adequate job in the end.

From her observation she could see that he had many thin and deep slices, and one deep slash, like a stab wound. As far as she could tell, it was the work of a knife or similar sharp object, maybe a piece of jagged metal or from an animatronic? He also had bite wounds in his arms and shoulder, and bruises all over his torso. The bite marks were alarming; double the size of her own mouth or bigger, and deep in his flesh.

Whatever had attacked him, had put him in a terrible state. He was lucky to be alive.

But...Puppet couldn't have done this, the bites at least. He didn't have any teeth that she knew of.

She frowned. Despite his condition, she had him as stable as she could with what little supply she had. She looked him over one last time before standing and stretching, sighing with relief. She leaned against the edge of the box and slid to the ground, tired and thirsty after her work. Would it be enough though, she thought. A little voice, wicked and unlike her asked, does it matter?

Guilty over the thought, her eyes flicked back over his unconscious form. In the gloom, she could barely see the outline of his sleeping face, but for the first time ever, she saw an almost gentle look on his face. When he wasn't grimacing or sneering, he seemed normal, almost kind. She wasn't quick to judge him for it; he had provided much evidence to the contrary.

She shivered, remembering a time when he had appeared to her as an almost ghost like specter and how she had awoken to the terror of the room with the single bare light bulb. At least Spring Bonnie had been there to chase him off.

She closed her eyes, her head and body aching. She was so tired, and so sore. And still, though so much time had passed, the Pizzeria was completely dead to her ears. The only sounds were the soft breathing of William and a soft *swick,* of air flowing from a vent somewhere above.

She sighed, licking her lips. She would do anything for a soda... She popped her eyes open and glanced at William again, still nervous that he would awaken at any time.

Although his face was less peaceful and slightly pained now, he hadn't moved an inch. He could probably reach the top of the box, if he wasn't in such a state, she observed silently. He was a relatively tall man, but not much more than average. Still, she had almost caught the lip of the present once or twice, and he was at least taller than her.

She sighed softly, and lowered herself closer to the ground, feeling the ache of her body and the exhaustion in her bones.

She felt herself nodding off and opened her eyes quickly, not sure that falling asleep next to William was a good idea. She began to hope that Puppet would come back and her heart quickened with worry. She couldn't do anything from down in the present, but, if nothing else, it would distract her sleepy mind. Almost...

Another moment passed and she found herself snapping awake again, despite her chastising herself. Sleepily, she blinked her eyes, letting them focus in the dim light. She frowned when she didn't see what she expected and sat upright, slightly confused.