FNaF One Shots

Darkest Before Dawn(Bonnie x reader)

The stars... the night sky... they were both beautiful.

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How long have I been here? How long have I sat rotting in the shell of who I used to be? Suffering for years? Decades?
Why has my life disappointed me so? Why do I try? Should I give in?
Yes.. do it. Stop your pain. End it completely.
  No... I can-
Who will miss you, hm? Nobody. We both know it. So take that shiny blade right there, yes that's it, and do me a favor hm?
W-What? Do what?
Drag it across your pretty little throat
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Everything was quiet. Peaceful. I didn't feel pain or my own blood. Everything was white.
Nobody else was there. Nobody.
I was alone.  Completely alone at last. I closed my eyes
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""Y/n....." "Y/nnn...." "Y/N!!"
My eyes flew open and I gasped at what I saw. A man with pitch black eyes and purple hair frowned at me.
I groaned in annoyance and sat up, but quickly realizing I couldn't. I was restrained.
"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded.
"I'm sorry. You can't get up and you can't get away. In the hospital... they saved you. Unless you want your anger and depression control your body once more, you need to go back to it."
"Even if I wanted to, which I throughly don't, how would you make me?! That body was weak!"
"No... y/n... you were."
Warm lips collided with my own and hands found their way to my temples. My chest began aching terribly and I let out a gasp as I shot awake into a different environment.
Tears pricked my eyes as a burning sensation spread across my throat and a heart monitor began to speed up.
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He told me I barely survived. My doctor. He also happened to look exactly like the man from the whi-well... I guess dream. The same hair and eyes. Even had the same facial structure. A sharp jawline and defined cheekbones.
  I had shot out of the bed in confusion, only for multiple doctors and nurses to flood into the room.
I asked what had happened
He only winked at me.
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They placed me in an isolated room, and the man with purple hair visited me often.
One time he snuck me out and took me away. He drove in silence and eventually we made it to a cliff overlooking the city. It was still dark outside and the stars were flying high. My main thought?
  The stars... the night sky... they were both beautiful.
He had spread a blanket on the ground and looked at me adoringly as I stared up in awe.
As his fingers laced with mine the only words that were shared...
"Here's the best part,"
And at that moment... despite all I'd done and gone through... I felt myself rising.
Just like the sun, bursting through the darkness to claim what was theirs. Shredding all former doubt and depression, I rose out of the rubble that was my life and mental state.
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I looked at the man with purple hair, feeling love bursting through my veins in a fit of passion. I gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, making our lips collide in a passionate kiss.

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I didn't know that none of it happened. The police arrived soon after and placed me in cuffs. They threw me in a van and brought me to a facility for the mentally unstable.
I was tossed around like a rag doll and thrown into a padded room. The man with purple hair sat on the bed with a look of sorrow.
Two doctors came in and told me I had schizophrenia. A mental disease that causes hallucinations and madness.
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I sat for hours. Realizing that the voice telling me to attempt suicide wasn't real. The man from the dreams? Nonexistent.
The man with purple hair? No.
Though he still visited me, I now knew that despite how real he looked... felt or sounded like... he was all in my head.
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How long have I been here? How long have I sat rotting in the shell of who I used to be? Suffering for years? Decades?
Why has my life disappointed me so? Why do I try? Should I give in?
Yes.. do it. Stop your pain. End it completely.
  No... I can-
Who will miss you, hm? Nobody. We both know it. So take that shiny blade right there, yes that's it, and do me a favor hm?
W-What? Do what?
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         That time? I didn't miss the artery.

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The man with purple hair was there, and he was real. He was full of life and joy and peace and love. He loved me. And I loved him. We were happy. We found life after death. We found the missing piece of our souls.