Nothing changed last night. I was still in Angela's body, I was still scared, and I still have to deal with animatronics. I had to stay standing, off my bed, I had to watch every door, and the closet. I had to watch the bed. They were swarming everywhere. I can't die now. I can't go inside a suit now. I can't have this life ripped away from me.
Eventually an alarm went off, and they all disappeared. Is this how she died?
A half an hour later Angela came home from my job. She seemed shell shocked and scared. I walked up to her with the same fear. Is death our destiny?
I tried to speak steadily and jokingly to lift the spirits but it didn't work out,
"H-how was work?" She looked down at me and asked a question of her own,
"Who's Trever?" She met him. It seems that way.
"He's... the guys who created the animatronics."
"Why?" I paused for a second before answering,
"Because... he's a twisted man." She didn't say anything after that. "How long has this been going on?" She looked at me in confusion. I tried to clear the confusion, "The animatronics coming to the house I mean." She pointed with her index and middle fingers to her head, pressed against her temple.
"They're in your head. It's a curse." I wasn't sure what the curse was she meant. There shouldn't be any curses for her. "It's the curse I should say." I looked away. What's the curse?
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FanfictionJacob Fragnor is found stuck in a cycle of the possibility of death, stuck of the death of his daughter and the demon behind this demise. Will he escape unscathed or will he learn that you don't mess with magic? (This is not based off of actual game...
