My Shattered Soul

The Gift of Life

( Picture not related. Also contains gore. If you are incredibly squeamish, skip the end of chapter.)

The curtains closed for the last time of the day. You could hear the crowd walk away. You turned around, to see those claw marks. You slid your hands across them, your finger's feeling the ridges in the wall. The sound of screeching metal came from outside your curtain. You looked down at your paws for a second, then opened them. It was Bonnie. He looked at you with lowered ears. You closed your eyes, hoping that you were wrong. But you weren't. Bonnie walked out of the room, and led you to the office.

You looked down at the body. " Lisa..." You mumbled as you crouched down near her. " Despite my best efforts..." You looked away from her mangled body. You grasped her cold hand, and inspected the scratches. " Foxy... why?" You asked yourself. " Why would you do this..." The marionette came into the room. He saw Lisa, then snapped his fingers. Instantly, a suit almost identical to yours appeared in his hand. He held it out for you suggestively. You looked at Lisa one last time. " No." You told him. " I will not condemn her to our fate." The puppet cocked his head to the side, then floated out of the room. You laid down next to her body, thinking. All ties to the outside world was severed. You looked at her bloody body. Why does everything end in death? Metal footsteps echoed around the building as the other animatronics walked around.

You stood up, then walked out of the room. You couldn't bear to be in this room anymore. You couldn't bear being here anymore. You wondered how the originals felt, they had been trapped here for years. You looked down the hallway, spotting Freddy walking past. He reached his hand out and tore something off the wall. Endo strained and tried to see what he was holding. It was a colorful sheet of paper, obviously advertising something. He crumpled the paper in his hand and closed his eyes. He opened them and threw the paper into the trash. " The past is the past..." He muttered. You got down on the floor and crawled towards him, trying not to scrape the floor with your stomach. He didn't notice you as he walked away, instead focusing on someone else who was in the room.

You walked to the trash can Freddy put the paper in. You pulled it out and looked at it. It was a poster advertising the toy animatronics. You sighed and threw the poster back into the trash, where it belonged. You walked into the room where Foxy was. He looked fearfully at you. " (Y/N), I am sorry! I can't contr-" You held up your hand to stop him. " I understand." You assured him. You looked around the room. " Where's Katrina?" You asked him. He looked baffled at the brief change of the subject, then answered promptly. " She's in the kitchen with Chica." He told you. You nodded and walked to your cove. " What do you think Chica is doing with her?" Endo asked you curiously. " Probably just making a pizza." You assured him. He looked doubtfully at you, then looked to your cove.

You sat down on your stage, looking around at your cove. You pulled your knees up to your chest, and put your head in your knees. You felt vulnerable. Unprotected. Weak. You longed to curl up into your nice, warm bed. You imagined the comfortable covers, your alarm clock. You didn't want to be here forever. Endo leaned his head against your shoulder. You smiled a little at his attempts to comfort you. He seemed to have become less active recently... almost as if he was powering down. You leaned back against the wall, sighing. Everyone you loved was dead. You hadn't seen your mother since your sister died. You looked up at the ceiling, inspecting the claw marks in the roof.

They seemed to match the scratches on Lisa's body. You cocked your head. No, that would be impossible. You hit your head against the wall. The white exoskeleton on the back of your head started to crack against the wall. The pain spread throughout the back of your head. You stood up, then peered through the curtains of your stage. No one was outside, so you started to sit back down. Thunder crashed outside, signaling the start if a storm. You shuddered as you remembered about the rain making you short-circuit in the rain. You listened to the pattering of the raindrops against the roof. The sound reminded you of home.