"you need to stop being so nice to her! she's one of them, she'll just use you and then leave you like he did!!" A voice inside her head warned.
"shut up! you don't know that! she was there for me when she was a child she'll be here until it's fixed!"
"then what'll happen when it's over? the same thing, history repeats itself if you let it happen and people change for the better and the worst." She explained.
"I know she wouldn't leave me, Scrap, changed or not, Elizabeth would never leave someone no matter who or what they are." She reassured the voice
The voice, going by the name of Scrap, scoffed and Baby could sense the fact that she was considerably rolling her eyes.
"you don't know that! you can't see the future damn it! It could be sometime soon she'll take a knife and stab you in the back like a damn drug dealer or something! anything could happen at any time!" She started to yell, annoyance and anger showing in her voice.
"anything, meaning good things can happen too...Look Scrap, I understand you're just trying help and protect me, but you don't understand her like I do-"
"Oh I don't understand!? I'm taking what I know and combining it to a conclusion! I'm keeping you from being attacked repeatedly and developing some sort of interest for her and letting that get in the way to create false assumtions, thinking she loves you when really she's using you like that bastard William did!"
"no! YOU'RE making the assumtions! I'm doing what any normal human being would do and trusting someone I know who cares for me!"
"you see?! that's where you're being idiotic! you're a robot! not a damn human!! fucking hell CB you can't even process emotions because he's fucked your head over so much just like he did with you're body!"
"SCRAP I DO FEEL!! what if I AM human!? I can feel! I can react! I'm not an emotional shell like my brother who follows commands to do what their told and just reacts from the push of a button that controls me! I HAVE A HEART! A BRAIN! AND FUNCTIONING! LIVING! BREATHING! BODY! I AM HUMAN SCRAP! JUST BECAUSE I DON'T LOOK LIKE IT DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT A FUCKING HUMAN!!!"
"YOU DID FOLLOW COMMANDS ,CB!"
"BECAUSE I WAS SCARED FOR MY FUCKING LIFE, DAMN IT! IF ALL YOU CAME HERE TO DO IS YELL AT ME ABOUT MY CHOICES AND DECIDE WHAT'S BEST FOR ME LIKE THAT DAMN SICK ASS FOOL THAN YOUR WRONG! If your just gonna tell me what I am and what I should or shouldn't do than you can just leave!"
and with those words. Scrap left Baby's vision from what she could see.
Slamming her hand into the wall and breaking the floor boards off of her stage. Baby couldn't help but break down, wanting to scream and destroy everything. But their argument draining her of the energy needed, leaving her to only be able to bawl her torn heart out as she curled up on the stage and scratched at her arms. The scratches leaving marks, some permanent, some only white marks that soon faded once blood was drawn back into the area. She wanted to end it, she wanted to tear the Christmas-like stage lights off the backdrop and just wrap them around her neck. Wanting to tighten it slowly until her hands became shaky, red and numb. Until she could no longer see straight, where tears over flowed and poured out so often in her eyes that it blurred her vision. Until her airways tightened and began to lose flow to her lungs. Until she passed out with a near blue face, full of tears and snot, slowly flushed back to a faint pale pinkish orange color. Until she blacked out from exhaustion. Until she fell asleep knowing she could not do the deed, knowing that she would forever remember the night where she attempted to end her beating heart with simple lights around her neck.
But she did not rip the lights off and wrap them around her neck only to strangle herself and pass out without success. She only laid there wanting Elizabeth to come to her and hug her to ease her of the pain that reminded her too much of the nights her father would come and use her of his personal games. Baby soon got up and wandered to the bathroom. She starred at the car-wreck in the mirror. her own reflection. She growled under her breath. She shakily reached over and felt for her bag of old makeup, the same make up she used during shows and hadn't touched since then. She scavenged around in the leather bag, pulling out lipstick, blush, white face paint, many items she used on the daily, including the rare ones, the sparkle blush and such.
Baby, now fueled by rage, scribbled on her face like it was a canvas, and she used her canvas to paint something that resembled what looked like a toddler had drawn for the pizzeria's and had been hung up and plastered left and right on the walls. She began to fill her face in more violently, slightly crushing the lipstick, she mutilated her facial features with the makeup, making her already dragged out face even more hideous so she could yell at herself.
"You disgust me, you simple freak of nature, you whore!!" Baby slammed her face into the mirror repeatedly, not hard enough to smash the reflective glass, but enough to hurt herself and herself only. Slowly she began to calm down, the flame of rage inside her dying down and turning back into a soft flame of tears and sorrow. She cried as her face slammed into the mirror for the final time. She weeped a little while before pulling at her hair, turning around and sliding slowly down, her behind making its way to the floor, meeting it in a short amount of time. She sighed and sat in thought, she stood back up and cleaned her face of the stressful artwork she did.
She put everything away and got ready for the night. She stripped and looked down once she got in the shower. She starred out her lower regions, her creator felt it was needed to give her both parts though she is built more on the female side, she found it weird since he only ever used her female area. She sighed and cleaned herself.
After her shower Baby walked out and got dressed, it was cold when she exited the shower and into the gallery to cross it over to her room, She was used to it though even though the heat in the building was cranked up. Baby made her way to her room and put herself a clean nightgown on. Laying down in her bed, she covered herself in the warm blankets and closed her sunken in eyes that needed large amounts of sleep from all the energy she used up. With out second thought, her body agreed on her wanting to sleep and relaxed.
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You're My Sugar Bear~ (A FNaF Fanfic)
Fanfictionwhen abandoned in the deep, Baby awaits for someone to set her free, and she wants to have someone to hold her and to have the feeling of being kept safe. being used as a toy to William Afton and his friends, she can not seem to find the part of her...
