✔6 Forgotten, 1 Chance [A F.N.A.F/Bendy Crossover Story; COMPLETED]

𝓝𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓵

(Parker's POV)

I woke up almost immediately.

I jolted upwards, feeling beads of sweat run down my face, along with fresh tears. "God damnit...." I felt my voice crack as I said those words. I hunched over, covered my face with my hands, and began to sob.

I don't know how long I sat there, just sobbing to myself, but it was long enough for my eyes to start burning. I forced myself to stop crying, but that didn't mean anything anymore.

I removed my hands from my face and glanced at my alarm clock from my bedside table.

3:02 a.m.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. I decided to get up, and began heading to the bathroom.

I lived in a apartment building on the second floor, so my room wasn't that big, but not that small, either. The bathroom was only a few steps away from my bed, but I liked it for many reasons. Waking up in the middle of the night, and start sobbing my ass off, that was normal for me, and has been for 17 years.

Ę̷̨͖̠͚̩͚͛̈̒̈́͋̿̾͠͝v̶̝̭͘ȩ̸̡̲̩͔̫̑̀́̋̈́̿̓̌r̸͍̺̞͇̫̊̄̌̿̈͆͌ ̶̢̛̭̣̂̌͗̄̇́͘ș̵̲̣͕̭̿î̴̛͙̙̦͉͕͋́n̷̜̪͖̆̽͝͠c̶̙͓͐̈́͘ȅ̸̺̹͎̺͇̀͌̀͒̋̏́̈̑ ̶̙͎̹̹̀͑̈́̅̈́̋t̷̛̪̊͒͆̄ḩ̷̨̭̹̼͙̺̎̀̂̑͗ą̷̬̍̎͋̋̌̓͜ẗ̶̪̯̤̟́́̋͛̆̄̈́͝ ̴̝͇̻͉̎̀̒̒̇̂̒̏d̴͓͇̪̣̱͆̔͝ȁ̵̢̻̦̬̪̠̻̆̈́͂͐͐͗̈́y̵̛͖͖͗̓̑̀͗̓͝.̵̡̡̰̪͎̹̱̄̂͌͂́͜.̶̫̗̩̭̔͆͒͌͜.̷̢͎̹̅̀̽̾̂͛̕͘.̶͓͈͍͉̝͍̀̄̒̓̈́̆̓̊̈́̕.̸̧͈̺͍͍͉̐̓̈́̽.̷͓͍̙͔̣̫̩̮̥̳̀̿́̌̓͛̚͝͝

Whenever I'd wake up like this, which happened every night, I'd go to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. It helped ignore the pounding in my head from the dream I had. Once I've finished, I'd crawl back into bed, and drift off to sleep.

Which is what I'm planning on doing now.

I walked into the bathroom, glad to distract the thoughts in my head. I stepped to the bathroom sink, and looked over it, my eyes meeting my reflection in the small mirror.

I had long, copper hair, that fell a little past my shoulders, and wasn't that messy when I woke up earlier. My eyes were an emerald green, which I've always liked. My skin is light, but can turn pale white very fast. When I was younger, I always thought my face resembled troll, but I know now that it's actually quite pretty. My little nose, my freckles, my thin lips, it represents its own unique beauty. I've never bragged about how I've look, and I don't think I ever will, but it still surprises me on how I look now.

T̶̞͎͐̔̽͝ḧ̴͚́̀̊͊̿͠i̸̼̓͜n̶̹̟̜̻͖̪̞̯͒͒́͠͠͝k̵͓̗̞͉̾̔́̃̽̍͋͝ ̴̩͑͒́̽͂̂̈́̉̀̚Ĭ̸͓̥͙̺̗̦̗̟̼͂͝'̴̡͕̣̦͔̖̤̣́̃́̽̊̉̐͝l̴̡̨͚̬̫̐̏̋͂̾̎͋́̐͗ͅľ̶̨͈̺̜̳̱̫̬̦̓͆̒͆̔͠ ̸̛̳̅͗̿̕r̵̥̼̔̓͗͆͝ͅͅę̴̧̟̗͂ċ̵̗̿̂͗͆͝͠͠ó̷̧̟̱̤̤̿̔͂̃͌͝͝g̶̨̧̜͔̫̼͖̞̻̏̈́̊̇̽̓͝͠͝n̸̺̓̊̿͋̑͋̓̔̊͠i̷̡̥͙͈̱̘͚̤͍͍̅̃̈̈͝͝z̵̛̗͙̱̮̺͓̱̈́̅́̚e̶̳̞͕̲̱͋ ̷̮͕̣̠̥͍̙̼͛̍͆̏́y̷̲̭̬͈͋͘ô̷͕̖̭̰̠͇̜̻͖͆͗͛ṵ̴̹̕̕̚ ̷̙͈̺͛̉̈́̽̀͐͒̓̈́w̵̛̹̤͎̽ḧ̶̤̪̳̠̥̝̩̫́̈̀̑̉e̴̖̣̔̿̀̾̓ǹ̴̨̠͉͖͚͇̟̩̀͝ ̴̫̖̚I̸̬̓'̸̻̬̈́̇͘l̸̢̘̺̰̂͂̔̇̅̇ḽ̴̡͚̣̥̅͒͆ ̵̢̫̦̺͓̤̲͙͒̓̇̃̚ͅf̸̟͔̗̤͔̖̊̍̈̀́͗́̆̂̀ḯ̴͖̟̮͈̠̺̖̻̙ͅn̴̛͔̟̣͍͓̯̔́d̷͓͚̙̖̗͇͖͖͙̊́͋́͒ ̷̺͖̝̤̿̾̈́͂̃̕y̵̥̌͌ò̴̺̱̈́͒̍́̍̉̉̕u̵̢̡̬͔͇̣͚̜̥͌͐̑̐̀͛̌̚̚,̷̡͙̒̇̀͆͂ ̴͕̞̌͌͛͋̈́͆̈́̚͠l̸̨̝̬̼̲̩͈͂͊̀̇ỉ̶̫̝͈̬̼ẗ̵̨̲̭͍̥̟̮̲́͐͋͌ͅt̷͇̋̓̀̄̋̾̓͗̑̈ḽ̵̞̯͒̋̋͑̓̏e̵͓͛͊͝ ̷̡͈͐͂͗͜͝ǫ̷̧̫̰͉͖̹͓̽̂͐́̅n̸̛͈̠̽͋͂̉̚͜͠è̴̞̓̌̒̅͌̽͌?̴̭͕̙͆͐̂

I shook the thought away, or, more likely, his voice away. I looked away from the mirror, and turned on the faucet. I began to splash cold water in my face. I learned that this method helps calm me down, and my racing mind. Once I've finished, I took a towel from the towel rack, and began to dry my face. Once it's dry enough, I stopped drying my face, placed the towel back on the rack, and looked back at the mirror again.

I went pale at what I saw.

It was a shadow, or a dark figure of some sort, standing behind me. It's body shaped out to look like one of those Fazbear animatronics, a rabbit. I wanted to believe it was the Bonnie character, but deep down, I knew I was wrong. There was eye sockets in the shadow, as if someone cut the shapes out with a knife. Unlike the black shadow itself, the eyes glowed purple, along with a sharp, wide, wicked, white grin. The purple eyes looked at mine, and seemed to glow brighter.

"̷̤͎̲̄̀̃I̵̢͕̬̳͕͔̘̝͗̍t̷̛̤͇͈͇̳͐̎̿͗̀̽͑͠'̷̝̱̭̜̭̦͖̤̀͌̒̊̂̈́͋͘s̷͍̳̜̓̆̍͛̏͆͂ ̵͉̞̺̤̗̳̜̿̈́̑̍̚͝m̶̡̐ë̴̺̫̺͍̩͖́͒͛́͘.̵̨̱̗͎̖̉͆͗͑̾.̶̰̣̭̗͎̗̍͛ͅ.̸̙̪̪̃͐̃͝ͅ.̵̨͖̻̬̝̻̱̈́̇͜.̴͙̂̔̍̎̄͆̒̐̐̄.̵̖̳̻̲͔̽́̎͂̎̆̐͠.̴̨̛̳̥̩͚̹̰͕͊̇͊͌̈̏̓͊̓"̵̡̠̤̲͔̀̊͂

I wiped my head around, only to find nothing there. I looked back at the mirror, but there wasn't anything there, either. I was breathing heavily, and tears had started again. I quickly wiped them away, and left the bathroom.

I climbed back into bed, and under the covers, where I felt safe. I grabbed my bear, and held her close. The bear was a yellowish-gold color, and had a purple top hat, bow tie, and the eyes black with white pupils. The character itself is named Fredbear, but I renamed him, and changed him into a her. I chose to rename her to keep my best friends memory alive, even though she died 17 years ago. She was only 8, a year older than me at the time She had raven black hair, dark eyes, and a smile that made anyone's day. How she died was connected to this bear, and is why I named that stuffed bear in her name.

C̶̹̬͙̍͐̉̈́̆̆̏͝ạ̷͔̻̭̹̟͍̰̹̏͗̃̊̆͐̂͑̚̚ͅs̸̜͉̣͚͎͐s̸̢̠̻̟͉̗̟̮͑͛̉́͂͊̅͋̚͝ͅȋ̴̥̽̿͛͌͘̕͝ď̶̢̡̢̜͛͂y̸͕͕̕.̷̨̤̘̮̮̜̣̲̬̪̈

I felt my eyes flutter close, knowing I was going to have that same hellish nightmare again, knowing I was going to wake up again, crying for what felt like the millionth time, knowing how normal this has became for me.

Normal....

That word has lost its meaning years ago.