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

𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭

(Peter's POV)

I woke to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. I was in a bed, but I was in a sitting position when I woke. I blinked in confusion. At first, I didn't understand why my neck was in pain, or why I even slept on it like that. I felt something grip my sides, like someone arms were around me. I looked down to see a familiar face, sleeping peacefully.

Oh. Right.

Parker laid there, holding on to my waist tightly. Her copper hair was a mess, but I thought it looked cute. Her face looked so calm, so beautiful, as if she slept like this all night.

As if she didn't remember what happened.

Like I could forget what happened. I remember hearing crying, so I woke up to investigate. I looked at Parker's bed to see her crying in her sleep, tossing and turning, and talking, "No..... No no, please no.... No! NO!! STOP!!! PLEASE!!! LET ME GO!!!" As soon as she started screaming, I ran towards her, grasping her shoulders, beginning to shake her awake. When she woke, she thought someone, or something else, was holding her. She continued to scream and thrash, tears streaming from her emerald eyes. I got her to snap out of it, to realize she was home and safe. Parker calmed down when she noticed it was me, but started crying even more. I comforted her, telling her everything was okay. I took a risk, and admitted my feelings towards her. Hell, I even kissed her! I thought I made a stupid ass choice by saying that, but she felt the same way. She magneged to fall back asleep, me along with her, but I couldn't shake away so many questions that filled my head: What kind of a nightmare would scare her so badly? How long has she been dealing with this?

But the most important question: What the hell happened to her?

I forced myself out of bed, not wanting to leave Parker's arms, but I needed to get changed. Even though I didn't bring any clothing, Parker kept extra cloths here for me, just in case. I decided to wear an old, black T-shirt, with baggy jeans. When I was done getting changed, I walked back to Parker's bed, but didn't get back in. I just stood there, watching her sleep peacefully.

Then I noticed her gloves. I remember her saying she wore them because she didn't like germs. I knew she was lying, because I've seen her jump into who knows how many mud puddles after a rain storm. That, and she wears them in her sleep.

Curiosity got the best of me, so I walked towards her sleeping body, took both of her hands, and removed one of the gloves on her right hand.

Her hand was warm, and the skin was pale-ish, but it only pushed the question further. I decided to remove the left glove just to make sure.

And what I saw made my blood run cold.

Her left hand.... was black. Pure black, all the way to her elbow. Unlike the right hand, her left one was freezing cold, like it was dead. I wanted to let go of it until I noticed something about it. The hand..... looked almost like liquid trying to take the form of it. It even felt wet.

I let go of her hand and backed away from her, a bad feeling in my stomach. Some the blackness liquid got on my hand. I lifted it to my face, and smelt it. It smelt like..... ink. This only terrified me further, and brought back up the question that burned in my skull.

"What the hell happened to you, Parker?"