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

𝓛𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓞𝓯 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽

(Parker's POV)

I woke to the feeling of a cold breeze. I took a guess I left the window open last night. Funny, I never noticed it open when I went to bed, but the cold feeling didn't stop there.

Apparently, my hands felt like they were in ice. When I was younger, this was normal for me. I would spend so much time outside during the winter, my hands would freeze, and I wouldn't notice. I didn't care that they felt cold. I just wanted to sleep a bit longer, the bed was so cozy and warm.....

Then reality hit me like a train.

My hands. They felt cold. They felt.....

As if there's nothing on them.

Panicking, I quickly sat up, pulling the covers of me. After I did this, I looked at my shaking hands.

The gloves were gone.

I wanted to scream. My corruption is practically out in the open for all the world to see! I was about to go on a wild goose chase finding the gloves, so I could get them back on my hands, safe and sound.

That's when I noticed Peter.

He must've woken before me. He was standing in the middle of the room, looking lost in thought. His eyes had dark rings under them, as if he didn't sleep well. He still wore his pajamas, so he never changed. I started to wonder how long he's been awake, just standing there.

I remembered what had happened last night, feeling a faint blush on my face. I planned to ask him about that, but my hands, my gloves..... that was first. I was about to open my mouth to speak, when I noticed his hands.

He was holding my gloves.

I felt myself go pale, and I started to shake. After a few minutes, I managed to find my voice. "P-Peter?"

Peter looks up at me, seeing he's more tired than he looks. He stared at me for a long time, until he finally spoke. "Why?"

"W-what?" I stuttered out, feeling afraid.

"Why did you lie to me?" He asked, louder than the first time. "Why would you hide this?" He held up the gloves, then pointed at my corrupted hand. "Why would ANYONE hide this? I don't get it, Parker. What happened to you? Why would you lie about something like that? Do you have any idea how dangerous that hand could be? What if, one day, it KILLS you in your sleep? Have you ever thought about this? Why is your arm feel like liquid? Why do you have that arm in the FIRST PLACE?! How the hell did you get that arm?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU, PARKER?!"

"STOP!" I shouted at him. I was covering my ears at this point, feeling tears stream from my eyes. I didn't want to hear his questions, but I heard them anyway. I couldn't bare to hear them. "Just...... stop."

Before I knew it, I broke down into sobs, feeling so horrible about myself. I should have told him the truth about my hand. I should have told him about the studio. I should have told about Joey. I should have told him about Susie.

I should have told him about Wally......

I couldn't take it anymore. Not again. Not now.

Why can't I make the pain go away?

Suddenly, arms wrapped around me, and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry," Peter whispered in my ear. "I shouldn't have yelled. I didn't mean to make you cry, but I'm so worried about you, Parker. I just want you happy." He pulled away enough to look at me, and kissed my forehead gently. "I want you to be safe."

I stopped crying. I didn't know what to say. I was just glad he was there.

I finally found my voice again, and said. "Thank you, but I'm the one who needs to apologize."

He looked at me, confused. "What for?" He asked.

"For not telling the truth," I responded. Then I told him everything. About Joey Drew's letter, Henry Stein, the studio, the corruption between ink and people, all of it. I left out Wally Franks, though. I didn't want him knowing about that.

At least not yet.

After I explained killing Joey, I sighed. "I didn't want to do it," I told him. "I never wanted to kill him, because part of me believed he was still good. I knew I was wrong. Ever since then, I've had this corruption."

Peter listened carefully, and never interrupted until the end. He asked, "How long have you had that arm?"

I looked down. "About 2 years,"

He sighed. "At least it isn't hurting you,"

I smiled. "Yeah, that's always good."

He returned the smile, then sat up. He wanted to sit down on the bed with me to listen better. "Come on. Let's get dressed. I'm buying us donuts and coffee for breakfast,"

I blinked in suprise. "Really? What's it for?"

He smiled at me again, moving closer. " 'Cause Why not?"

Before I could react, he leaned down and kissed me gently. After a few seconds, he pulled away, and chuckled. "Sorry, couldn't resist."

I could tell my face was on fire. Why did he do this to me?

He walked away into the bathroom with the cloths he wore yesterday to get changed. I managed to get changed into the same cloths I wore yesterday as well. I didn't want to find something else. Luckily, Peter left the gloves on the bed. I grabbed them, and placed them back on my hands, were they belong.

Peter walked out of the bathroom, looking more refreshed then earlier. "Ready?"

I grinned. "Yeah, I am."

I grabbed my keys, and out we went. When we reached outside, Peter took my hand into his. I felt myself blush, and looked at him. He just smiled, a blush on his cheeks as well, and squeezed my hand. I smiled, and squeezed back. We started walking to the nearest café, both of us feeling happy.

If you asked me a week ago what I thought about Peter, I would have told you he's a good friend. But now, he's so much more than that.

I'm glad to have him by my side.