Don't Mess With Slappy's Bride (Slappy x bullied! reader)

Chapter 8 (Regrets)

 ~Y/n's POV~

   I awoke feeling refreshed, but in pain. My shoulder felt like it was burning, and my face stung. But I was comforted by the feeling of Slappy in my arms, I yawned tiredly by the events that happened last night. 

He seemed to sleep soundly despite the position he was in, I wove out from the tangling sheets and stretched my sore muscles. I yipped in pain when I stretched my bullet wound, which somehow awoke Slappy from his beauty sleep.

"Y/n?" Slappy called tiredly, his slick eyes blinking away his drowsiness.

"It's just my bullet wound," I answered calmly, exiting the room, and deep in thought. Guilt swelled in my chest to the point I could almost cry, why did I kill him?

He had a wife. A son. Cousins. A mom and dad. 

The more I realize that me and Sam were the same, the guilt rose higher. We both killed, and we both had families we loved dearly.

I crossed my arms, suppressing the tears that threatened to fall, and blankly stared at the floor. But...he was the one who did it first. He killed, and for god sake he raped me! So why do I feel this?

This damn guilt that I don't need? Why?

Were we both at fault?

Slappy trotted over to me, playfully slicked his hair back and announced, "The fun isn't over!"

I looked over at him with confusion written all over my face, "What fun?"

"Halloween, dummy!" Slappy exclaimed, probably to try to cheer me up. "We still have a town to terrorize!"

I wet my lips and glanced at the front window, seeing monsters and unique creatures roam the streets. 

"Let me shower first, I don't want to smell like blood anymore," I stated monotonously and walked past him with a negative vibe. Which he clearly felt.

I grabbed clean clothes from the drawer, which perfectly fit my style despite it being another person's house. I tucked the wad of clothes under my arm, entered the bathroom, locking it, and started a shower.

I stared at myself, peeling every inch of my bandages off. Starting from my face, down to my legs. Scratches littered my face when I was kicked in the face with cleats, but they were healing nicely. My eyes traced down to my breasts, small bruises adorned the top of them, but at-least they weren't on my nipples. That would be worse.

My shoulder held a small hole from the front, crusted over with a new film of skin, I turned my back and looked at the larger hole who still needed more healing. A large blackened, yet green, bruise was on the middle of my stomach, hurting tremendously if one touches it or if I breathe  in too deeply.

My legs turned out to be cleaner than the rest of my body, they only endured a couple scratches and bruises but nothing like my face and stomach went through.

I sighed, peeling off either mine or Sam's blood from my chin and entered the shower. 

"Ah! Fuck!" I shrieked in pain, instantly hopping out of the shower because of it. 

"Y/n?! Are you okay?" Slappy shouted from the door.

"I'm fine," I answered.

"Alright..." Slappy then added, "when you get out we need to talk."

"Okay," I said, turning off the shower head to transition it into a bath. 

I heard Slappy walk away in concern, I sighed softly and sat on the toilet seat. Naked and hurt.

I placed my head in my hands, perching my elbows on my knees. I can't hold it anymore, why does it have to be me? What did I do to hurt this much?

Why did they...?

      I didn't have the ability to finish that sentence before sobbing relentlessly, questions and memories of my family swirled in my head while I cried. I miss my mom. I miss my brother. I miss my dad. Why did they have to die? Why did Sammy have to kill them?

Was it my fault? If I weren't alive, would my family still be there?

I perked up when I felt a presence in the bathroom with me...but I locked the door. I looked up, freezing in place in utter fear.

Sammy stood there, naked, and almost seemed to be a puddle of blood if he wasn't erect. I shook like a leaf in the chilling wind, I clenched my teeth when I saw him draw closer to me.

"What have you done, Y/n?" he gurgled, leaving a bile of blood near my feet.

"I didn't do anything," I cried, "leave me alone. You're supposed to be dead! You're supposed to be gone!"

A snarky look adorned his eyes, his lips peeled back, showing a disgusting smile of broken and missing teeth.

"I may be gone, sweetheart. But that doesn't mean I am truly gone." he cocked his head to the side and cackled, "You can never get rid of me, Y/n. I am always here."

I hid my face like a coward, tears stinging my cheeks, I blinked them away and looked up. He vanished, the puddle he left, and the bile that almost touched my foot. It all was gone.

Am I going crazy?

"Y/n?! Are you okay?!" Slappy screamed from the door, banging it with his tiny fist. He would teleport in there, but he didn't want to do that unless he needed to.

That's when you noticed that the bathtub was over flowing, it ran like a river down the rim and drenched the front door.

"I just...wasn't paying attention," I lied.

"Y/n, enough with that! Turn the bathtub off and get in here! We need to talk."

The anger in his voice was evident when he left, stomping away. What ticked him off so bad?

I didn't really know, but I wobbly stood up and turned the bathtub off. Wrapped myself up with  new bandages, cleaned the blood off me, sprayed some perfume, brushed my tangled hair, and dressed myself.

I sighed slightly to myself, reaching the door, slipping slightly by the water. 

Wait...Why didn't I think of this before? I'm the only one alive in my family....that means.

I looked over at the bath full of water which was still draining, I redirected myself to it and plugged it back up.  Despite having clothes on, I stepped in the water, and lied in it softly. I exhaled as hard as I could, leaving no air in my lungs, and slammed my head under the water.

I held myself under using my hands, closing my eyes I dreamt hugging my mother again, laughing at my brother's joke, and pranking my father. We can still do that. 

I just need to stop fighting. Just relax, and stay under just a little bit more.

"Y/N!"