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

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(Parker's POV)

"Parker, honey?" Danny knocked on my bedroom door for the hundredth time, trying to get me to say something. "Please talk to us. We want to hear your voice again, sweetie."

I've gone mute for about a month, maybe a month in a half, ever since I returned from the Studio. I didn't want to explain to my friends and family yet.

I mean, they would totally believe me if I said that my madly insane, mutated, inky cartoon-y boss raped me, causing me to lose what little humanity I had left.

I shuddered. Would it be called rape? I did try to fight back at first, but I gave up before he stopped kissing my neck, and did something else.

I laid perfectly still in my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to trick Danny into think I was already asleep. He bought it, I heard his footsteps walk away.

I rolled over, my back facing the door. I was tired, but I forced myself to stay awake. After what happened, I didn't dare go to sleep, for the fear of my nightmares getting worse than ever.

I hardly remember what Joey did to me. I blacked out after I muttered "I'm sorry" to Peter, knowing he'd lose his shit if he found out. I don't even remember walking out of the studio, starting my car, and driving away. The only thing I remembered afterwords was pulling up in the driveway, and that my body feeling sore as hell.

And if I'm being honest, I don't want to remember. I don't want to know what he did, because I'd fall apart in minutes. The nightmares would be unbearable to handle.

It doesn't matter, though. Joey Drew finally cracked me. He's turning me insane, just like he did to everyone else in the Studio.

I lifted my hand to my face, rubbing my eyes, and pulling back to reveal wet, black fingers. Oh, I'm crying ink again.... I smiled a little. I began to giggle, the tears streaming faster. Before I knew it, I was laughing maniacally, the tears refusing to stop. Half-way through a laugh, I broke into shattered sobbing, unable to control the screams of pain, hatred, and grief.

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"Parker, come on!" Monika pushed my plate of food back towards me. "There's no way your full! You barely even touched your food!"

We were at the mall's food court, waiting for Peter to get back with the groceries Danny and Wade needed. Peter has been such a big help to us, and I honestly have no idea what I'd do without him.

Normally, when Peter goes shopping, I get to stay home, but because Danny and Wade have been so worried about me, they forced me to leave the safe space of my room, hence why I'm sitting at a round, umbrella table, with Monika and Mike.

"I'm not hungry," I mumbled quietly, ignoring the pain in my stomach from hunger. I didn't feel like eating anything right now, especially considering how weird my food cravings got.

And by weird, I mean weird. Last night, I wanted a pickle covered in peanut butter, along with a bowl of ice cream. Today, I ordered those spicy Chinese noodles, but only had one bite. I'm not a huge fan of spicy food, but I was craving it like crazy.

"Bullshit," Mike said, his voice as hard as ever. He's been really pissed off lately, and I have two guesses why.

First guess is about the Freddy's News Report. He kept demanding me to tell him the truth, but thanks to Peter, Vincent, and Monika, he can't ask me shit about it.

Second guess is because of my disappearance. I have hardly spoken since, and Mike has had this look in his eyes that holds question after question. I ignored it each time he looked at me like that.