Chapter 7

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Brien's Pov.

It felt like I was in a dream. One that if I woke up, my world would be totally different. Everything had suddenly stopped. As if it were going in slow motion. The bear's eyes were as black as night. It was as if I were looking into the void. Or maybe the portal. I don't know if the simile was comforting or terrifying. Either way, it didn't change my current situation. I tried not to look at the monster that held my head in the mouth of his dead son.

"A-Afton! Please don't do this!" I screamed trying not to cry in front of the most hated man in the world. Or at least mine. I could feel the teeth of Golden Freddy press painfully against my forehead. "Please! I'm begging you!" The pressure seemed to increase significantly. My breathing seemed to pick up. "Aw is the bad business owner scared?" Afton laughed. He shoved my head farther in the beasts mouth.

"I guess I should thank you really." He scoffed, he realized my hair, kicking my shins in before walking around to the other side of his son. "You got me my family back." He placed a hand on my back. I flinched so hard that the spring Freddy moved with me. "That's why I need to get rid of you. You got too close to them." He slammed the top of the suit. The tears were now flowing freely. The pain was becoming too much.

"Ya see, I was originally gonna kill you because of how you treat them. Ya treated them like objects. Property. But then, you changed. You actually saw them for more than even I could. And I freaking hate that." He returned to his original spot. "But the good news for you, is this most likely won't kill you. I hope it will, but from certain research, well i think you get the picture." He opened Golden's mouth, releasing any pressure that was on my head.

Afton once again kept a grip on me. This time, applying all his strength onto my neck. Images began to run thru my eyes. The pizzeria. The animatronics. What would happen to them once i was gone? Were they going to be scrapped? Made into soda cans like Lefty oh so feared. And what about Baby, Ballora and Molten? What would happen to them? At that moment something in me changed. No. I wouldn't let anything happen to them. Never.

Everything happened so slowly. Afton's laughs becoming slower and deeper as the seconds passed. It seemed as if in this moment, adrenaline was the enemy. The suspense is killing me. But I was ready. Ready to take whatever this trash rabbit was gonna throw. No. He wouldn't hurt them. He wouldn't lay a hand on them! Finally, I heard the gears wrestling. I squeezed my eyes shut tight. I can still hear the crunch to this day.

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SpringBonnie's Pov,

No..this couldn't be happening! Not again! Brian's body fell to the floor lifeless. His head nothing more than a bloody mess. I dared not look at the robot that held my youngest son. Afton was quite. Just staring at the limp body of the business owner. Then he began to laugh. It grew in entensity the longer he watched the poor man. If I could vomit, I'm pretty sure i would have. But all I could do was watch the monster study his handy work.

"Well, that went better than expected." He whispered, eyes wide. He suddenly jerked towards me. His smiled becoming a terrifying grin. I don't know why, but he suddenly began to wave at me. "This brings back memories huh clone?" He stepped closer, picking up my limp form. Brien's blood smearing onto my face. "You know, it feels a lot less painful this time. Maybe because this time, its someone who deserves it."

I wanted to protest. To say something in defense of Brien! But I couldn't. Springtrap let me fall once again. He grabbed our son by the ear, dragging him towards the door. "Hope you know about sewing. Cause the kids gonna need it." He threw another medical kit at me before leaving. And once again, I could move. Grabbing the kit, I raced over to my fallin friend. He was gonna be ok. Despite the circumstances, he wasn't gonna die. I wouldn't let him.

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