Dreaming of Insanity

Chapter 9

SpringBonnie's Pov.

I couldn't do this..not again. My hands trembled as I threaded the needle. Thankfully, Bryan's frontal lobe was torn off. I guess that was the one thing good about this. The blood kept on coming. As quickly and as carefully as I could I tried to sew up the fatal wound. From what I was able to examine, the frontal lobe was highly damaged. Yet still there. Still somewhat intact. That only calmed my nerves a notch.

The needle disappeared in the now bloody forehead before reappearing again. If i was a human, I probably would be puking my guts out at the near side of the broken and beaten business owner. Even before...Let's just say this whole experience has reminded me how not human I was. My furry hands were slowly becoming a sicking red color. I was surprised that Bryan had yet to show any signs of consciousness.

Afton had given me just enough medical supplies. Just enough to get Bryan into a stable condition. Even if it was still quite possible he could die from blood loss. After snipping the thread, and wrapping the stitches in a thick coating of bandages, I picked up the broken man and placed him on the medical table. Even as he was unconscious, I could see the pain he was in. I guess after what he went through, there was no way he wouldn't be.

I moved to the corner of the cell, plopping myself down. A million thoughts running through my robotic mind. Why? Why would Afton do this? I mean I knew he was a monster...but to use his own son as a weapon...Chris didn't deserve this! I could feel myself shake as the anger towards the murderous man intensified. And to think! People actually thought he wanted his family back!

The cell was dead silent. The only sounds coming from the LED lights above, and the breathing of Bryan. It sickens me. I knew Afton didn't like Byan. But to go this far! There was no satisfying the monsters sick fantasies. What was he going to do next?! Use Elizabeth to scoop him out? Have Michael come just so he could have a sliver of hope of escape? I closed my eyes. I didn't even want to know what my wife would be used for.

To think. I made a deal with Springtrap. If only I knew back then. Then maybe I'd have been able to stop this. I brought my legs up to my chest, resting my head on my knees. I kept my quiet. I couldn't risk the chance of Afton coming back. I had to protect Bryan. At all costs. I don't know how, but id do it.

And then it hit me. The others. They were probably looking for Bryan. They were most likely trying to save him. I clenched my eyes closed, my face screwing up in concentration. I could feel my motherboard strain against the force I was putting towards it. If I could just...I could hear the metal footsteps coming down the hall. They stopped in front of the cell. I held my breath. The footsteps then left. And for the first time in awhile, I smiled. It was done. They were coming.

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Molten's Pov.

"No way.." I whispered. My gaze was fixed onto the dimly lit screen in front of me. This had to be a dream. "Helpy..." I whispered gently shaking the small bear who had fallen asleep on the front desk. "Helpy wake up!" The A.I. shot up, her eyes wide and unfocused. "Wha?! Where am I?" Before she could do anything, I shoved the laptop onto her lap. She eyed the screen. Confusion clear on her metal features. "What am I looking...."

Suddenly her mouth dropped. I had to save the fragile piece of technology as she jumped up and ran towards the main area. "Guys! Wake up! He found him! Molten found Bryan!" I heard a distant crash. Clutching the laptop tightly, I made my own way to the main room. "C'mon! Wake up! Molten found him! GET UP YOU BAG OF BOLTS!" Everyone slowly turned on. Rockstar Foxy being the first. The second Nedd Bear. Each demanding to see the laptop.

It felt nice. I handed over the laptop, trying to suppress the smile. Lefty came out of the portal room looking both relieved and worried. Id have to question him on why he was there in the first place. But for now, we find our lost business owner. Foxy looked up at me, the light of the laptop illuminating his features. His eyes showed excitement, worry, and worst of all pain. He straightened his posture. "So um...now that we know where he is," The rest of the animatronics looked at the fox anxiously. "What's the plan?"