Dreaming of Insanity

Chapter 15 The end

Baby's Pov.

His body fell limp. His eyes opened, only to show the terrified eyes of a broken man. I wiggled my body, trying to get myself out of Happy Frog's grasp."Sweetie no." She scolded holding me tighter. I began to struggle. Bryan's eyes locked with mine. Desperation filled my body. "Please Happy Frog! He's scared! I need to help him!" The frog held onto me with an iron grip, even backing up a bit. "Bryan is ok. He's just scared is all."

"B-baby?" We all froze. "Baby what are you doing here?" Bryan all but cried. His head lolled to the side. His eyes darting between every single animatronic. "Please! Why is she here? Is he gonna hurt her?" More tears fell down his cheeks, washing away a trail of blood. Lefty let go of the business owner's legs. His voice shook as if it were about to break. "Who Bryan?" He sounded like a scared child. "It's only us."

I looked up at Happy Frog. For the moment, her focus was on me. As fast as my metal body would let me, I tossed myself backwards. A scream escaped Happy Frog as my body crashed to the floor. "Baby no!" Bryan yelled. I bet if he could have, he would have jumped up to save me. But at the moment, I wasn't the one who needed saving. I shook my head, clearing away the sudden rush of dizziness. "Sweetie why did you do that? Are you ok?"

My legs shook a little as I stood up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see dad move towards me. "Baby! W-what did you do to her?!" I darted forward. Bryan was my only concern. Not Mom. Not Dad. Not even Molten. I grabbed the man's limp hand in my cold metal one. "B-baby?" Bryan whimpered. An almost white fog rolled over his eyes. His dark chocolate becoming a light brown.

I raised the hand that wasn't holding his, wiping away the tears. "I'm here Bryan. It's gonna be ok." Ever so carefully I squeezed his hand. Trying to be reassuring. "Your safe. Im safe. No one's gonna hurt you." I didn't know if he even heard me. He just stared. Not even blinking. "Baby? I-I cant feel anything." It hurt to see him like this. "I know. Molten gave you some medicine. Mom had to stitch you up. And it was gonna hurt if he didn't."

Mom repositioned Bryan's head between her thighs. I tried to not look as the metal needle disappeared into flesh. "H-hey! I never finished my story!" I fake laughed. The comment seemed to grab the man's attention. "No y-you didn't." I couldn't help the smile that crept on my faceplate. Even if for just a fraction, his panic seemed to lessen. I squeezed his hand a little bit harder. "Well we last left off with the death of Mr. Snuggles the third..."

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Springtraps Pov.

My gears whirled painfully. My circuits biting into my exoskeleton. Is this what it felt like to die again? When I first died, it was fast, painless. But now I could feel every single part of me failing. I looked into the dark cell were I was left. The light bulb had been smashed in the fight. I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to see through the inky depths. But even something as simple as my eyes moving felt like agony.

"So your still alive." A cold chill ran down my back. "Thought Molten would have killed you by now." Despite the pain, I searched for the disembodied voice. But I had a feeling I knew who it was. "You did a real number on Bryan. Almost left us a couple of times." Somehow I managed to make my eyes glow. The light flickering every few seconds. "It's really nice to see such a horrible man suffer like this. It's almost comforting."
A child stood in front of me. His eyes showing no mercy. "You know they won't miss you. Who would miss someone who made their life hell?" He stepped closer to me. A wave of fear shot through my body. "So was it worth it? Trying so hard, hurting so many people, only to be like you were before?" His hand touched my face. His skin like ice. "I'm no longer afraid of you. For your just a pathetic man whos alone. You will forever be alone."

Memories suddenly washed over me. My family. My youngest son. Elizabeth. Ballora. Micheal. Me going insane. Killing almost every kid that crossed my path. Killing the ones I love. Destroying any chance of a happy life. The ghost child turned away with a scowl on his face. His dead corpse. I knew this kid. "You will be the one in hell now. You have no redemption old man." A shaky laugh escaped my voice box. My suit began powering down. Yet despite being scared, all I could think of was the feel was the flame that raged in front of me. "Tell Gaberial I said hi."