Helpy's Survival Stories

12: The Stitchwraith

(Like all the art in this, THEY DON'T BELONG TO ME!)

With Helpy no longer having any friends or family other than Michael Afton, he could only live at his place in secret so he wouldn't discover the risk of becoming dismantled or found and taken away. Plus, he wasn't one to want to scare others, which was almost impossible...Or at least it used to be.

He rarely came out of the guest room, and whenever he did, his cheerful smile would just be gone, as if it burned along with his brother and creator. Everything that once defined him felt like it was burnt away into a flaming crisp, like the rest of Mike's family, which he was glad that Scraptrap's influence on them would finally end and they could rest in peace, but he didn't want someone else to lose their family all over again because of his father...But like he had feared, it happened anyway to the little one.

Of course, both of them still worked for Fazbear Entertainment and it was working on other things while re building the pizzeria, which made Mike wonder how the heck it was still a company after being sued so many times in the past. But since he was an owner as well, he'd get notified of future projects, but he would only really check them if he was bored. He only bought the joint to get it shut down, but was thrown into Henry's plan to set them free.

Mike once again found himself near the guest room, badly wanting the little bear cub to hop out with his happy little face again, but it had already been 20 minutes. He sighed and eventually walked away, knowing that Helpy probably wasn't going to be coming out until it was noon.

Meanwhile, Helpy was in the guest room, curled up in a blanket and just staring out the window. He had tried to force himself into shut down, but it didn't work. As if one half just wanted to sleep, while the other was forcing him to stay awake. Either way, he just wasn't happy. He wanted his big brother back. Was that too much to ask? Was that out of fate's power? Was that impossible to accomplish? It didn't seem that way.

The bear cub sighed and crawled back into his bed, laying his plastic head down on the fluffy pillow. He didn't need to lie down to shut down, but it was more comfy than standing up and it prevented his endoskeleton's joints from locking up. "Lefty..." He mumbled, feeling like crying again, but he couldn't force himself to cry any more oil, his optics were already messed up enough.

But as he lay there, he began to remember fond memories of his 'childhood' with his big brother. He remembered the makeshift car they made which they crashed in the pizzeria, he remembered their games of hide and go seek, tag, etc. He just remembered everything that would make him smile normally, but not today. All those memories only brought him sorrow.

Then, he remembered a memory similar to the days of the salvaging back in the pizzeria with Mike. It was a couple days before Lefty and Helpy were being moved to the pizzeria and were still at Henry's workshop getting upgrades and repairs daily. Helpy had just gotten his done and had sneaked outside, walking around on the fresh green grass that was given light by the setting sun. Thankfully, one of the upgrades included night vision, so it's what he used to enjoy his time and not bump into anything.

That day he had his classic cheerful giggle and his contagious smile. However, as he was walking around, he began to hear the clanking of metal and the sound of something rummaging around and it looked like it was coming from the side of the house. Unable to contain his curiosity, the little bear cub walked over quietly.

He assumed that it must've been those 'raccoons' that Henry spoke off. Those animals were like human bad guys, but they only stole trash and bit you instead of doing evil grown up stuff with a pointy thingy.

But it wasn't. It was 7 feet tall and wearing a cloak around its body. They seemed to be snarling as they rummaged around the trash for whatever reason. The cloak itself was rather ragged and stitched up, and it didn't bother to cover up the creature's snake like fingers. Helpy could've sworn he heard the creature make a slithering sound as well.

"Umm...E-Excuse me?" Helpy asked aloud, already scared by this cloak wearing and slithering creature.

The creature raised its head and then turned to the little bear, showing its white face, or rather a white mask with features drawn in a thick and black color. It had glowing eyes, one that seemed to lower while the other was glowing as bright as a light and staring directly at Helpy. Finally, it had fangs that were covered in rust and sharpness, and it seemed to have a mysterious red liquid dripping from its jaw.

Helpy took multiple steps back, terrified of what this creature that was now clearly not human was gonna plan on doing to him.

The cloaked creature smiled widely as it examined Helpy, seeming overjoyed by what he was made of. As if the little bear cub was fresh meat to a vicious predator, whose jaws wanted to seek into their prey. And if this creature could drool, it most certainly would be. So with a loud hiss, the cloaked creature swung its arm at Helpy.

The little bear cub screamed and dodged the swinging arm, but fell onto his back and was then grabbed by his leg by its tentacle like arm, whose grip was iron clad. Helpy was lifted into the air and hanging by his leg, only seeing the creature's smiling face from an upside down point of view.

Helpy screamed even louder as the cloaked creature reached an arm out to Helpy's face, but was suddenly punched in the mask by a black and robotic fist, forcing the cloaked creature to drop Helpy.

"LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE!!!" Lefty yelled, looking like he wanted to strangle the creature and make him lie down and die in the trash he was searching through.

Scared of what would happen to its fragile body, the cloaked creature quickly got to its feet and slashed Lefty in the face, not creating a scar, but more of a distraction for it to run away, which it did.

Helpy whimpered and rushed over to Lefty, hugging his leg tightly.

Lefty growled a little bit, but his expression softened when he saw his little buddy safe and sound. He picked up the little bear cub with a smile. "Hey, little buddy. It's gone now. They're not gonna hurt you."

Helpy whimpered. "T...They scared me."

"I know they did, but you gotta know that there are going to be many scary things in the world. Even if you may think that there's nothing you can do, you can at least be brave. Cause that's at least something you can do about things like that."

"B-But...You're always gonna be here to h-help me? Right?" Helpy asked softly, looking at his big brother with huge eyes.

Lefty smiled, but did not nod. "I may not. One day, I won't be here to be brave for you. In order for both of us to be safe, you can't hide inside somewhere all day and be scared. Just don't let the fear that you're letting control you control you."