My head felt fuzzy as my eyes fluttered open. I was no longer in the back of William's car. I looked around causing my blonde hair to fall infront of my face. I went to move my bangs behind my ear... but my ankles and wrists were held down by steel arcs.
"Hello my little song bird, good to see you're awake."
"Will? Why?"
He smirked and sat down next to me. He moved my hair for me and his grin grew. The corners of his lips kept tugging upward, and I hoped they would stop.
"Curiosity killed the cat," he said placing a finger on my lips.
He leaned down closer to my face and laid his head against mine. He moved slightly and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.
"Do not fret small one, Springtrap is going to throw you a party!"
I looked around and saw it. The suit he wore when he attempted my murder the first time. He slid into it as if a second nature, and began to do a small dance. The dance was the same the suit would make on its own but more organic. I turned my head the other way as my eyes filled with tears. He forced me to look at him.
"Don't you like the show?"
"Let me go!"
He growled and threw off the mask leaning down right infront of me. I began to cry as he got down next to my ear. His words were warm and sent tingles down my spine.
"I'm trying to make this calm for you. You don't want to die unhappy do you?"
I shake my head slowly and he kissed my cheek. He stood back up, placing on the head again. He grabbed a nearby purple balloon and inflated it. He tied it to the left arc and began to do the dance again.
After a while, he walked over and pulled out a knife from a backpack. I began to squirm and cry. He frowned and squeezed my neck, blocking air from my lungs.
"Oh Mae, don't do this again. Remember how difficult it was last time?"
My eyes widened and I screamed. He covered my mouth, but I still thrashed around. I bit as hard I could and tore some of the soft patting off the glove. He pulled his hand back and I yelled something I would never, never ever say by choice.
"Will! I love you!"
He paused and though his next words over. "You mean, love?"
"Yes Will! I'm in love with you! Please stop!"
He smiled to himself and then placed a soft kiss on my lips. He started at my eyes for a long while, then undid the metal arcs. He let me sit up, and then pulled me into a hug. He let his head rest gently on top of mine. He began to hum a tune as he intertwined his fingers in my hair.
I thought I had gotten through to him... but the knife he brought into my side said otherwise. My blood leaked out of the open wound and I wailed. He pulled my hair, jerking my head backward.
"Do you think I would be so easy to trick?"
I pulled at the fake fur and he held me closer. He held me as if trying to hug me. The blood began to pool. He lifted the knife and it tore through my latissimus dorsi.
My grip loosened and I began to fall limp. He chuckled and picked me up, and carrying me over toward a tall object. He took off the top part of it and then lifted me upward. My feet dangled for only a few seconds, then it became intertwined with thin wires. He lifted the head back on and I finally realized. I was inside the golden Freddy suit.
"Will! Get me out of-"
My sentence stopped short as the spring locks closed and I screamed with all I had left in me. My tears ran fast and so did my draining blood. He caressed the animatronic suit's cheek and then smiled.
"Curiously killed the cat."
He took off the suit he was wearing and then walked out of the room chuckling to himself. I felt my last tears fall and my heat stop. I was going to die here. Was I ready? Did I want to see my brother, my mother, my father?
Not Yet.
