You're My Sugar Bear~ (A FNaF Fanfic)

Chapter 13 Alone Again

The pottery wheel spun, like a spider weaving it's web. Baby's hands ran over the wet clay as she shaped the odd creation into something delicate and beautiful. Her metallic eyelids made a gentle click as they closed to mimic a blink. Her hands rubbed the almost slimy but soothing material, pressing and pushing the outer and inner walls. Baby's eyes glazed at all the details she wanted, making sure each indent and bump was perfect in her eyes. 

The wet clay built up on her hands, mainly in the indents for her fingers to move properly. Her foot leveled on the pedal, to keep the wheel going. Her hands were stained with the mud like substance. Her silky and pale hands now a dull brown color.

She let up on the pedal, slowing down the wheel enough to put symmetrical dots with the help of the balloon blowing holes in her finger tips. She gave it a nice shape and details, the holes in her fingers has small divets within, leaving a seemingly gem like impression. As if a few gorgeous diamonds or rubies were placed in her creation. Despite her own flaws with her creation, the small things managed to give her a better choice with her current life.

Baby seemed to like this new hobby, it gave her control and made her feel free to make her own choices with out repercussion. She pulled her foot off the pedal, the wheel stopping. She smiled to the fresh pot. She stood up, her jester shoes making light jingles from the bells on the ends as she stepped around. The pedal hurt her foot if she was to use it bare. It's better to use both shoes than go with just one for this occasion. She grabbed a rag and whipped her hands of any clay. She smiled softly all the while.

Untying the knot behind herself, she pulled off the apron that protected her ruby red dress and folded it to set it aside. It's job was complete. Now, all she had to do was wait for the pot to dry and she could begin painting in the morning. Baby stretched and popped her back that had gotten stiff from leaning over to concentrate on her project. Baby went to the counter and set the used rag in the hamper nearby. She sat in a chair, spreading her legs to relax as she leaned over the back of the chair. She looked through her phone, admiring pictures of Elizabeth.

All the work on her little pottery seemed to had worn her out. She let out a yawn, silent but showing how drained she was. As her mouth stretched open, she finished it off with a sigh and a bit a limp body. She sat her phone down and laid her head on the table. It's not like anyone's going to tell her not to sleep at her kitchen table, why not take a nap. Baby seemed to feel too exhausted to get up and walk to her bedroom. Which, from the kitchen table and her seat, wasn't all but 2 feet away. She sighed and let her body slowly shut down into it's resting mode. For her this was sleep.

Her fan slowly started up to keep her from over heating in her sleep, her robotic brain made a low whirring sound that slowly died down as she fell unconscious slowly at her own will. Her pigtails begin to loosen as she let her head fall to the side naturally, pushing the band that held her hair together up and lightly pulling it out of it's neat and lightly curled state. She let out a soft sigh as she let her brain shut down for the time being.

Softly, she began snoring, her face-plates lightly rattling as she inhaled through her nose that made a soft jittering snore. Her mouth slowly fell open, letting drool seep through and down her chin, onto the table. One of her plates became loose, as her head was in a position that allowed them to flap open on her when she didn't have control of her face. She mumbled under her breath as her dreams leaked through past her lips just as her saliva did. Her brow twitched and furrowed in reaction to the dream. Her body began to react.

Baby gasped, her head shooting up just as her eyes did. Her hands gripped the table and she looked around, her loose plate flapping and swinging about in motion with her head. She looked down and groaned.

"What is with these lumps in my dress?!" She shouted to the emptiness of the kitchen.

"More importantly, why do they only show up when I dream..." She mumbled to herself.

Just a little longer and she'd be out of her, living her dream life with someone she cared... no... loved deeply. She smiled softly at the thought. To her thought, the lump grew. She looked down and glared at it.

"Go away!" She smacked it back down, only to cry out in pain.

"What the hell?!" She looked back at it, uncovering it with her hands as she had her hands over it from the pain.

"Is that... me?" She questioned. Gently, she poked it. She let out a shiver at the sensation. She sighed and pulled her dress down in embarrassment. Her face lightly flustered up as she looked away.

"Let's see what this is..." She went to her bedroom and got comfortable, making sure the door was closed. She unbuckled her belt and raised her dress. She raised her brow curiously as she studied the odd thing in front of her. Her extra part seemed to have sprung to life on it's own. She ran her finger up it and shivered again. She bit her lip awkwardly and held it. She'd never seen it do this before. What caused it to do this?

She wrapped her hand around it, she gasped softly and exhaled, trying to relax.

Her body was shaking and the corners of her mouth twitched in an anxious fret. Was this bad?

She ran her finger along the edge of it and panted scarcely. Why was her body acting like this and why did she crave more? She needed to get rid of this, so Elizabeth wouldn't question it.

Soon enough, her face was being covered by her hand. She felt how hot her face was. She hiccuped in air as her back reared up and she suddenly felt relief.

She looked down, opening her hand and seeing a lightly colored liquid. It was awfully sticky. She could have sworn she had seen this before. She felt her exhaustion take over again and she decided she would research it later. Time for sleep.

She rolled into the bed and curled up, covering herself and falling asleep.