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|Chapter 7 ~ Progress..?|

"(Y/n), what were you thinking!?" Daniel shouts at me, and I roll my eyes, crossing my arms.

Daniel and I are arguing outside of the medical bay. Daniel looming over me in frustration, and me just standing there. Looking down at my shoes innocently.

"I had to, Brad was going to kill him.." I mumble.

"That doesn't mean that you had to tase him! I mean, yeah I hate him too, and I know you do. But still! Was it necessary!? Why are you even defending that sick bastard!? He killed so many innocent people!" Daniel asks an eyebrow raised as he looms over me.

"I-..." I look down, "I don't know okay..." I mumble.

"You don't know?" He asks, stepping back and crossing his arms to give me a skeptical glare.

"Y-yeah...I don't know..it's complicated.."

"Complicated? Explain then."

"It's hard to explain..." I mumble, turning away from him.

"Ugh! (Y/n) come on!" He groans, "at least try and explain. (Y/n)..I'm worried about you. You're my best friend, we've known each other since we were kids. At least give me something! Say something that will make me not worry about you so much!" He gently grabs my shoulders and turns me around.

I look up at him, his green eyes looking down into mine with worry. I wish I could explain. I really do. I just don't know how. Ever since I was a child I have always wanted to help people, that's why I became a Psychiatrist in the first place. I want to help William Afton change. Even if he can't, I can at least try, right?

Maybe that's what draws me to him? Or is it something else? What is going on?

"Like I said...I don't know how to explain.." I whisper, looking down at my shoes. Why is this so difficult?

"(Y/n)...at least tell me-"

The door of the medical bay suddenly opens, cutting Daniel off.

Mr. Reverend peeks his head out, "Afton is awake, and Brad finally started to stop puking..that dumbass. What was he thinking?" He sighs, stepping aside to let me and Daniel into the medical bay.

"Who knows..." I mumble, rubbing my sore wrists. Brad left a bruise on both of my wrists from earlier. He was gripping my wrists so tightly. That asshole.

I walk into the medical bay, with Daniel and Mr. Reverend behind me, the door of the medical bay slamming shut. Ahead of me is a guard looking after Springtrap with a rifle, and Dr. Forester handing a puke bucket to Brad. Brad is sitting on a medical bed, while Springtrap is chained down to another medical bed, just a couple of feet away from Brad's.

"I thought he was done puking?" Mr. Reverend says, walking over to Brad and Dr. Forester.

"I thought so too.." Dr. Forester says, patting Brad's back as Brad hurls into the bucket in front of him.

"He doesn't have a fever," Dr. Forester says, turning to face Mr. Reverend.

"I'm not sick! It was that brat! She tased me and it set something off!" He shouts, pointing a shaky finger at me. I roll my eyes and flip him off.

"(Y/n)," Daniel warns. I glare at him and put my finger down.

"Guard 34, you may leave. We can handle ourselves with him here. He won't do any harm," Mr. Reverend says, waving the guard off. The guard nods, and leaves.

"What!? No come back! Why am I even in a room with him!?" Brad shouts, talking about Springtrap.

"Heh...yeah, why am I...in a room with him?" Springtrap coughs weakly. I look over at him with wide eyes. His eyes meet with mine as he gazes over at all of us, and a smirk suddenly shows onto his face. I feel my cheeks heat up, and I turn my head away.