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

Chapter 26 Old Memories

Baby's legs were propped on the table, her body relaxed and a bin of honey and hazelnut chocolate cookies. Her cheeks filled with the cookies as she chewed. The door swung open, Elizabeth coming in with a bag. Baby perked up like a dog waiting for it's owner. She sat the pin aside and hugged Elizabeth, greeting her in a friendly manor. She let out a giggle, gently pushing the metallic human off of herself. Baby stepped out onto the porch and looked outside, among the farm. She smirked a bit, her body at peace with the fresh air and light breeze. She watched as Howie ran around, guiding goats back into their pin. She yawned a bit and bent back, stretching.

"Here" Elizabeth said from behind her, she had something in her hands. An old journal that Baby immediately recognized. She snatched it from her hands. Elizabeth a bit shocked as she held it close to her chest.

"You left it out on the car yesterday. Jeremy found it." She commented. Baby sighed, trying to get back into a relaxed state. She looked at the cover, it had a few scribbled drawings on it as well as an old warn out unicorn made of cupcakes and sweets. A horn made of what used to be light colors and sprinkles of a similar hue. It's one visible eye closed with three straight edged eyelashes and dulled cream colored coat with a light blush that was also worn down. It's hair made of colors that matched its horn. Pieces of candy and sprinkles scattered about on its flowing hair, it seemed to be frozen in time of mid-movement. Baby smiled a bit as she ran her fingers over the smooth plastic and soft foam.

She ran inside, past Elizabeth. Not before leaving a gently peck on her cheek and quiet "Thank you".

She opened the bedroom door and opened the book, seeing where she last left off. She seemed to get distracted by old words that brought back memories. Some of them large scribbles of past breakdowns. Words that out grew that pages lines that were laid out for writing. Baby blinked with a furrowed brow and flipped past anything that looked like tear filled nights of pain. She stopped on a more recent page.

"Wait a second." She said, closing it and putting it on the bedside table. She got up and went to Elizabeth.

"Hey, you remember our plan to get out? The disc?" She said, catching Elizabeth on the couch in her place. Her head popping up and looking at her.

"Oh, that." She said.

"Dad had hid them all and or destroyed what could be found. The one I had was old and I couldn't get it to work." She sighed.

"But, hey! You're here now!" She said, smiling. Baby smiled too, she only wanted to quench the thirst of curiosity. She came by and sat on the couch with her, she noticed the cookies she left were gone, the bin empty.

"Hey! Those were mine you little cookie monster!" Baby joked as she grabbed Elizabeth and tickled her. Elizabeth cackling as she rubbed on her sensitive areas. Baby's voice had begun to grow more human like. Less cold and emotionless as it was before. Being out in the open world seemed to be what she needed. A nice long and forever break from her life in the depths of her home. Baby stopped and thought.

"I'll be in the bedroom if you need me." She said, gently kissing Elizabeth on the lips lovingly before returning to the bedroom. She flipped through more of her journal. Her lips turned down into a frown as she noticed she didn't have many pages left. She thought for a second.

She'd deal with this when the time came.

The door opened. Elizabeth coming in and pulling her shirt off, Baby noticed from the corner of her eye and her face began to heat up. She covered her eyes and tried to shove her journal back into the drawer of the bedside table. Elizabeth could be heard laughing at her reaction.

"You don't have to look away every time I change you know." Elizabeth commented. Baby peaked and got a glimpse of Elizabeth's back. Her shoulder blades pressed together as she was reaching behind to clip her bra together. She noticed the scars on her back. Baby started to remember the markings on her own back. They were so similar. She only know what her scaring looked like because she used to look in the mirror to make sure she wasn't bleeding, so she wouldn't stain her shirt and cause suspicion.

Baby crawled across the bed and ran her hand over Elizabeth's back, tracing the scars. Elizabeth flinched a bit, not expecting her cold hands to touch her.

"AH! Baby, what are you doing?!" She laughed.

"You have belt scars too?" Baby asked.

"Oh. those. Yeah. Dad used to beat us with it." She chuckled a bit, she didn't seem bothered by it. She must've been able to let go easier than Baby did. She did after all forgive her with in seconds of making mistakes.

Baby had a bit of an odd idea and got closer to her. She gently kissed the scarring. Elizabeth was a bit started.

She laughed more, "What are you doing back there?"

"Giving you attention, am I not allowed to do that?" Baby joked lightly. She gently kissing the scars again before helping Elizabeth clip her bra. Elizabeth turned and kissed Baby's nose gently.

"You're too sweet, Love." She said as she held Baby's face.

"Come on, Uncle Elijah wants us to meet the family. But, don't worry, Aunt Sophie is nice. She doesn't judge." Elizabeth explained.

Baby smiled and went to the closet, she pulled out a nice floral shirt and jean shorts. She never really liked dresses. She pulled her shirt up and shown off her pale back. Elizabeth noted the similar belt strikes. The metal part having bruised and damaged her skin in a familiar manor to her own, just in different patterns. The belt could never hit the same place every time, it would be a rare chance for it to do so. Baby put her shirt on as well as her shorts. She unzipped her boots and slipped them on, rezipping the side. She pulled her hair ties from her wrists and tied her hair up in relatively loose pigtails. She fluffed them up and turned to Elizabeth. She grabbed her hoodie from the dresser and wrapped the sleeves around her waist, tying them together.

"Ready?"

Baby nodded and followed her outside.