My Dear Protege (A FNAF Fanfic)

Prologue

The night seemed calm. The trees blowing around lightly as the wind flew amongst them. A pair of eyes watched outside the window. A pair of delicate olive green eyes that used to be filled with wonder. Wonder of wanting to be the creative child that they used to belong to. The car driving by the countless trees and homes, the lights of the street posts flashing over the vehicle like a scanner.

The girl inside fiddled with her pretty bubblegum pink dress. Her nerves were unable to settle as she looked at her twitching and constant moving hands. Her hair fell in her eyes, the usual problem she had. She wasn't allowed to cut it. Like her parents forced, she had to wear her hair long and free. No hair clips, no bobby pins, no hair ties. Although, her mother constantly cut her hair short, spraying it with many hair sprays to keep it delicate and beautiful, fooling outsiders who didn't know her cruel heart. By now, the woman's bright blonde hair was probably dead to the roots of dark brown. The young one in the back seat sat in an awkward silence, waiting for the screaming match to start. Either between her parents and her, or between themselves. Whenever they fought it was usually around her and it made her feel all the more guilty. She was the burden, she was the blame, the scape-goat.

Vanessa was her name. Vanessa Morgan. Morgan was of her family name, she had to carry it well. She did the exact opposite it seemed, as she had gotten a C on her semester final. It was still passing, but it wasn't good enough. Looking at her dress and hands in shame, she was shaken up. Scared. Scared to find out what punishment awaited her. It had been a hard year and it simply kicked her ass. She managed to fly over the finish line from life's kick to her behind, though. Sadly, her parents didn't agree. To them she had given up as soon as she got close enough. In their eyes she was a failure. She had to agree. She was a failure.

Vanessa looked up as the car stopped, her parents getting out. She could tell that despite them not showing signs, it was the look on their faces. They were disgusted, revolted by her. They couldn't even look at this pathetic little girl in their back seat, they didn't have a daughter as of the moment.

Vanessa opened her door and walked out slowly. Her dark purple flats meeting the pavement with ease, she looked down and had a thought. Grandma. She bought these for her. She felt her grandmother was the only one who accepted her. She put Vanessa before herself. It was a sad faint brought to her when she passed away in the midst of the night. She sighed inaudibly and moved her hair out of the way, trying to look around before going into what was going to be a short war that was secretly going on longer than anyone could imagine. Vanessa took a breath and stepped inside.

It took no time to be met with a scolding slap to the face. Her father never held back, she would be aching for weeks anytime she was hit. Ultimately she fell to the floor, her body giving in to the impact as she whimpered in pain. She didn't prepare for how soon the abuse was going to start. She looked up and held her sore cheek.

"You know better, you worthless harlot!" The man shouted. He used old words, they hurt the most. Apparently, it was less cruel compared to other people spouted as he wasn't using a real curse nor was he taking the lord's name in vain. This gave him too much freedom.

"I-I know, Dad." She sniffled, trying not to cry, this would only make the punishment worse. She'd be lucky to get out of this without more than a hand print.

"No dinner, do you know why?"

"Because..." Vanessa looked down, standing up and holding her hands together innocently. She finished the sentence off with a mumble.

"What was that?" He practically hissed.

"Because dinner is a privilege for good grades." She said quietly, knowing full on and well he was full of himself, food wasn't a privilege it was a right, a need. Thankfully, she had food stashed for when they went to sleep, she would simply stay up and eat what she could quietly.

"Good, now go to your room" He demanded, going to the couch.

"Yes, father." She followed his command like a weak dog and went up the steps to her room. She flopped on her bed once closing the door and held her aching cheek.

"I'm no harlot." She whispered, her anger festering. If only she had a way of escaping, she needed a way to breathe. She noticed the newspaper on her desk, she had picked it up this morning before getting on the bus. Grabbing it she read the front page.

Fazbear Entertainment Suing Man For False Accusations.

"Right, that's still going on. I Wonder." She mumbled to herself in thought, pulling her laptop out from under her bed and opening it, she typed into the keyboard and searched.

A smile perked up on her lips.

Fazbear Entertainment Now Hiring For The Making Of A Virtual Reality Game.

"Let's see how much I can ma- 20 bucks an hour?!" She shouted in a whisper. She blew hair from her eyes and pushed it back behind her ear. Clicking on the link, she began to sign up. She was getting this job, maybe then she could show her parents how much better she is. She could make it up to them. She read through and realized she had to have a uniform. Finally, no more dresses for a little while.

Sending the email in, she smirked to herself. Vanessa let out a yawn and put her laptop away. She laid her head down and smiled. Maybe now things will be different. Maybe now, she can be treated more than a worthless harlot.

Looking over to her open closet before her eyes closed. She had the perfect outfit for the interview.