My Dear Protege (A FNAF Fanfic)

Chapter 9 Breaking Point

Vanessa slammed her door, catching Glitchtrap's attention from the monitor. He raised a brow, watching her lean against the door. Tears were pouring from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She was hyperventilating and shaking. He came to the front of the screen.

"Come to the computer, Vanessa dear." He cooed.

"What? Are you gonna yell at me too?" She blurted out, sniffling and wiping her eyes. He rolled his eyes.

"Just come here." He said again, a bit annoyed this time. She crawled to the computer and stood up slowly, pulling a chair over and sitting, holding her face to try and keep her tears back.

"I know I've been...cranky, today. But, I'd like to try and make a friendship, my dear. Talk to me. Tell me all your problems." He wiggled his ears, "I'm listening."

"Mom and Dad screamed at me again. They said I was a mistake...told me it was my fault this family is this way."

"Now, now, if they are on edge as before, they might be stressed. I'm sure they don't mean it."

"It's not the first time I've heard it, Glitchtrap." She looked down and sniffled, tears dripping again. No matter how much she tried to stop them from forming again, they kept returning.

"Vanessa, my dear"

"NO! Stop taking their side! How do you expect me to help you when you can't even help me feel better you piece of shit virus!?"

"Vanessa." His voice became stern.

"DON'T YOU "VANESSA" ME YOU OVERGROWN HUNTERS MEAL!" She shouted. Both of them could hear her father from downstairs.

"Shut the hell up and go the fuck to sleep, Vanessa!" She flinched at his voice and immediately shut down. Glitchtrap could see how the yelling affected her. She was angry and she had every right to be. But, he didn't know first hand on how she was feeling everyday of her life. That was why outside life was better than home life.

"Vanessa. I'm sorry for being so stern." Glitchtrap continued. Despite his demeanor he tried to be sympathetic or at least seem like it. He looked at the VR system and back at Vanessa who was looking at her feet and sniveling weakly. He could see how pale she was getting from all the stress.

"Vanessa."

"What." She responded bleakly.

"Put the headset on." He calmly ordered. She fearfully did so and he opened up the game. Inside was one of the celebration rooms. The rooms the player would usually go to claim their prize and add to the collection at the prize corner. Except now there was a cake on the table instead of a prize box with a winding crank.

"When you need an escape, you can come here to play-test. I'll make sure your stay is as pleasant as it can get." He said, trying to give her some form of hope. Vanessa sniffled and wiped her face.

"Okay..." She lifted her headset and looked at the controllers, putting the wrist straps on her hand and holding onto them. She looked around some more and played through some of the games. Her mind wandered all the while. She had images in her head, Glitchtrap catching onto them. She wanted to end herself or her parents. It was one or the other.

Glitchtrap felt himself freeze. If she were to die, he would have no escape. He couldn't let her die.

"Vanessa." He said, "I can see what you're thinking. I know things suck a lot, but it will get better. I promise, once the time comes we can both escape. You from your home, and myself from this game." He continued.

"You say that. Everyone says that to me when they know I'm hurting. But, they can't understand how hard it is to wait all this time." She quietly replied. Waiting everything out was hard, but she did it because she knew at least one or two people cared. Even if this virus was pretending, it felt nice to hear such words. Promises that would probably be broken made her smile. She knew not to let it hurt her when she discovered how fake it really was.

"Vanessa, don't doubt your freedom. I know that it will come, no matter how you have to take it." On the inside he thought of her as an overactive child. The usual female teenage drama. On the outside he tried to gain her trust. Thankfully, he could hear her thoughts but she couldn't hear his own. Trust is the best key for his freedom. Perhaps he could use her for something more. If he didn't take full control maybe he could use her for his own gain. He thought in silence whilst watching her casually move around.

Maybe, just maybe, he could have someone on his side to help complete and fulfill his destiny. To take his journey further and make his name more known. Maybe he could also give this girl a name in the world too. She may not want to be known as a criminal now. But with time she'd break, when she did he would be there so she could see him as someone to trust more than the cruel, cruel world she lived in. With time she would learn to accept who she was really meant to be. Just as sinister as him.

He needed to find that inner psychopath. Clearly she had sympathy unlike him. Hands behind his back, he contemplated on who he could mold and shape her into. Into his own little servant to make blood shed. She needed to be broken first, the shell needed to be chipped away to reveal the disgusting violence underneath. This girl was vulnerable now, but no doubt about it she was strong and willing. Maybe not not, but soon.

A sniffle snapped him from his devious thoughts. She was crying into the visor again. Her arms shaking and shivering. Her legs buckled and she fell to her knees, dropping the controllers.

She mumbled and whined out in shame, "they don't love me...it's all my fault."

"Vanessa, do not blame yourself for their own shameful actions. You are not guilty. Do not put yourself down." He spoke. Vanessa couldn't handle the pain, she held herself as she curled up on the floor. The visor being her only comfort. The large eye coverage being warm from her face, enough to gently put her to sleep.

She fell asleep sniffling and silently crying. Glitchtrap facepalmed and crossed his arms as he pinched the bridge of his nose, this was going to take a lot of patience.