My Dear Protege (A FNAF Fanfic)

Chapter 10 Break My Shell

Vanessa stared off into the ceiling. She had no work, she was taking a break on the coding of the game. She needed the mental air. Glitchtrap was humming a tune in her mind. She was listening along and using it as a stem to relax.

"Do you like the toreador march?" Glitchtrap asked.

"Is that what that song is called? Doesn't Freddy play it?" She replied.

"Indeed, one of the creators came from french descent." Glitchtrap said.

"Cool." She said, her voice bland and filled with her self pity.

"Are you still in a mood from last night, Vanessa?" Glitchtrap questioned.

"A bit. Days after breakdowns are worse than the actual breakdown sometimes." Vanessa responded.

He continued to hum. Vanessa smiled a bit, enjoying the soothing tune. She didn't know if it was because it was catchy or because of his buttery smooth voice. She jumped up as the door busted open like many times before. She shot up and panted, not expecting the door to cave in once more.

"Vanessa Morgan!" He raised his hand and it came down, striking her directly. She yelped and fell back into the bed.

"You piece of shit child! Your mother and I know that you're playing games behind our backs!"

"It's for the job!" She cried out.

"Bull fucking shit, Vanessa!"

"I have to play-test to make sure it works! Not like you know how that would work, dipshit!" She yelled, her anger getting the better of her. He came over and held her down, his hand gripped around her throat. She was forced against the bed as he struck her again and again. She cried multiple times, her face getting used to it so much so that it became numb.

"Stop! Please!" She cried out, her nose beginning to bleed, eyes puffed and turning purple slowly.

"Shut it, brat!" He shouted, his hand slapping against her face again. It would have been worse if it was his fist. But, it still hurt. She sobbed and prayed to whatever god that existed, that he would just stop. Stop hurting her. Maybe, stop existing, she just wanted the pain to end. She begged for anything to happen that would stop it. He eventually burned out. He let go and left her on the bed, barely conscious. He's beat her but not as much in the face. She couldn't keep her eyes open. She knew thankfully she wasn't going to die as the only thing bleeding was her nose and even then it wasn't much. She let out a weak wail as tears streamed down her face.

"Vanessa? Can you hear me?" Glitchtrap called. She tried to reply but the pain silenced her. She looked at the computer and reached out to it. She was trying to give him a sign she was still alive.

"Help...me.." She managed to choke out. She reached for the headset, it was just far enough. She tapped it with her fingertips. It lit up from the inside and purple electricity met her fingertips. Her face was numbed again. But this time it felt a bit more pleasant and calming.

"You'll be alright, Vanessa" The voice said hushly, trying to be as comforting as possible.

"It hurts." She pleaded.

"I know, I'm sorry for doubting you." He apologized. Vanessa turned her gaze back up at the ceiling. Glitchtrap hummed his small tune and tried to get her to rest. Luckily she didn't have to clock in tomorrow. He sighed once her eyes closed.

"Rest, my dear Vanessa" He whispered, continuing to hum.

Her swollen eyes closed, her body relaxing finally as she fell asleep. Glitchtrap grimaced what he just experienced. Was this the life she was bound to? The life she was so distraught about? He rubbed his eyes and held his head. So confusing. He needed to continue his plan. He needed to escape, gaining this girls trust is the best way to go. He couldn't let her suffer, that's the best he could do was to gain her trust. Maybe he should get someone on his side to work for him. It would make his spree much easier to carry out. He would need this girl's psyche broken first. He would leave that to the parents, the trust would be gained easier. He just needed to comfort and make the bond stronger.

His smile grew sinister, "This shall be easy." He chuckled a bit, easy indeed. He opened up the Virtual Sphere and glided up around the vast space.

"Such a peculiar girl, she will do much better than lil ol Jeremy. He fought with me too much, but she will do just nicely." He held back laughter. He had lost his mind years ago, there was no just getting it back. Or was there?

He stopped his smiling when the memory played in his mind again. He sighed. He couldn't just continue to down play this girl. Earning her trust is something he needed if he was going to get out. He stared off as it replayed like a broken record on an old dusty record player. This girl was taking this in almost everyday. She was the failure, the misfit that deserved to be beat. Something like himself when he was William Afton. He rubbed his temples and tried to clear his sudden headache.

What was this feeling? Sympathy? There couldn't be an ounce left. Her bruises and cries reminded him of his own crimes. But they had a different light. She didn't do anything wrong from the thoughts he saw in her head. She was just doing what she needed to do. He was thinking way too much into this than he needed to. Her tears, her weak whines. Back then they would have made him shiver with excitement. Simply riveting, something he enjoyed much. So why was this girl bothering him? Maybe, actual comfort was in order, so she wouldn't be alone. Sure, she had those imbeciles at the office. But, they wouldn't see the horrors done at home. Someone who was hurt like her wouldn't dare open up so suddenly. No matter how much someone begged her to, she wouldn't do it. He knew from his own shut ins and tears that disappeared with time that she wouldn't. He was a sociopath and it was his home lifes fault for it. His measures would keep her from having his own problems. If he gained her on his side, there would be hell to pay for her parents, that was for sure.

A smirk grew on his face again, "Trust is key, and the key is that girl for what hell is to come. I'll make my personal one look like daycare." He laughed. Echoing into the dark abyss of his dark and unwelcoming home, he danced around like the maniac he had grown to be these many years.

"All around the mulberry bush, the fox had chased the weasel! The weasel thought twas all fun and games, POP goes the weasel!~" He laughed and danced around. He really had lost his mind, hadn't he?

There couldn't be any way to fix that. Or could there?