My Dear Protege (A FNAF Fanfic)

Chapter 18 Do You Trust Me?

Smooth and sticky paper, a bit bumpy but almost like perfect machine made plastic. Art was her thing before she was shut down on the topic. The mask was coated in a few layers of a clear paint.

Glitchtrap had mentioned doing this to show her devotion. He was the only one to care about her to this degree, so why not? She cared about him because she knew he cared about her. Her parents didn't give a squat about her and she knew Luis and her fellow employees were going to leave her sooner or later. She needed to show Glitchtrap how much she valued their companionship. She looked at the fine details of her mask.

Medium sized floppy ears with pink insides. The main color was a creamy white and had a large spot of a dark reddish brown that went over her left eye and covered almost the ear of the same side. A small tuft of fluffy hair molded into the top of the head. It dropped a bit from how it was when she first laid it down. It had penetrating red eyes with thick eyelashes that hung onto lined eyelids. It was girly, but could strike fear into her enemies. She was okay with that. Its large smile homing perfect white buck teeth and an almost dull pink tongue with an abyss of the rest of the mouth. The corners of its mouth were rounded with dimples. The mask mimicked Glitchtrap's perfectly, macabre stare and smile.

Sitting patiently, she let it dry and measured her own head, making sure it wasn't too tight or loose. She snipped off a piece of the thick black elastic band. She took out some thread and a needle, sewing up the loose ends of the band to keep it from fraying like a rope over time. Her eyes concentrating on her work. Lightly, she hummed that first little song he had sung to her. The toreador march. It was one of her favorites.

Glitchtrap had been waiting in the computer, she said she wanted to surprise him so he was blocked out of her mind for a little bit. She was a cheery girl when she wasn't under immense pressure. He was hoping to get that kind of cheeriness out of her while she was under his command. He still had to play it off. He was a little confused when she didn't outright refuse his offer.

She needed another chance, she deserved it. If they saw her as a villain then she would be one that would not take the blame anymore. After all, he had technically gotten away with murder. It was his victims who had got him spring-locked. A break was something they would need, he wasn't sure if he should expose her to all the gore right away, though. He might have to take over so she wouldn't be scarred. She was already fractured, but he didn't want her turned against him. Something about her was eating at him and he just knew he couldn't let her be hurt or leave him because of a stupid decision. He smirked, this girl could be useful to both him and herself. He knew all too much of being the oddball that everyone picked on or disregarded. Before he became a feared man, that's all it was.

His younger brother was the golden child and he was the mean brother who was kicked out. He lost his emotions forever ago. He tried so hard to be good for his parents but it could never be achieved. He shook his head and attempted to clear his mind.

"Vanny? Can you hear me?" He asked.

"Yes, I hear you." She said, looking up from fiddling with the elastic.

"We don't have much time, my dear."

"I know." She said, listening obediently.

"There isn't miscommunication, is there?" He asked a bit sternly.

"No, there's no miscommunication."

"You understand what's happening, right?" He pressed, trying to make sure she was going through with this.

"I understand." She said.

"Have you finished that little surprise you made for me?" He asked, chuckling playfully.

"Yes, I have it, I made it myself. I think you would like it." She said, a smile crawling across her lips.

"Are you sure you want to be a part of this? You won't be able to turn back to your current life, Vanessa."

"Don't worry, I'll be ready. And I won't let you down. I'm tired of being their slave, their welcome mat. I'll be free. It will be fun." She could see the steam coming from her lips as she breathed out into the cold air of her room.

"You mustn't let them know who killed them. No traces, don't let anything or anyone lead you astray. Follow my voice. Focus on it, my dear." He said, giving her as much confidence as possible.

"I understand. I'll do just as you ask."

"So you've selected one?"

"Yes, I've already selected one. Two actually." She said, smiling a bit.

"Good girl" He purred, "You know what to do."

"Yes...My Lord..." She said quietly. She stood up and slid her mask on. She hummed quietly again and began to put on her dark grey hoodie. Slipping her hair under it and her arms in the sleeves. Her hood covering any part that her parents would recognize.

Stepping down the steps, she dug through the garage and pulled out a pair of her dad's old work gloves. Dark blue and rubbery leather. She slipped them on and wiggled her hand about, making sure it fit well. They were light enough to fit snug like a doctor's rubber glove. She slipped her matching dark blue combat boots on and tied them off.

"Nice outfit, my dear Vanny." Glitchtrap said.

"Thank you, My Lord." She whispered to him. She slowly crept up the steps again and opened her parents bedroom. Her mother was at her desk doing her paperwork for whatever she had her sights on. She tilted her head and got closer. She had to get rid of the loudest first. Her mother wouldn't fight, she would scream bloody murder. She would call for her father rather than put her fists up and deck someone. She reached behind their bedroom door and grabbed the axe her father kept. She used to chop wood with it as her father would make her. She slid her fingers across the edge and smirked beneath her mask.

"Save the axe for the brute." Glitchtrap said. She nodded and stuck it on the back of her belt, pulling out a pocket knife she had nabbed from him. She got close enough before flipping it open. The light click made her mother pause and look up.

"Now, Vanny!" Glitchtrap commanded, she stuck the knife under her chin and swiped like it was a credit card. Blood squirted out onto the wall, windows and even her paperwork. Her mother gagged and fell over, choking on her own blood. As her vision faded she could see the colors of her mask.

"Goodnight, Mother." She said, smiling more.

"Wonderful job, Vanny!" Glitchtrap cheered. Her eyes trailed over the crimson stain that had sprayed out.

"That was honestly kinda cool." She said quietly for only him and herself to hear.

"Now go for the violent one."

"Yes, My Lord."