My Dear Protege (A FNAF Fanfic)

Chapter 21 On The Road Again

Gitchtrap's hands lightly gripped the steering wheel, he could drive if he stayed out of sight. Vanessa was sleeping in the back of the van, she had grabbed blankets and pillows from the hotel. She missed her soft purple blanket. Underneath her was a blowup air mattress, they filled the entire floor of the van with it. Her body was relaxing, occasionally rocking in motion with the vehicle whenever it hit a bump in the road. Glitchtrap didn't need rest like her, taking the backroads he could stay up all night and day. They were slowly making their way to Utah. He wanted to keep the minimal crimes in his home area. Vanessa let out a quiet yawn.

"Morning, sleepy head." Glitchtrap said, keeping his eyes fixated on the road. Vanessa moved her longer bang from her eyes and mumbled a morning back to him.

"How did you rest, my dear?" He asked, turning the wheel and passing a sign, "Welcome to Utah." A smile appeared on his face.

"Well...where are we?" She yawned out.

"Home, my original home and your new home." He said, pulling into a parking lot.

"Until we find a place to stay, our van is our house." He continued.

"Alright." She said quietly, rubbing her eyes and stretching. Glitchtrap pulled the passenger seat up and unbuckled his seatbelt. He got into the back and sat beside the tired girl.

"Let's have some fun." He said, glitching colors of purple and green.

"I will be only visible to you. Grab what you want and book it. Okay?"

"But, My Lord. We have the money."

"I don't want you wasting it on needs, dear." He said, "I'll distract everyone, just grab and go alright?" He continued.

"Alright, My Lord." She obeyed, getting out of the van and pulling her hood up. She made her way inside, looking around. She grabbed snacks and drinks to last her. She stopped once she crossed paths with the kitchen wear. She reached and grabbed a knife, it was shiny with a bismuth coat. She smiled and stopped, she shook her head.

"My Lord?" She whispered.

"Yes, Dear?"

"We have screwdrivers yeah?"

"Yes, we do."

"Perfect." She said, a bit of a sinister smile that matched his forming on her lips. She grabbed the multicolored knives and threw them in her hand basket, she went into the workshop area and grabbed metal bars, throwing them into the basket as well.

"I see you're going to get crafty." He said, chuckling. Vanessa nodded, "Yeah. I used to watch weird videos." She said.

"I have all I need." She said, "Watch and learn, my little protege." Glitchtrap said, grabbing her shoulders and motioning to the ceiling. He squeezed his hand into a fist, a purple surge shooting out and spreading across the lights. They all sparked out and died simultaneously. She smiled and ran for the exit.

She skidded across the blacktop and into the back of the van, closing the doors and looking in her basket.

"Next time we'll bring a small tote bag." He said, starting the car up. She took out some snacks, trail mix, and opened it. She ate it and enjoyed the mix matching flavors.

"So good!" She ate handfuls of it, not able to stop herself from the mouth watering treat.

"You young people and your snacks." He laughed lightly. The van pulled out of the parking lot and drove off without thought to look back. Vanessa smiled and opened one of the bottles of soda, chugging half of it nearly.

"That was so fun!" She exclaimed. She clapped her hands excitedly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, this is only the beginning, dear Vanessa" He said, chuckling darkly.

"I can't wait!"

"Neither can I. It's been years since I've committed to my little hobby."

Vanessa opened the knives and put the larger ones in the basket, laying the snacks and drinks off to the side to avoid spilling anything. Slowly she took apart the small steak knife of rainbow hue. She took the metal rods, they were spotted with holes in single file lines like a support beam. She grabbed some screws and held extras in her mouth carefully. She dug out a whole in the handle end of the knife. She attached it all together and smiled.

"Look! I've always wanted one of these!" She said, flicking the knife out and flipping it around. A simple butterfly knife with a silver cased handle and a rainbow blade. Glitchtrap smiled, seeing her make her own weapons was something he admired.

"Wonderful, my dear." He said, listening to her fiddle with the unique weapon. The thought of her mother's blood spraying out like a hose. He felt himself shiver with excitement at the scene. He wanted more. But, the entire thing was still eating at him. Vanessa wrapped a band around the end, closing it to keep it from opening while she slept. She put it in the basket, resting it on the rest of the weapons.

"So where are we going now?"

"Simple," He stated, "I'm going to dig through my old home, maybe I can find some old things to use for you." He had pulled up into a gravel driveway. Vanessa could see they were in the middle of the woods. She raised a brow and he parked.

"We'll go in tomorrow. Go back to sleep dearest." He said, pulling a blanket from her and tucking her in like a small child. She snuggled into the blanket and pillow. He smiled and held his head with a hushed hiss of pain.

He was remembering them, he didn't want to. It hurt him much more than what he was used to. He could handle physical pain, but not emotional or mental. He was so used to being numb to sympathy and the like, it bothered him in ways he hated. He always felt the agony of losing his loved ones whenever he thought into it. His wife, his children.

Something about his daughter, it ate at him. She died too along with everyone else, didn't she? He stepped out and pulled some cigarettes he had nabbed from his vest pocket. His nerves were being shaky again. He lit it and inhaled sharply, taking in the toxins and smoke. He exhaled, relaxing a bit as his ears lightly flopped down. The more he spent time as this bunny suit, the more it became like his real body. He looked down at his large paws for feet. He had lost them all. Surely, he was remembering correctly.

He held his head and groaned, stumbling forward and swaying. His head ached. It was all coming back to him now. Jeremy, his youngest son. He died by the hands of his and Henry's first creation, Fredbear. Locked in his jaws and snapping down, popping his skull like a cherry. Though, he lived the rest of his days in the hospital before he springlocked himself. His eldest son, Micheal, died by fire from when he was discovered as Springtrap. Somehow, he met with him again in that damn death maze Henry set up. He was purple, a hollow husk of his former self. Someone had brought him back. But, who could've? His daughter, wasn't she stuck inside Baby? Or did she escape?

The thoughts of that robot made him shiver, what he had done to it. He regretted it, deeply. He wasn't that man anymore, aside from the murderous tendencies. If they had ever crossed paths again, hopefully she wouldn't do what she did last time. Now, he remembered, Elizabeth survived. He was the monster in their eyes who deserved all the punishment. He knew he belonged in hell, but this new body was giving him a second chance. Was that why it bothered him so much?