My Dear Protege (A FNAF Fanfic)

Chapter 27 Framing Adolescence

Vanessa laid in her makeshift bed, her eye a bit swollen from the rough up. Glitchtrap was outside the van, his leg bouncing uncontrollably as he filled his lighter with fluid. He threw the bottle to the side and closed his lighter. He lit it and set the tobacco on his cigarette ablaze, slowly burning it until it caught flame. He was breathing a bit heavily as he puffed on his cancer stick. He couldn't seem to handle the encounter with that familiar woman. He knew who it was but he refused to say her name aloud to himself. His body shook terribly, smoke dancing past his lips and being blown away into the wind. He couldn't seem to wrap his head around these feelings when they accrued. He just couldn't seem to relax. He had the lighter still lit in his palm and it took him one quick burn to his whiskers to realize the flame was still burning. He flipped the metal lid to his zippo closed and put it back into his vest's pocket.

"Ease yourself, William." He told himself as calmly as his nerves would allow. He twitched and felt his ears jerk along with his head. He laughed and slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to subdue a psychotic break. He felt like he couldn't control himself. All the rush of emotion was practically tearing him apart. He felt his eyes dilate, his vision blurring almost. He twitched about and chuckled darkly, swirls becoming visible in his eyes as they formed from the whites of his eyes. He looked at his cigarette and braced for what was going to happen. He quickly put it out on his arm, snapping his thoughts into concentration and out of the crazy haze. He shook and fought back screams of pain. He might have been unable to feel empathy but damn could he feel pain.

He leaned back and let out a steady breath, holding back his screams caused him to hold his breath for a long while. He looked at his arm and watched the bright fuse of purple engulf the cigarette burn, concealing it with nothing left behind. He threw the now ruined tobacco stick aside and held his legs as he felt his leg bounce. He looked back at the van and groaned, tipping his head back and hitting it lightly against a tree.

"I have to tell her. She can't live a lie. She can't know a lie that was created by that asshole brother of mine." He said, standing up and dusting himself off. He couldn't have her think of him as a murderer, but that also means she killed her parents on her own will and not by one of a killer in her head. He rubbed his head. He needed to decide, he couldn't keep quiet but he also couldn't sit by and watch her suffer through the trauma given from her parents and the one she created. If she was going to be angry with him at first then so be it, he did betray her. Her parents were really his only time feeling the urge to plunge them into a wood slicer and listen to them scream all the way til they hit the saw. He couldn't handle kids, yes, but killing them would be too much. He learned to cope with the fact that everyone in the world is a kid at one point and taking that point away would leave nothing to grow on. He was a good man, truely. He had some problems, but he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and couldn't tell the truth under the fact they would believe the golden child over the mentally ill. He stood up and took a breath.

"Whatever happens, happens." He said to himself, opening the back doors to the van. Vanessa looked up, a bit confused and shielding her sleepy eyes from the light that disrupted her.

"Vanny, we must...talk.." He said, still unsure on his decision.

"Is it about the lady?" She said, a bit of shame in her voice as she looked to the side. Glitchtrap sat at the edge of the van and patted his side, motioning her to come sit by him. She obliged and sat on the other side of him, her legs hanging off the edge and nearly touching the ground.

"Do you remember the Fazbear murders?" He asked, looking at her. Vanessa starred for a bit.

"Yeah, why?" She asked cautiously.

"Truth be told, I haven't been...entirely honest. Neither have the ones who heard the stories." He said, avoiding as much eye contact with her as possible, "I wasn't the one who committed the murders." He said, trying to keep himself from panicking too much.

"What?" Vanessa said, disbelief written in her voice.

"When I was younger, alive still, my younger brother was always the favorite and practically got away with murder. At one point this became quite literally. He complained to my parents about not having a job and they forced me to let him work in my management. Henry and I talked it through and we decided to let him walk around and observe to keep him from ruining everything. I caught him stealing food and money from us and threatened to kick him out. He got pissy about it all and did the usual cry to mother and father." He took a breath and prepared himself, "Later in that month, he went behind my back and led five children to the storage room. You can guess that they didn't return to their families. I went into the back to figure out why our robots kept lacking in their wiring. The smell was god awful, I can remember it as clearly as I see you. I popped the chest cavity of one of them open and it was just a waft of rotten organs. I could see organs and bloodied limbs everywhere. People constantly complained of the smells, the mucus and blood spilling from their sockets and mouth." He looked at Vanessa. She had a blanket wrapped around her as she stared in interest like a child listening to a story.

"What happened after?" She asked, Glitchtrap gripped his palms into fists.

"I checked the cameras and saw him go back. Later that night I confronted him about it. I found his old work shirt, covering in spots of blood. He threatened to frame me for everything. He knew he could get away with it. If I tried to fight he would some how pull a magic trick and fuck me over. I only played along because I felt it would be the only way to be recognized, he was going to tell them anyway if I did one thing wrong. Eventually, I took my frustration out on a creation of mine... I'll spare you the details of it. But that creation found her own life, she damned me and I ended my life in a work of my own death trap. I was trapped in hell for so long, it seems short now but I can't remember how long I was stuck repeating what my creations did to those I supposedly made suffer. I started to disappear from my purgatory and... became what you see now." He said, looking at his hands. Vanessa got close and leaned against him. He was a bit surprised she didn't lash out, perhaps she hadn't realized what all this meant.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Glitchtrap." She said, wrapping her arms around him gently. He wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her back gently.

"No need to apologize for what you didn't do, dear." He replied, his voice becoming smoother as his body relaxed. Glitchtrap thought and pulled Vanessa closer, maybe she didn't care.

The truth was out, they were almost one in the same.