My Dear Protege (A FNAF Fanfic)

Chapter 28 If You Could Only Know

Vanessa unwrapped her towel, letting the warm humid air engulf her nude body as she stepped into the steaming hot shower. The water droplets hitting her skin like rain on a summer's night. She relaxed and wet her hair underneath the shower head. A small smile appeared on her face as she indulged in the relaxing moment.

Outside the bathroom, Glitchtrap had a strong stare at the wall, his hands clasped elegantly together and against his chin, his elbows balanced on his constantly moving knees. His stare was serious and showed more than just concentration. His brows furrowed as he focused on the small patterns on the wall, most from the texture of the dried paint against the drywall. His attention was drawn away from the situation of his knees moving without cue, he could never control them in these times. He didn't want to give it attention as it would cause him to fall into a break. He coughed as he choked on his own boiling laughter from the inside of his chest, a few exhausted and breathless chuckles managing to escape. He leaned up and smacked himself, trying to ease the consternation. He felt drool drip from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, he wiped it away as he felt it dribbling along its foreseen path.

He stood up and looked around for a book, reading would help distract him. Opening the drawers violently, he found an old bible left behind. He groaned and grabbed it.

"This will have to do until Vanessa comes back." He mumbled, sitting back in a chair by the table and opening the book. His eyes danced along the words, trying to picture the world that this book created around him. He continued to pan over and see his leg move, he slammed the book shut and groaned a bit. His eyes shot open, the whites being covered in appearing lines of bright fuchsia. The small bit of the matching color that held place in the center of his eye and around his iris engulfing the entirety of his dull lavender colored eyes. The squiggly lines becoming thick swirls around the whites of his eyes. His pupils dilated into small almost pinpricks. He snorted and laughed, the simple joking chuckle became a maniacal laughter. Spit flew from his lips as he didn't care to keep it behind his mouth.

His eyes caught sight of himself in the mirror. He could see the faint black ring around his view. He was starting to black out. He stumbled over to the mirror.

"Snap...out of it!" He swiftly jerked his head forward, the mirror farther than he saw and causing him to hit the marble counter of the sink. A small crack snapped him out of his maniac haze, he looked up and saw a small wound on his skull, blood seeping out slowly before healing up. Looking down he could see a dent and a crack in the marble of the sink's counter.

"I need to find the medicine I used before I died..." He mumbled, he looked and knocked on the door.

"Vanessa, I'll be back, stay here and don't leave the building or room!" He said, Vanessa agreeing as he grabbed a bag and ran out to the van.

He drove slowly along the road and ran along the dirt path carefully, fishing out the sight needed to find his old home. He built it out here for precautions. His eyes caught visual of the familiar rose bush that always stayed growing despite the weather. He stopped in the driveway and parked, getting out and observing the old, forgotten house. It was falling to ruins, vegetation taking over and thieves taking what's left inside. He was hoping his meds were still there, at least the bottles if not the pills. Stepping inside he could see things already missing from their last visit. He spotted the broken frame that once held the family photo he took. He straightened himself and prepared for the journey upstairs, which would be dangerous. He could see in the kitchen that the upstairs was beginning to collapse from lack of care. He stepped carefully up the wooden and creaking stairs. Sneaking around the top he could see spray paint drawn words and some of the usual phallic drawings. He groaned a bit.

"People are so immature these days." He mumbled to himself, continuing onward as he drawn his hand along the tattered and peeling walls of the old house. He knew one day in his long, now immortal, life this home was going to disappear into history. The bathroom door creaked open as he gently pushed it with little to no effort. Dust was floating through the air and he could see it through the bathroom window as lines shone through and revealed the particles. He looked to the cracked mirror and caught a glimpse of himself. He felt a strain in his head as he began to remember the look he had in his own eyes before he knocked himself out of it. He tried to keep himself awake as he swung the mirror door open, cobwebs crowding the inside of the cabinet along with missing bottles and a couple left untouched. He reached and grabbed both of them. They were empty. He looked at the label of both of them, one of them faded and the other ripped off. He squinted and tried his hardest to read the old print. It read that of antipsychotics. He tossed it aside, seeing as they were both empty and practically no use to him. He perked up and had a thought.

"The compartments, I built this house with compartments." He ran off to the inner wall behind the toilet, knocking and listening. A couple hollow clinks and then a metallic kick. He elbowed where he heard the metal and knocked the wall paper loose. He gripped the edge and jerked, pulling and prying at the door, it seemed almost rusted shut as it gave off an ear piercing shriek, the door opening slowly and only dragging out the horrible noise. He groaned and reached inside. Cobwebs cluttered up inside and covered his hand, he grabbed for anything and found his hand on an old tin box. He pulled it out and looked at the dull turquoise box. He fiddled with the lock and managed to crack it open. He smirked and opened the box farther, seeing multiple bottles of perfectly kept medicine. He closed the box and put it in the bag.

Standing up, he looked around and decided to search for remnants of his family home before more people came to take it all. He went through and found countless toys belonging to that of his youngest two, his daughter and younger son. Maybe Vanessa would get a kick out of the funny little walkie talkie toy. Glitchtrap continued to search and found items belonging to all members of the family, whether it be a lost item or an old forgotten piece of jewelry. He would know what was his wife's, he knew all of what she wore and he bought half of what she had. He smiled while carrying a bag full of all he could manage.

Slowly he pulled out of the driveway and back to the hotel. He held onto the bag as he went back inside. Vanessa was watching TV while waiting, the door opening and revealing the man who once left. Glitchtrap came in and sat down the bag, the contents jingling as they were shook about. Vanessa gave a look of awe as he revealed what was inside.

He took out the box and opened it, slowly he removed the pills and shakily opened it. It was like his body was fighting him against taking them. He managed to work up the strength to pop the cap off of the top. Pouring the gelatin capsule into his palm, he tipped his head back and swallowed harshly.

He didn't want Vanessa to experience that side of him, hopefully she never would. But one can only hope so much.