Criminals (FNAF AU)

Chapter 13: Obey

Fredbear released his grip once more. William coughed as some blood made its way to his lungs and was restricting his breathing. He hung lifeless, still trapped in the animatronics arms. He didn't have the energy to even try and fight back anymore. He was getting real sick of this. Dying. But something else bugged him. That annoying wanna-be's question:

Why do you care if they live or die?

Why did he care? It was obviously a much better thought than thinking about his afterlife. He knew where he was going. But it brought him back to his past.

Where he spent most of his time wishing pain and suffering on anyone and everyone he came upon. He wanted them to suffer along with him, drag them down with him into his little ditch of misery.

And he did.

In one fine swoop he ruined the lives of 5 families. People he didn't even know were feeling his bitter, ruthless pain. Did he feel better afterwards? Did he finally gain closure?

Not at all.

William shook himself from his thoughts, and began counting down as he screwed his eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable pain awaiting him.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

He bit back another scream as Fredbear hugged him tightly for the - what, tenth? Eleventh? - time. His hugs getting stronger and more death implying with each one.

William had figured how he was being tortured. Fredbear would hug him for ten seconds, then release. After ten minutes Fredbear would hug him again, but harder each time.

It will get stronger.

His bones will break.

His lungs will puncture.

He will die...

Die? William scrunched up his nose. He had never really thought about dying. It never bothered him seeing as he couldn't in the first place. But in a span of two days he'd almost died. Being locked up in a cell for so long, secluded from the world, left him weak.

He got used to the sense of security, feeling untouchable and a danger towards others, including himself, that when it was taken away from him he was...vulnerable.

A figure floated beside him, but he couldn't pick up his head. It felt too heavy. She had long brown hair, the ghost, and the darkest grey eyes he'd ever seen. She was probably around twelve - William couldn't even remember. He grinned. "Come to put me out of my misery, Puppet?" he asked hoarsely, his throat scratching as he spoke.

The ghost crossed her arms. "No, Afton," she snapped. "I've come to make sure you don't fall into your misery." She narrowed her eyes. "You haven't been tortured enough."

William smiled, pleased. "Are you sure it's not because you care about me?" The ghost blanched as if she'd been insulted. "Come on. Admit it, Puppet."

"Shut it! And my name is not Puppet, it's Charlie, and you know that. God, you're annoying. I don't know how this women tolerates you."

"She reminds me a lot of you, actually," William teased, looking pleased with himself.

"Now you're just delusional, Afton."

William chuckled. "As always, Charlotte."

A loud noise came above his drooping head. William wanted to pick his head up, but bad no energy to even lift a finger; let alone his head.

Charlie's eyes softened and she patted his shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid," she ordered. "My magic is fading; I can barely keep myself corporeal." She looked at her fading hands with sadness, then determination. "I can keep you alive, but only to an extent."