The door. (FNAF fanfic)

The door. (FNAF fanfic)

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I stand there. Leaning against the door. Why? Why did he have to leave?! I begin to cry, the sobs racking my small weak human frame. I scream at the door, pounding my fist against it. The splintered and cracked wood sinking into the sides of my hands. I can smell my blood, feel it running down my arms. I know it's no use. But I just want him back, I need him back. I fall to the floor, sobbing against the wooden door. The door that will never open again. That tears me and him apart. The door that shouldn't exist. That tears the Fox from his vixen.
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