I don't want to continue this story.
When you first read this, you might feel confused; maybe even disappointed. My reasoning behind making a heart-wrenching decision will hopefully give you peace and will make you understand why it's time to let this story go.
When I started writing this, I had just experienced the most traumatic event of my life. I am someone who tends to input myself into another world when things like this happen. What happened to me was something I couldn't- and still cant fully understand. I started using this story as a sort-of metaphor to help me better understand my grim circumstances. At first, I didn't know I was doing this at all. I took notice later on, however, that my story was starting to share gross similarities with my real world. After a while, I couldn't even think of any more ideas that would keep this story an x reader; all I wanted to write about was tragedy. A fandom like Five Nights at Freddy's is mostly children. If I continued this story, it would be so incredibly irresponsible of me and I would not be able to forgive myself for exposing others to something so unexpectedly gruesome. In conclusion, someone so confused and afraid that they blur the line of love and pain should not be someone who writes love stories for you.