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I Should Be Dead	By : Alice_Jones Category: +A through F > Five Nights at Freddys Views: 1499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scott introduced me to his family, and I graciously lit up their faces with platitudes, but my attention was really on Chica. She was still looking right at me! I scanned her companions, and found blood on Bonnie. I never worried that Scott or his equally dense family would notice. They giggled and laughed and watched the entertainers with a single mind. They lit the cake, and cut it. I refused a slice politely, then went to the prize bin for a plushtrap for Amy.
"Happy birthday darling. I'm really glad I could be here for it." She smiled shyly and took the present. She had Scott's eyes. How lucky for her.
Scott and Linda gave her their present, and it should have all ended there, but Scott came up with the original and brilliant thought: "Hey LInda, I can show you around now. And you'll know what I'm complaining about when I come home." He laughed self-deprecatingly. "Vincent, can you keep an eye on Amy a minute?"
I met his eyes feeling the full weight of what I could do to him in just "a minute", and said "sure. Knock yourselves out. Just clean up after."
Scott's eyes widened in surprise. So, that wasn't what he'd been intending. You think you know a guy. His wife giggled inanely, and took his hand so he could lead her away. I looked at the lone child, and the sceaming instantly came in my head that I knew would come. Sometimes I defied those voices, just to show I could. I even took a kid home once to prove a point to Baby and Funtime Freddy. It didn't last long. Amy was back to watching the show, and I started to shake. It was like a seizure. It was like something else could almost move my body. Almost. It was still my body. I - we looked away from her, but even that was an effort.
Our mouth clenched around the words, to stop them from coming out, "Get ready for a surprise!", and instead of words, a strained growl came out. We saw movement to the side and forced our head so we could look - Chica! Jesus, she was coming right for us. And I couldn't move. If I moved, it would be to rip Scott's child apart. Yes, let's rip her apart! An insane giggle followed. No! Not in front of Chica! You fools. You'll get us killed! She came to plant herself between me and the kid. And stopped. I grunted through my clenched teeth in relief, and forced my head up to look at her. She was staring at me with those dead eyes, and the most ungodly sound started someing from her. A strangled low sound. I slowly worked my death grip off the table. Some of my nails were ripped and shredded, others imbedded in the wood. A bloody birthday party. Good idea there, Vinny. Chica was staring me down, but thankfully that's all she did. I don't know how much time passed, or what Amy thought of any of this. I didn't dare look at her. If I started up the voices again, they'd get me killed.
I lurched wide around Chica and out the front door, to the back of the building and got in my car. I gripped the wheel for a bit, regaining my strength. Scott would be punished for this. It was his fault. No, it's still Susan's fault. "Shut up! Just shut up for a goddam minute! All of us!" I reached into the glove box for the pack of smokes I put there a month ago. There were three gone. I lit one to busy my hands until they could stop shaking. I put on Bizet, and turned it up as loud as it could go. I couldn't drive home like this, not this shaking mess I was. But I also couldn't leave my car here. The chump in the trunk would start to smell soon enough. And maybe start leaking out of the bag...
I shifted and backed up slowly. I'll be fine if I just take it slow. Take the alleys. And we can drive by the little girl's home...Jeannette. I don't know whose idea that was, but it was a good one. By the time I made it by her house, I was a little closer to calm. I drove slow, because that's what you do in an alley, and over the fence I saw a few extra cars in parked in front. Consolers. I wished I could have been one. If I weren't purple, I could have done it. I could have pretended to be her teacher or something, but everyone remembers the Purple Guy. I shook my head in regret and went by.
I took my bag home, and down to the basement for a mostly empty freezer. Later I could throw him in a dumster somewhere. I looked around the room, at my laughable store of icecream. My icecream rescue center. I shook my head and sat on a freezer lid. It was the one where I had disemboweled that kid I brought home ages ago. I lied down on it in the same way he had beneath my knife. I had tried so hard to show Freddy and Baby I was in control, and a few hours later I was cleaning my basement. My hands shook as they went to my face, and my bitter thoughts rose up. The thoughts I tried not to entertain.
"The scooper only hurts for a moment," they had promised me. I used to look so ordinary, and I used to have a lot more freedom with my games. I used to have a choice. You've ruined my life, you insane murder toys. Then her little voice piped up from no where: It was him. He knew. "Susan please," I moaned aloud, as I tried to stop her. Daddy knew when he sent you down there what would happen to you. "SHUT UP!!!" I screamed to my emprty basement. It was the worst thought, the one I tried not to roam too close to. Our hands gripped my hair painfully, and our body shook. Yes, he had known. Of course he did. He made the bloody things. He had designed them to kill, and then he sent me down there! I screamed again, unable to stop it, but at least it was my scream, because my hands were loosing their hold of my face on someone else's order. They were leaving my face, and my scream was cut short as the command that had sent it was taken over. I felt a robotic calm transorm my face and hide my overpowering anguish. I curled up inside myself as they - They took control. Father, why would you send me to die? I screamed, but this time it was in my head. Our head. We were going back upstairs. I raged in the freedom of my captivity. I was released to think the thoughts I always tried not to think. I'll kil him. I swear, it'll take months for him to die when I get him. And how stupid had I been? They led me by the nose to that room. I should have known when I didn't hear Foxy in that room. I should have left the second I saw the bodies. So stupid. So gullible. I asked for this. Just by being so stupid I had asked for all of this. You deserved all of this, Susan sneered. Shut up, I pleaded, and I was able to notice we were heading down the hall to the front door. My thoughts receded finally, so I could process this new hell. No! No, you can't! If we go out there and do anything, If you kill kids in the daylight, where people can see, they'll lock us up!!! I was desperate in my reasonings, but how do you reason with these? They know nothing of prison or laws. We'll never see another child again if you do this! God, they didn't listen; they never do. They opened the door and Scott was there.
Scott, run! They had paused in hesitation, and Scott barrelled right into giving us all shit for leaving his daughter alone. It was hard to focus on anything; I was scrambling for control. I was frantic to reach it, and they backed up for me. My body shook with it, and as I grasped the control center, I was aware of my body, thankfully, and my knees gave out. I fell to the floor, panting in relief. You don't know how to do this. You have to let me, or we'll be locked up forever. Locked in a tiny room with no children and no sun forever. Jesus, how many times have I told them this? And they never listen. Maybe Scott was doing or saying something - I don't know. Probably. But I finally remembered he was there, because his shoes were pointing at me. I stared at them until I knew what they were, but I was still too weak to get up. Then he helped me up, and said something - I don't know what. It was hard to focus on anything outside myself. He guided me to the couch by my piano, and I curled up on it, shaking.
This wasn't the first time they did that. When we all escaped Sister Location they were me. I don't even know if I was in there for a time. Then I slowly became aware that I was in there, and they had taken over. I shook more with the memory of that time; there was nothing that scared me like that. They had refused to aknowledge me, and did things that I reacted strongest against doing, just to fuck with me. The life we lived now was the most precarious of compromises, where all and none of us were truly fed. Scott, fucking Scott was in front of me. Talking. God, go home Scott. No, that didn't come out. I tried again, and failed again. Then he went away. But I could hear him.
"...not well, so...OK, bye....." in between bouts of static. I was too weak for this, so I closed my eyes. But I couldn't sleep, I thought in a panic, because who would wake up? So I forced my eyes back open. Painstakingly slowly, I willed the shakes out of my limbs, and remembered my knife across Jeannette's throat, opening that boy's gut in my basement, the children I killed at the restaurant...anything that I could recall to sooth and calm me. I ended up at my brother's head in Freddy's mouth. That was what started me on this path. Well, not this path. Any son would have gone where his father pointed, and it was Father who put me on this path of being a puppet for killer machines... but the killer's path I was on before my body had been taken from me, that was me. The real me. Mother had sent me to evaluations after that. But my mind quickly jumped over her and back to Jeannette, and back down the line again. Those were my Hail Mary's, and I followed them a few more times until I could start to sense the room I was in. My ceiling, then down, to the rest of it. Scott, in a chair across the room. I glared at him, willing him to just go away. What the hell do I do with him now?
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