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I Should Be Dead	By : Alice_Jones Category: +A through F > Five Nights at Freddys Views: 1501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I opened my eyes when he came into the room. He was dressed and putting on his jacket. "Vincent, I gotta go home." I panicked inside. He would leave me alone with them? Ready for round two? Freddy asked. Fucking bastard. Could I beg Scott to stay? I couldn't. I couldn't force myself to do it.
I stood and walked casuallly over to him with my huge grin, and kissed him hard. "Yeah, you probably should go. It is your home, after all. Just know I'll be thinking about you until you come back." There had been the smallest flash of regret when I called it his home. I could work with that.
"OK. See you at work." Work! Not on your life. And he was gone. I went straight to the piano, and started at the beginning of Carmen. That would give me two hours with them entranced. Then what? Don't think. Just move. So I did. Bloodthirsty unthinking abominations. That's what they were. But they made a perfect audience.
I just had to find a way to keep Scott. It didn't matter why he mollified them; it just mattered that he did. And I needed him here with me, for as long as it was effective. Any kind of peace however fleeting was worth anything. Anything. It's that home. That woman and child he lives with. They're the problem. If I just killed them...Scott would hate me. But if I kiled them and pretended to be her on the phone, telling him she needed time with her mother or something...maybe. But I would need some information from her. And what if it backfired? What if Scott, with all his turbulent emotions, turned from me in his grief? It would help if I kept them alive, but in storage, I thought, and smiled a bitter smile. It would serve them right. Everyone in the world desereved to sink below, descend to Hell, as I had. It's not like they would get what I got. They'd still be human if they ever left that place. Yes, that might work. Then if Scott ever turned against me, like everyone always does, I'll have leverage. I nodded at my inner conversation, and pounded the tune out. I could work on this, but I still needed information from Linda, first. I exhausted myself at the keys, and played until dawn. As long as I kept a tune going, they would sit back and listen. But I had to stop eventually. When I did, I spoke aloud for them. "Listen, we have to go and talk to Scott's wife. We need to be onour best behavior for this, and I promise, I'll get us Scott." The ghost of animatronic ears perking in interest. "We have to shower and dress, first. And maybe I'll kill us something on the way home. Just please be good."
I think a truce was reached, and they allowed me to clean and dress. It was still some time before Scott would leave for work. I had some time to get rid of the body in my deep freeze. I lugged it up the stairs and back into my trunk. I dropped it in a dumster in the industrial zone, where all was still for another hour. I found a diner on the main road between Scott and work, and sat inside over a cup of swill they called tea, and an untouched plate of toast. I saw him drive past, and I sat longer still, waiting to see school buses on the road. I had to make sure the brat was gone before I went anywhere near the house. I didn't trust my companions for a second. Then I got in my car and parked on their street. I watched his little angel get on her bus, and drove to the grocery store, looking for an appropriate apology bouquet. I killed an hour there, then went for their home, flowers in hand, and rang her bell.
She opened, and was surprised, of course, to see me. "Linda," I exlaimed with a small sorry smile, "I apologize for my behavior yesterday. I hope these will express my regrets." I extended the flowers, and she melted - of course, and took them.
"It's nothing. Please don't worry about it. Will you come in?"
I looked around, as if wondering where else I should be, then accepted. "I won't stay long. I have an appointment today with my doctor. He's very solicitous with me, and always wanting to try a new combination of medication." I laughed at myself, "I feel like a test bunny sometimes."
She laughed politely, and pulled a vase out of the cupboard. "Coffee?"
"Coffee would be fine, tea better, if you have it."
"Yes, we do. Scott picked some up this weekend, in fact. I think he's taking a liking to it."
"Did he tell you why I left yesterday?"
"He didn't, really. He just said you were 'unwell'." She looked at me with the question plain.
"It's nothing huge, really. I have epileptic fits, and I felt one coming yesterday, at the restaurant." I shrugged at the helplessness of it. "All I could do was get home to my medication as soon as possible. I should have told you I was leaving, but I barely made it home on time, as it is." I looked at the floor in shame. "Truthfully, I didn't. Thank the lord Scott came when he did." I shook it off, then looked back up at her concerned compassionate stupid face. "So, where are you from?"
"We're from Milwaukee."
"You were born there?"
"Oh yes, in fact this is the first time I even ..." She went on. And on. All you have to do is give people an interested face, and the right sympathetic noises at the right time, and their life stories come raging out of their stupid faces like flood waters. She tripped over the words after a while, trying to get them all out at once. I didn't have to really listen, either. My machines would catalog everything. And I could feel them doing just that. I could feel our singularity of intent, and it lit up my face. And maybe she thought her story did that. I don't care. She'd be luggage soon enough, and her opinions would be invalid. Soon. It pretty much was her life story. It was after noon when I stood, regretting that I had to leave her beautiful home, but my doctor would hunt me down, I confided with a wolfish grin. She tittered delightfully, and may have been in love with me by the time I left.
I drove by work on the way home, but didn't stop. Chica was there. I would have to do something about that, and soon, but first this. I went home and pulled the phone number out of our mental catalog. Sister Location. I got a person on the line, and put on Father's voice. "I'll have a package for you soon. A regular and a mature."
"Oh! Alright, do you want them preserved?"
"No, I may come back for these items, so I'll want them in the same shape in which I deliver them to you."
"Of course, sir. Can I pencil in a date for this delivery?"
I looked at the clock, and wondered if I could do it now. If I could afford to wait even another day. But I might botch it if I hurried. "Tomorrow at four." And the kid. How would I move her without killing her? I hung up, and tried to think of a way to not kill Amy.
Her mother had innocently given me enough to find her parents, and so I looked them up. There they were, in the directory. I rang them up and her father answered, so I offered him the good word. He assured me he was quite happy with the church he was with, and I said "Of course you are." Then I had enough of his voice to mimic. I still didn't know how I could keep us all from killing the girl. I just had to reason with them. This sent me into a fit of laughter that ended in a simmering anger. Reason.
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