museofnyx

[museofnyx]

𝐍𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 | James Sunderland x OC

Summary: Following the death of her husband, Rowan ends up in Silent Hill two years later after receiving a letter strangely matching her own handwriting from years ago. What could it possibly be if she had never been to that town? What was waiting for her in there?

Part 2 (coming soon)

WARNINGS: MDNI, 18+. mentions of death, tortur3, miscarriage and other traumatic events, so please do not report if you are uncomfortable reading this!

The quiet place, a town I had never visited before, why was I dreaming of it then?

I don’t remember the first time I heard the voice. Maybe it was always there, somewhere under the hum of the refrigerator at night, buried in the silence between my thoughts. But last week, it grew louder.

The first night, I dreamed I was standing in a hallway that stretched on forever, lined with peeling wallpaper and flickering lights. I didn’t know where I was, only that something was waiting at the end. That’s when I heard it:

“Mommy...?”

A whisper. No — softer than that. Like breath caught in the folds of time. I turned, heart punching against my ribs, but there was no one there. Only fog bleeding in through the cracks in the walls, and the faint smell of rust and roses.

I woke with my hands trembling and my sheets soaked in sweat. I didn’t sleep the next night.

But the voice came back anyway.

“It’s okay now… you can come.”

I saw a little hand reaching out from the mist — small, delicate fingers smudged with red crayon. I heard the bells of a carousel in the distance, creaking like old bones. When I blinked, the hand was gone, but I woke with tears on my face and the name Lily on my lips.

I hadn’t said that name aloud in two years.

The third morning, I found the letter in my mailbox. No return address. Just my name, scrawled in faint pink marker. Inside, a child’s drawing: a woman with long brown hair, a little girl with a yellow dress, and a man I didn’t want to remember.

On the back, in handwriting I couldn’t deny was my own:

“I’m waiting for you in the quiet place. You know the way.”

I stared at the drawing for a long time. My heart tried to tell me it was a cruel joke. My mind told me to throw it away. But my hands refused. I was not insane, I was sure about that, but I couldn't recall writing that letter.

I couldn’t breathe in my apartment after that. The walls felt like they were closing in — the air thick with memories I thought I’d buried deep enough to die. I packed a bag. Just enough for a weekend. Just in case.

I didn’t know where I was going until I was halfway there.

Silent Hill.

The name pressed itself against my thoughts like a fingerprint in fog. I remembered reading about it once — an old resort town with too many ghosts and too little sun. People said it had changed. Some said it vanished. Others said it changed you.

As I drove, the air grew heavier. The trees leaned in too close. The road narrowed. My GPS went black an hour ago, and yet I kept going. Like something was pulling me forward, whispering just behind my ear.

“You’re almost here, Mommy…”

The fog appeared just past the county line — thick, wet, and endless. It rolled across the road like breath from the mouth of some sleeping god. My headlights barely touched it.

I should have turned back.

But I didn’t.

The sign was cracked and faded, almost swallowed by overgrowth:

Welcome to Silent Hill A quiet little lakeside town.

I pulled over. The car door creaked as I stepped out, the cold pressing into my lungs like ice water. There was no sound — no wind, no birds. Just the dull hum of silence and the way my heartbeat echoed in my ears.

Somewhere beyond the mist, I thought I heard it again.

Laughter. A child’s giggle, warm and weightless.

“Come find me, Mommy.”

I took my first step into the town.

And the fog took me.

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The streets were almost too quiet.

At first, I thought I’d wandered into an abandoned film set — frozen storefronts, shattered windows, signs with letters missing. The kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty, but watchful. Like the town itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what I would do.

I walked.

My boots echoed on cracked pavement as I passed a diner with rusted metal chairs stacked inside, their shadows bent into crooked shapes. A laundromat door hung off its hinges, turning slightly in a wind I couldn’t feel. Something about it felt staged. Like everything had been left just so.

I kept looking over my shoulder.

The fog thickened around me, curling between streetlamps and broken benches like fingers. My breath came out in pale clouds. I gripped my jacket tighter.

Then I saw it.

A child’s shoe — small, pink, lying in the middle of the road. One lace untied, damp with dew. I stared at it for a long time, like it might vanish if I blinked.

Next to it, faintly etched into the concrete, was a single word written in something too dark to be dirt:

“Mommy.”

I stepped back, my heartbeat slamming in my ears. The fog ahead seemed to pulse. Shift.

Then I heard the giggle again.

High-pitched. Familiar.

Too familiar.

“Come play with me…”

I turned toward the sound — but there was nothing. No one.

Just an alley I hadn’t noticed before, narrow and yawning, like a throat.

I don’t know why I walked into it. Maybe I thought I’d find her.

Maybe I thought I’d find myself. Myself?

The alley was tight, the walls pressing in with flaking brick and rust-streaked pipes. It smelled of damp metal and something older — like rotting flowers.

About halfway through, I noticed the graffiti. It wasn’t spray paint. It was scratched in — deep gouges, like someone had carved them with their bare hands.

“FORGIVE ME.” “SHE WOULDN’T STOP CRYING.” “THE BABY WAS NEVER REAL.”

The air turned colder. My throat closed. I kept walking.

Then the static started.

At first, I thought it was just in my head — a buzzing, like an old television set warming up. But it grew louder, crackling from the bottom of my bag.

My phone?

No. I didn’t bring it. No signal anyway.

I reached inside and pulled out my flashlight.

Taped to its handle, where I never put anything, was a small old-fashioned radio. Not mine. I don’t know how it got there.

The static grew violent. Screeching. Like it was warning me.

Snap.

Behind me.

I spun around, heart punching my ribs — just in time to see a figure move at the alley’s mouth.

Small. Thin. Unmoving now.

It looked like a child. But… wrong.

I aimed the flashlight. The beam stuttered in the fog.

The figure twitched.

Arms too long. Head tilted at a broken angle. Skin smeared in something dark. It didn’t have a face — just a void where one should be, twitching like static. No eyes. No mouth. But I felt it watching me.

I stepped back. It mirrored me.

Another step.

It tilted its head again, like it was trying to understand me.

Then it whispered, in a voice layered over with a hundred echoes of my own:

“You let me die.”

I ran.

I don’t know how I found the motel. Maybe the town wanted me to. Maybe it was giving me a place to hide — to breathe, for now. I slammed the door shut behind me, locked it, then double-locked it. The static stopped the second I crossed the threshold.

Inside was silence. Dusty light. Peeling wallpaper and a mirror I didn’t want to look into.

I sank onto the bed, shaking. My hand still clutched the radio.

On the nightstand was another child’s drawing. It hadn’t been there before.

Me and a little girl in a red playground. She was holding my hand.

On the back, written in small, trembling letters:

“I’m still waiting.”

I saved the drawing in one of my pockets, along with the letter that had brought me there, I knew there was no reason to do so, but I needed answers. I wanted answers.

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I didn’t sleep. I just sat on the edge of the motel bed, waiting for the fog to crawl under the door and smother me.

The static didn’t return. Not right away. But something else did.

Footsteps.

Slow. Deliberate. Just outside the window.

I stood up too fast. The floor groaned under me. I froze, heart hammering. Through the thin curtain, I saw a shape move past the window — tall, heavy-footed, dragging something behind them. For a second, I thought it was one of them.

But when the figure passed through a slant of gray light, I saw denim. A green jacket. A tired kind of slouch.

A person.

I don’t know why that made me feel more afraid.

I slipped outside with my flashlight in hand, half-expecting the figure to vanish into mist. But there he was — standing at the end of the walkway, turned away from me, staring down a narrow side street like he wasn’t sure it existed.

He didn’t move.

I took a few steps toward him, careful not to make a sound. But the moment I stepped off the motel stoop, the radio crackled faintly in my bag again. Just once. A burst of white noise like a breath being held.

The man turned his head.

Not fast. Not startled. Just… gently. Like he already knew someone was there.

I stopped.

He looked at me with eyes that had forgotten what they used to see. Hollow and worn-out, but not cruel. He was younger than I expected. Early thirties, maybe. But his face looked like it had spent a decade under water.

“Are you real?” he asked.

His voice wasn’t accusing — just... tired.

I swallowed.

“Depends on what day it is” I said before I could think better of it.

He gave a soft exhale. Not quite a laugh. He looked down at the pavement, then back at me. “You hear the radio too.”

It wasn’t a question.

I nodded, loosening my grip on the flashlight.

For a moment, we just stood there, two ghosts trying to remember what it felt like to be alive.

“I thought I was the only one” he said finally, like it hurt to admit it.

“Not anymore” I murmured.

He hesitated, then stepped a little closer. He looked over his shoulder once — not like he heard something, but like he felt something.

“James... I'm James Sunderland” he said quietly, offering his name like it might dissolve in the fog before it reached me.

“Rowan Reeves” I replied.

We didn’t shake hands. People don’t do that in places like this.

He looked past me, toward the motel room. “You staying here?”

“For now.”

“It’s quiet.”

“Too quiet” I said, before realizing how stupid that sounded.

But he didn’t laugh. He just nodded like he understood something I hadn’t said aloud.

James looked down at his hands for a moment, like they didn’t belong to him. Then he glanced toward the side street again — that narrow path he’d been staring at when I found him. “I was looking for someone.”

I almost asked who. But the answer was already in his face.

Me too, I wanted to say. But I didn’t.

Instead, I asked, “Where does that road lead?”

He shook his head slowly. “Nowhere I want to go.”

We stood there in the fog for a while — strangers pretending not to be lost, holding onto each other’s presence like the last solid thing in a world unraveling at the seams.

Then, faintly, the radio flared again.

This time — not just static.

A child’s voice, barely audible:

“He doesn’t belong here...”

We both heard it.

James stiffened. I clutched the radio.

He didn’t ask what it meant. He just looked at me like I already knew the answer.

And the worst part was... I did.

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James and I didn’t speak much as we walked.

The fog did most of the talking — brushing against our skin, tugging at our clothes, whispering things we pretended not to hear. Every so often, the static in our radios buzzed faintly, like something was pacing just beyond the veil. Following us.

I felt it first — not the sound, but the wrongness.

The air changed. Grew heavy.

James stopped. “Do you hear that?”

I did.

Wet. Twitching. Something dragging itself across concrete.

We both turned at once.

From the mist behind us, a shape emerged — crawling, slow and crooked, its limbs twisted like broken doll parts. Pale skin shimmered under the flashlight, stretched too tight over its back. Its head lolled with every jerking movement; legs bent the wrong way. It moved like it had never walked before. Or had forgotten how.

James tensed beside me. The static screamed.

The creature lurched forward — faster now — hands slapping the pavement, leaving behind streaks of something dark and tar-like. When it reared up, I saw the seam down its middle. No face. Just skin stitched together, quivering like it was trying to tear itself open.

I didn’t think.

I lifted the pipe I’d picked up earlier — some rusted metal I didn’t even remember grabbing — and swung as hard as I could when it lunged. The impact rattled up my arms. It shrieked.

James stepped forward then, bringing down a board he’d been carrying like a guillotine. The thing crumpled. Twitched once. Then stilled.

We stood over it, panting, the fog slowly curling back around us.

“That’s not…” James’s voice cracked. “That’s not human.”

“No” I said quietly. “But it used to be something.”

He looked at me. “How are you so calm?”

“I’m not.” I was shaking. My throat hurt. But I’d learned how to hide it a long time ago.

We found a bench outside a shuttered convenience store and sat there in silence, the fog swirling around our ankles like smoke. The radio was quiet again. For now.

James reached into his pocket and pulled out something small — creased, worn. He held it like it might break.

“A letter” he said. “From my wife.”

I turned to him. “She’s here?”

“She’s… supposed to be dead.” His voice was hollow. Like he was still trying to believe it himself.

“She died three years ago. But the letter said she was waiting here. In our special place.”

I watched him unfold it — his hands trembling in the quiet.

“I didn’t want to come” he whispered. “But I had to know.”

I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I reached into the inside of my jacket and pulled out my own envelope. The paper was bone white. Marked with my name on the outside, scrawled in pink. Inside, one page. A child's drawing and on the back a message handwritten.

James glanced at it, then looked up at me, startled.

“You too?”

I nodded.

“It wasn’t signed” I said. “But I recognized her handwriting. My daughter’s.”

He didn’t question it. Maybe he didn’t want to. Maybe, like me, he knew some truths are worse than monsters.

“She was never supposed to be here” I added. “She died before she could breathe. But I saw her in my dreams. She kept calling me back.”

He stared down at the letter in his lap.

“Maybe this place… brings us here for a reason” he murmured.

“Or maybe we bring ourselves.”

We sat there, two strangers united by grief that ran too deep to speak aloud. And yet — for the first time since I arrived — I didn’t feel alone in it.

I met his eyes. “If you’re still looking for her, I’ll go with you.”

He nodded slowly. “Same.”

We started walking again, further into the fog, deeper into the rot. The signs became harder to read, the streets more fractured, like the town was forgetting its own shape.

Eventually, we saw it.

Woodside Apartments.

It rose from the mist like a prison half-swallowed by time. Crumbling brick, dark windows, rusted gates yawning open like teeth.

A place that had witnessed too much silence.

We stopped at the foot of the stairs. James stared up at it.

“This was on the map” he said quietly. “She might’ve come through here.”

I gripped the letter in my coat pocket, feeling the weight of it like a heartbeat.

“Then so will we.”

And together, we stepped inside.

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The air inside Woodside Apartments was different.

Worse.

Thicker, like smoke after a fire. It clung to the skin, heavy and wet, and smelled of mildew and something else — sweet, almost sugary, like rot pretending to be perfume.

James and I didn’t speak as we crossed the threshold. We didn’t have to. The silence was its own kind of language here.

The doors moaned on rusted hinges as we entered the lobby. Every step echoed like a memory trying to claw its way back to the surface.

The walls were flaking. Old wallpaper peeling like sunburned flesh. We passed a row of broken mailboxes, each one hanging open, empty except for a few scraps of yellowed paper that looked like warnings no one read in time.

On the second floor, the flashlight caught a smear of blood along the hallway wall. It wasn’t fresh. But it hadn’t been there long, either.

James moved ahead of me, quietly. Protective, though he didn’t say so. I followed, trying not to look at the open doorways — most of them led to empty rooms. But now and then…

Now and then I saw something move inside. Not quite human. Not quite gone.

We stopped outside Room 208.

James hesitated. “She liked apartments. Before she got sick, we talked about moving into one. Something quiet.”

He sounded like he was talking about a different life.

I reached out and touched the edge of the doorframe. The paint was peeling. I don’t know why that mattered.

“You don’t have to go in alone.”

He looked at me — grateful and afraid.

We pushed the door open together. Inside was decay and dust and water damage — and something else: the smell of disinfectant.

It hit both of us at the same time.

Hospitals. Death. Memories.

James went pale.

“I used to clean her room every day” he said, barely above a whisper. “Before the nurses came. I wanted her to see that I still tried.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. His voice carried the weight of someone who’d lived years inside one moment.

My eyes fell on something glinting under the cracked window: a key. Half-submerged in dirty water pooled in a broken dish. I pulled it out. The tag read: Fire Escape – 3rd Floor.

Something screeched outside the window just then — metal dragging across metal. We froze.

James turned to the door. “We’re not alone.”

Back in the hallway, the radio started again.

Not static this time — a mechanical moan. Wheels turning. A sharp, wet hiss.

Then the footsteps.

But they weren’t human. They were too fast. Too insect-like.

Something burst around the corner — a creature crawling on what looked like mannequin legs turned backward. Its torso was fused to a gurney frame, arms replaced by blades that scraped along the walls as it moved.

Its head twitched violently, spasming between sudden lurches.

“Run” James hissed.

We didn’t argue.

We slammed the door to Room 209 behind us and pressed our backs to it, panting. The thing shrieked from the hall, metal shrieking against metal. Then — silence.

Not gone. Just waiting.

James sank to the floor, rubbing his hands through his hair. “I didn’t think they could be worse than that last one.”

“They get worse” I said quietly. “The deeper we go.”

He looked up at me. “You sound like you’ve been here before.”

“I dreamt about this place for months. Before the letter. Before I even knew what it was.”

He didn’t ask more.

Instead, he reached into his jacket again. Held out the letter from Mary. “I keep reading it” he said. “Looking for something I missed.”

I knelt beside him and handed him mine — my daughter’s. He looked at it, brows furrowed. “Same handwriting?”

“No. But… it feels like her.”

I paused. “She was never born. Not really. I was six months along when…”

My voice caught. I didn’t finish.

James didn’t speak for a long moment.

“I used to wonder if… if the hospital made her sicker. Or if it was me.”

We were quiet together. That kind of silence that hurts in the chest.

Then: “We keep moving” I said softly.

He nodded, folding both letters and tucking them away like fragile truths.

We reached the third floor using the fire escape. It groaned under our weight, the metal warped and rusting. The fog outside had thickened, pressing against the glass like a living thing.

Inside Room 307, we found something stranger than monsters.

A room preserved.

Spotless. Clean sheets. Fresh flowers — wilted, but still fragrant. On the nightstand, a photo.

James picked it up.

It was Mary. And him.

“This was... our anniversary” he said. “How is this even here?”

I moved toward the mirror above the bed — the only one in the apartment that wasn’t broken.

In it, I didn’t see myself. I saw a version of me — pregnant. Smiling.

I looked away fast.

“They want us to remember” I said. “Even the parts we buried.”

James stared at the photo in his hands like it was going to burn him.

“We should leave” he murmured.

As we exited into the hallway, the radio screamed again.

And from around the corner — two Crawlers, skittering on all fours.

This time, we didn’t run.

We fought.

The sound of iron smashing bone. The smell of oil and rot. The radio sputtering with every hit until finally — silence.

James leaned against the wall, gasping. “I hate this place.”

I didn’t answer.

Because part of me knew I belonged here. And the worst part?

So did he.

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The door from Woodside Apartments slammed shut behind us, metal groaning like it wanted to keep us in.

We were back outside. But “outside” didn’t mean safer here.

The fog was worse than ever — thick, smothering, white like gauze soaked in moonlight. Everything beyond a few feet faded into nothing. And in that nothing, I could hear footsteps. Quiet. Small.

Child-sized.

“Did you hear that?” I asked.

James squinted into the haze. “I thought I saw—”

“There!” I pointed, heart stuttering.

A small silhouette stood just ahead, in the middle of the street. A little girl. Bare legs. Hair tied up in two messy pigtails. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

I took a step toward her. “Wait—”

She turned.

And ran.

“Hey!” I chased after her, boots slapping the pavement, lungs burning with cold.

But by the time we reached the corner, she was gone.

No footprints. No sound.

Just that crushing fog, and a bench with a rusted plaque that read:

Welcome to Rosewater Park. Let the quiet wash you clean.

I slowed to a stop.

James caught up beside me, panting. “Was that… a little girl?”

“Yeah.” My hand curled unconsciously around the folded letter in my coat pocket. “She looked like…”

I didn’t finish.

Maybe I didn’t want to say it out loud. Maybe I was afraid she looked like the daughter I never got to meet.

The path into Rosewater Park was warped with cracked bricks and overgrown weeds. The trees drooped like they hadn’t felt sunlight in years. Everything was half-dead.

And beautiful.

There were rows of roses still growing in forgotten beds — black roses, somehow, as if the soil itself had stained them.

“I used to think parks like this were peaceful” James murmured.

I glanced sideways at him. “And now?”

He exhaled. “Now they feel like cemeteries.”

We kept walking.

And then — I saw her.

A woman standing alone on the overlook.

James froze beside me. His entire body stiffened. “Mary…?”

She didn’t seem surprised to see us. Her head turned slowly as we approached, eyes bright under thick lashes. Black leather dress. Hot pink jacket. She looked like a memory dragged out of a dream and dressed in something provocative.

“No,” he said with a confused look on his face, doubting. “You're... not.”

Her voice was soft, though. Warm, but with something curled beneath it — something playful, something dangerous.

“Do i look like your girlfriend?” She asked with a smirk.

James seemed rather uncomfortable now, did she look so much like his wife?

"No. My...late wife..." He said "I can't believe it. Your face, your voice...you could be-"

''My name... is Maria" she interrupted James with a smile; the same smirk never left her face. "I don't look like a ghost...do i?"

She looked at me next, lips curling into something almost smug. “And you are?”

“Rowan,” I said carefully.

Maria’s gaze lingered on me a second too long. I had the eerie sense she was cataloging me. Measuring me up. Not out of jealousy — but familiarity.

Like she already knew who I was.

“You shouldn’t be out here” I said. “It’s not safe.”

Maria tilted her head. “Oh, I’m not worried. You will protect me.” She smiled at him like she knew him better than he knew himself. “Won’t you?”

James took a small step back. “Why are you here?”

Maria’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “Same as you, I think.”

She brushed past me with a wink. “Let’s go together. You don’t want to get lost out here.”

I looked at James. He looked… shaken. Pale, like he’d seen a ghost but couldn’t admit it aloud.

And somehow, I knew — this woman was tied to him. In ways I couldn’t see yet.

The park faded behind us as we walked. Fog swallowed the roses, the bench, the path. The girl — gone.

But the letter in my pocket felt heavier now.

And for the first time, I wondered if the town had sent it.

Or someone else.

[museofnyx]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄| William Afton Fanfic

Part 4!!

I’m sorry it took me way too long to update, college was literally consuming me. i'm finally on my summer break!

i just hope you enjoy it and leave a comment!

There are many obvious things that are 18+ appearing in this story to work, so just ignore the post if you don't like it, don't report it please!

Warnings: NSFW🔞, mentions of death, torture and unhealthy relationships, age gap, perv!William. Violent acts are descrived in very graphic way. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU!!!

I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping, it was early morning. The little thuds woke me up, a toddler no older than 5 had opened the door to my bedroom.

“momma?” i heard the quiet voice of him calling out for me, scared. i simply hummed in response.

“mommy?” i heard again as i shifted in my bed, finally sitting up in the bed, looking at him.

“what’s wrong, baby?” i asked quietly as i stood up, walking towards him to gently pick him up in my arms, my son Michael quickly clung to my pajamas and wrapped his little arms around my neck.

“i had a nightmare” he said almost like a whisper, hiding his face in the crook of my neck as i rubbed his little back. “i want to sleep here” he added as he rubbed his eyelids, tired, sleepy.

“it’s okay, i’m here now” i said warmly as i made my way back to bed, placing him down. I let out a quiet laugh as i saw him getting comfortable too quick under my sheets, but i layed down beside him too. It was too early, and we were used to wake up at around 8 in the morning.

Michael quickly hugged me again before saying “i love you mommy” in a whisper, and falling asleep just as quickly as he closed his eyes.

“i love you too” i said whispering softly as i kissed the crown of his head, drifting off to sleep again.

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Nina was sitting on a cold bench, slightly trembling, drenched and eyes that seemed lost somewhere in whatever was in front of her. The pizzeria was closed and surrounded by police. It was early morning when they found her by a river nearby, she wouldn't speak. Not a single word or nod to acknowledge what was being asked to her.

The missing report was filed almost at midnight, as Cameron's parents had passed by Nina's house and she never arrived, worse thing was, no one seemed to be home.

Local police quickly started the search since it was reported that Nina's father was abusive and she could be in danger, they found her hours later and the last place she had been in was being investigated.

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The girl in front of us was giving no response, we had tried flashing a light in her eyes and followed every step to check her vitals, but as cops there was nothing much we could do until a doctor arrived.

"yeah, so... it seems like due to all the trauma she has suffered..." the Doctor said as he placed his stethoscope back in his pocket coat again "she may need to be treated by a psychiatrist, these symptoms i'm seeing, it is most likely that she doesn't remember a thing... and she doesn't even react to any stimulus" he said as he snapped his fingers in front of her to gain her attention, with no luck whatsoever.

I let out a sigh, a disappointed one. It was terrible news, poor girl. We all had the same look in our faces, how could a parent mistreat their own child?

Before anyone else could comment anything, a man appeared, almost running towards us. He seemed distressed and hurried. But was quickly stopped by my coworkers.

"Excuse me Sir, you can't get any closer, this is a case that's being-" i was cut off by him quickly, as he started speaking, almost yelling.

"Let me see her! Nina! -get your hands off of-" he said as he almost pushed an officer "Baby! Nina! just- let me see her!" he groaned in desperation.

I could see tears in his eyes and desperation as he looked at the girl we had found. "Hey... let him pass" i told my coworkers. They quickly got their hands off of him and as soon as they did so, he ran towards us.

The man kneeled in front of the girl, some tears were running down his face as he held her by her shoulders, brushing the damp hair off her face softly and carefully. "Jesus, Nina... what have they done to you?" he definitely seemed hurt, but we had no register about him yet, we had to do it before the ambulance arrived and take her to the hospital.

"Excuse me Sir, could you answer some questions for us?" i asked the man as i pulled a pen out of my pocket and the documents we were filing.

"Uh... yeah, sure" he replied quietly as he stood, but never left her side.

"What's your name" i asked as i looked down at the sheet to start writing.

"The name is William... William Afton" He replied quickly without looking my way, only focused on the girl.

"How do you know her? could you verify her name and age for me?" i said as i wrote his name down on the file.

"Yes, well... her name is Nina Hoffmann, she is 19" he said before he looked at me, and then he looked at the ground. "She and i... well, we're dating, we've been together for a little while"

"alright" i said as i scribbled everything quickly. "And, Mr. Afton, how old are you? do you know if she has any other relatives that-"

"no" he quickly cut me off, and i raised a brow as i looked at him waiting for the whole answer.

"As far as i know... her mother died years ago, and her father, well..." the man let out a sigh before he looked away. "Her father? what about him" i asked as i wrote down everything he was telling me.

"He has always been rough with her...beating her and, hurting her" i quickly looked at the girl who still looked frozen in place, the man was pointing at the bruises on her arms and legs.

"I'm sorry that she had to go through that" i told him quietly, before i made a sign for another officer to come quickly. Her father had to be arrested quickly. The man only nodded, but kept his attention on the girl, i could tell he cared deeply for his girlfriend, but... poor girl, what a living hell she had to go through in her life.

"If you can wait for the ambulance to arrive, you can get to the hospital with her and stay there just to make sure that she will be ok" i said as i placed the pen away in my pocket again, the documents under my arm as i walked towards the man. "I truly hope she gets better" i said as i offered my hand for a handshake.

"Thank you, officer" he replied as he shook my hand firmly, i simply nodded and turned away, our job wasn't done.

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I woke up startled, panting and sweating, it was another nightmare but... i couldn't remember what it was about. I tried to calm down, brushing my hair out of my face, i had no idea what time it was.

As i rubbed my face slightly to finally wake up, i hear small thuds outside my room, i chuckled slightly before the door opened.

"Mommy! you're awake!" Michael said as he ran towards me, still in his pajamas, he had something in his arms.

"What you got there, little man?" i asked with a smile as he giggled happily. "Happy Birthday mommy!" he said as he offered me the small bouquet of flowers once he had gotten closer to the bed, I smiled brightly as i grabbed them, not before hugging him tightly and thanked him in a soft whisper.

"Happy Birthday, beautiful" i heard his voice as he walked into our room, holding a bouquet of roses in my favorite color.

"William..." i said in a whisper, smiling softly at him, my husband. "You didn't have to" i said as i tried to stand, letting go of Michael who was still pretty much excited about my birthday.

"It is only fair to my beautiful wife" he said as he got closer to me and hugged me tightly before he kissed me, "I love you".

"i love you too" i replied with a soft smile, as Michael giggled happily and hugged us both in between our legs. "And i love you too, mommy!" i laughed as i heard him, kissing his little face, happy and thankful for that moment, something i cherished dearly. I had a happy life and a beautiful family. What could go wrong?

[museofnyx]

Hey everyone! i’m currently working on every project and exams due for next week as im a med student, i hope yall understand that is hard for me to balance the writing process and studying many subjects at the time as i have little time to do so.

Keep in mind that im still working on the fic and i’ll be updating as soon as i can! i appreciate every comment and support for my content!

[museofnyx]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄| William Afton Fanfic

PART 3!! NON CON/Sexual abuse! Part 2 here!!

There are many obvious things that are 18+ appearing in this story to work, so just ignore the post if you don't like it, don't report it please!

Warnings: NSFW🔞, mentions of death, torture and unhealthy relationships, age gap, perv!William. Violent acts are descrived in very graphic way. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU!!!

"So… Nina Hoffmann, right?" the lady before me asked as she gave me a light smile. I was looking around the room as i kicked my legs slightly, the chair was too high for me but i hummed in response to her. i watched her writing something down but i couldn't tell what it was "…how old are you sweetheart?" she asked warmly. "twelve" my voice was barely louder than a whisper and my eyes were still focused everywhere else but on hers. "…alright Nina, everything is going to be just fine… you just need to answer a few questions to the doctors that will be treating you okay?" she said as she looked at the little girl, a huge bruise that covered her left eye and visibly malnourished, many bruises and cuts were along her legs and the woman couldn't feel but guilt for the poor kid. Such a hard life at a young age.

"…Hoffmann, you're making it really hard to make any progress" the doctor told me once again in his office. i stayed silent, looking down at my feet as i was lost in my own thoughts. "you're sixteen, Hoffmann…you can't keep up like this" my eyes slowly traveled up towards him, i didn't answer yet. "My dad can no longer afford my medication" i replied quietly as i picked the skin on my fingers, some of them had dried blood. "he has stated it many times…i can't keep showing up" and with that i quickly stood up, walking towards the door and rushing to the car where my dad was waiting. "you did cut em off?" he asked as i got in and closed the door, he didn't even look at me. "i did" my response was quiet, i had always feared him. "good…i don't need any of those fuckers to tell me how i'm supposed to take care of my own kids or be telling you how you're supposed to act" he said as the engine started and drove off to our house. "you can get your own shit together" he said in that tone i hated, still, there was no reply from my behalf.

I can make it work on my own, i can fix myself on my own…you're strong Nina, c'mon.

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The faint smell of blood started to fill my senses, i slowly started to open my eyes not knowing where i was laying. A bright light and a ringing sound made me flicker and i covered my eyes for a second.

My head was pounding but i finally managed to open my eyes and look around, my hair was sticking to the left side of my face and my forehead was covered in blood, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝… it was my watch.

𝟕:𝟒𝟓 𝐩𝐦… oh no. no no no. Desperation started to fill up my entire body once more. Fear.

"So you're finally awake" a light chuckle was heard on the other side of the room " i was starting to worry but i didn't hit your head that hard" the man in purple said as he stuffed away the rabbit suit. I could see blood in the room and i couldn't help but to panic again. my eyes were filled with tears all of a sudden and i was struggling to catch my breath. "Who the fuck are you? let me go!" tears poured down my face again when i saw him holding a knife covered in blood. He laughed at me "Oh darling… do you really think i'm letting you go? You could've got me busted if you kept looking for your dead brother" i could hear how he placed the knife down somewhere in a surface. "What? -no, no no no, what do you mean!?" i screamed when i saw him dragging another kid.

I couldn't believe what i was seeing, he never said a thing to me while he killed that child, he ignored every single scream and word that came out of my mouth. There wasn't much i could do as i was tied up in a metal table. My throat was hurting from all the screaming, tears never stopped. I finally saw the other bodies, my soul left my body when i recognized Daniel's shirt amongst the other kids. What was i going to do now? He was going to kill me too and i hoped for it to be painless. I prayed and prayed for someone to hear me but no one seemed to be there, no one heard me crying out for help.

"You're really fucking loud love, no one is going to save you, i thought you had already figured that out" he told me as he got closer to my sight, his tone was violent and angry. I could see his purple shirt stained in blood, he was trying to clean up his hands and some of his face. He grabbed my face, a wide smile spread across his face. "You're really beautiful… what should i do with you now, huh?" he wiped a single tear from my cheek, almost sounding caring. "What's your name hun?" he said getting closer but i didn't answer back. "C'mon Nina, didn't your parents show you some fucking manners?" He almost yelled and grabbed my hair angrily. "Why do you ask if you already know it" i replied with my raspy voice, dried tears along my face that burned somehow. "Just wanted to be polite… you seemed very nice while talking to your friend but you're just a brat" he smashed my face against the table.

I let out a cry and tried to keep up with his game, maybe he would let me go if i was nice to him. "I don't know your name" i said with a shaky voice, i was so scared of what he might do. He chuckled a little while he caressed my cheek. "My name is William, it's nice to meet you darling" he tried to clean up some of the blood in my face but i still felt uncomfortable, i couldn't hold back my tears.

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"Nina? Danny?" Cameron asked as she walked out of the dining place, she was supposed to meet her friend there. There was no sight of them, and she guessed they had already left a while ago. "Cameron! come back inside!" her mom said. "Ok ma, it's just- i don't know, something feels off, i was supposed to meet Nina here before they go" she said as she looked around in the street, there was no one in sight. "Don't worry, they might have been in a hurry" her mom said quickly trying to reasure Cameron "you know how they are; we will check up on her later, we can call their parents" Cameron's mom told her not giving it to much attention. "Yeah" Cam replied slowly as she walked back into the pizzeria, hoping her friend and her brother arrive home safely.

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Right before i knew his hands started to trail down my body, my heart started racing and more tears started falling down my face.

"No, no no no!, don't touch me!" i screamed while i wiggled so i could get his hands off of me, which only caused his grip to become harsher and stronger. "Stop moving Nina, you'll enjoy it as much as I will" he said muttering. Nothing but desperation and fear filled my mind as he didn't stop. His hands pulled up my skirt slowly and touched every single inch of the skin in my legs and thighs. "So soft…so pretty and all mine" he looked at me with darkened eyes. he was clearly enjoying everything, pure lust could be seen in his eyes and felt on his touch.

No matter how much i screamed, how much i tried to kick him with my legs, he kept going. Slowly pulling down my panties until they were on the floor. A clacking sound made me come back to my senses and then i realized what it was about, he was unbuckling his pants. His hands were now holding my legs apart, spreading them with strength. I felt so dirty and disgusting, i only prayed for my death. The sight of the bloodied man right in front of me made me sick. Silent tears were rolling down my face, i was paralyzed and still, there wasn't much i could do, i was tied up there. A sharp pain came to my body and made me snap out of my thoughts, he was doing it, he was raping me. Going in and out in a desperate way, his breath was ragged. "so tight" he said in a groan. My legs were hurting, but he never stopped holding them tight. My mind was blank, i could hear him faintly, his skin slapping against mine, his groans, i just wanted that moment to end. My head was being pushed onto the table so i couldn't really see him, but he made me snap out of my thoughts again. "You feel so good darling" he said with a deep groan. How disgusting i felt with his comment, i couldn't scream or cry anymore, i felt empty. "God… i can feel it, can you feel it too?" he said panting "you're taking it reaaally good, Nina" he said as his thrusts became harder and sloppier. And then i felt him releasing inside me, blood and some other fluids ran down my legs as he pulled down my skirt. He looked at me with a creepy smile zipping up his pants , he said something but i couldn't hear and so… there was a loud ring on my head, i just wanted everything to end.

The only thing that came to my mind was my brother. Was someone going to find us?

[museofnyx]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄| William Afton Fanfic

PART 2!! part 1 here!! part 3 here!!

Hey everyone! i managed to finish editing the second part earlier than i thought, i had some free time after college so i did my best with it. I hope you enjoy reading it and if so let me know! i appreciate every comment and like! There are many obvious things that are 18+ appearing in this story to work, so just ignore the post if you don't like it, don't report it please!

Warnings: NSFW🔞, mentions of death, torture and unhealthy relationships, age gap, perv!William. Violent acts are descrived in very graphic way. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU!!!

"Nina…can we stay a little longer? pleaaase…" Danny told me as he pouted slightly, we were at the park in a playground, and he still had some energy left. Kids. I let out a sigh, there was an upturned smirk on my face that showed how i didn't like the idea, it was a little past 7 and we could get in trouble for getting home late. "…i don't know, Dan" i told him quietly as i looked at my watch. "pleaaaasee just a little longer, Nina!" he almost whined while asking and begging for some more time at the playground. I let out a sigh before i looked around, but finally gave in. "Fine…but not too long because we'll have to run back home" i said quietly, and as soon as i said the last word he ran back to keep playing. A light smile appeared on my face, if he was happy, so was i.

The burning pain of my dad's belt was horrendous, even worse being hit on my naked back while his belt was wet just so that it could hurt me a little more.

"What did we talked about being late?!" he yelled at me while i felt another sting, pain rushing through my back quickly. The sound of leather hitting my skin was filling up the room, i could only let out silent tears as i sobbed quietly. "i-i'm sorry… it was not even 8 alre-" before i could finish i felt another hit, this time towards my head as my dad had yanked my hair, my head hitting the wall harshly. "SHUT UP!!!" his voice was filled with rage. "I never asked for an explanation!!"

Minutes went by. It felt like an eternity. I was now laying down on my side on the floor...crying. He had already left a while ago after he got tired of hitting me. Everything was hurting and i could barely move. Danny was standing in the door, watching me silently, but before he could do anything, Dad closed the door to my room leaving me alone without help. I was left locked up again…

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Minutes went by as i played with Cameron in the arcades, we wanted to have fun after all.

"Shit, can't this place be any more fucking boring?" she said as i giggled at her honesty. "Well, it's a place for kids, where fantasy and fun come to life" i replied back quoting that cheesy promo. "Ha-ha, how funny" Cam replied with a sarcastic laugh. "You know… i think we should get going" i told her while letting out a quiet sigh "it's almost 7:00 pm and i don't want my parents to be worried about us...i'll go get Danny" i said a little anxious, but trying to remain calm. "Nina, you know we can drive you both home…the kids are having fun" she said to me with a soft smile. "I know, thanks for that but i don't want to cause you guys any trouble, it's still early and we can walk home" a light reassuring smile appeared on my face, she was a good friend. "K, i'll see you outside then"

I nod back at her as i made my way to look for my brother, i had seen him amongst other kids playing around with balloons. The panic started to rise, he wasn't anywhere near i looked for. Anxiety filled my chest and thoughts. Desperation. Where was he? i had just seen him with some other kids. I ran to the restrooms as soon as tears started to pour down my face, i knew something was wrong but Danny couldn't have just vanished like that. I knew he was still there; it was just my own mind playing some tricks after all. I was lost in my own thoughts trying to get myself back together. Breathe in, breathe out…just like they showed you, c'mon Nina. My mind was too busy controlling the slight tremble of my hands as i splashed some water on my face…so i never heard that man getting inside the room.

"Jesus, i-im sorry, i didn't see the women's sign" a man said with a rushed voice. He sounded out of breath, panting. I quickly looked at him, startled and slightly scared as i heard his voice, he was struggling to get springbonnie's mask off. "You're the s-security guard" i told him as i tried to wipe away my tears, quickly recognizing him. "…Yeah, it was just too crowded with those kids… and this suit isn't helping. I feel like im getting roasted in here" some kind of huffed laugh was heard from him as he finally took off that mask and smiled at me, it didn't last long though as he saw the current state i was in. "…Are you okay?" i could see genuine concern in his face so i opened up. "…No, i-i'm sorry" i doubted at first but continued as i stuttered "i just-it's just that i started to panic because… i can't find my little brother and i-i came here to try to calm myself down" he started to get closer to me as i explained my situation. "Oh, well you did good… your brother must be playing around still" a comforting tone was heard on his side "why don't we go outside so i can help you out?" he said with a reassuring smile holding his hand out to me. "okay…thank you sir" i told him smiling softly and wiping away some more tears. i tried to trust, hoping everything would be alright. "No problem, it is my job after all" he said while waiting for me to walk out. I looked back to get some more paper towels to clean my face and as i was throwing them in the bin i felt him grabbing my hair and hitting my head against the sink.

Everything turned black as i lost my consciousness.

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"Happy birthday Nina!, we love you!" My parents said as they held a cake towards me, i had just woken up and still was in bed, a bright smile appeared on my face as i saw them, Danny jumping towards me on the bed so he could give me a big hug "Happy birthday to the best sister!" "you're 18 now sweetie!" my dad said as he hugged me too, a light smile on my face as i nodded slightly, i was almost done with my teen years. "you've become a beautiful young woman, Nina" mom said as it came her turn to hug me, a bright smile on her face "thank you guys" i said to them quietly, deeply grateful.

It was a bright day, i was finally able to have a happy birthday. Everyone was smiling and chatting…somehow not paying any attention to me. Wait. The clock showed a different time…and i had just woken up, right? 7:45 pm…what was going on? I could no longer hear anything, as if i were underwater…i don't get it. Mom stared at me for a second, before smiling gently at me, still, her smile was off… "I still remember when i held you in my arms for the first time sweetie!" my mom said holding back some tears. "But it's time to wake up, Nina" she said as she got closer to me, holding my face tightly, i was breathing hard as fear started to fill up my body. "WAKE UP!!!"

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I couldn't understand a thing that was happening, everything was blurry as i tried to open my eyes and my whole body ached.

"What is this place?" I asked myself, when all of a sudden i distantly hear again those kids screaming in their own happiness.

The fresh smell of blood was everywhere, as i started to panic again i heard his voice... everything started to make sense. "you're finally awake"

[museofnyx]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄| William Afton Fanfic

Hey everyone! i hope you enjoy what i write, and if so i would like you to let me know. This is part of a story i tried to upload to Wattpad before but was unsuccessful due to the lack of time i had as I'm in college, but still, i wanted to give it a try here on Tumblr ;) There are many obvious things that are 18+ appearing in this story to work, so just ignore the post if you don't like it, don't report it please!

PART 2 HERE!! part 3 here!!

Warnings: NSFW🔞, mentions of death, torture and unhealthy relationships, age gap, perv!William. Violent acts are descrived in very graphic way. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU!!!

Today was supposed to be a special day, i thought my life was good, i thought i would have a wonderful life like the one my mother always portrayed for me... how could a perfect girl like me could be ruined in a matter of hours?

I couldn't understand a thing that was happening, everything was blurry as i tried to open my eyes and my whole body ached.

"What is this place?" I asked myself, when all of a sudden, I distantly hear those kids again, screaming in their own happiness. My vision was blurry and i was trying to focus my sight really hard.

The fresh smell of blood was everywhere, as i started to panic again i heard his voice... everything started to make sense as i recovered my consciousness, i was doomed and there was nothing i could do.

𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚.

𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚.

I screamed until my throat bled. No one was coming.

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩.

𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚.

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚... 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚.

𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚... 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚.

𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖, 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚. 𝘿𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚.

𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚?

My life changed when Danny was born, me being 12 years older than him was hard, i had always wanted a sibling but i was too old and impatient to be able to play with him one day. Time had gone by so fast that i only realized i was just the babysitter to my little brother when he started walking. I never really cared about it, i loved taking care of Danny, we both enjoyed to go for a walk on Sundays and then get ourselves some ice cream on the way home. There was much to do this summer, Danny wanted to celebrate his birthday at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, this stupid restaurant with animatronics and live performances. I tried to convince him otherwise, but he stood his statement. He wanted his birthday party at Freddy's.

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"Mom!" i yelled coming down the stairs. "We're leaving, is Danny ready?" "i am!!" Daniel yelled back as he waited at the door for me, holding in his arms a present. I walked towards him with a smile, holding his hand ready to go. "Oh! and Nina, try to be careful please and be back on time" i heard as soon as we both stepped outside, my mom warning me before we leave. "We will ma, don't worry" i said quietly as i closed the door behind me.

Danny and I were on our way to Freddy's, my friend Cameron had invited us to her sister's birthday party and of course my brother was not going to miss a chance to be there with those animatronics. Mom and Dad had placed a curfew, we had to be home at least at 8:00 pm, not a minute late. It was ok though, we had at least 3 hours to be surrounded by pizza and music.

"I can't wait to get there Nina! i want to see Bonnie again!" he said filled with joy. "You will have time to do everything you want Dan" a slight smile appeared on my face, if he was happy, so was i. "And can we get some ice cream on our way back, then? Pleaaasee" "Sure, just if you don't tell mom"

And with that, Daniel couldn't stop talking about how much he'll enjoy this day.

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As soon as we arrived to Freddy's i made sure to tell Danny some safety rules, no sooner than i finished did he ran away to play as every other kid would. My friend Cameron greeted me and i handed her the present we got for her sister. I was happy to see her. We sat down on a table where we were able to take a look at our siblings and where we would also be visible to them in case something happened.

"So, what are you going to do now Nina?" Cam asked me but i was lost in my own thoughts. "Hey, is everything ok?" she said as she moved her hand closer to my eyes, waving slightly to pull me back to reality. I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly looked her way, "Yeah... it's just that i feel like someone is watching me" my voice came out quietly, as if i were telling her a secret, i was feeling uncomfortable and my face clearly showed it. "Don't worry too much about it, we're surrounded by people" she said giggling. "Yeah, i guess so" i responded with an uneasy smile.

We both chatted for a while, i had told her my plans about moving out for college and all that stuff, she seemed to be very excited about our future and so was i. Unfortunately, i couldn't see the man that was eavesdropping our conversation, maybe if i had paid a little more attention i would have known better that my anxiety was not tricking me.

"Well, i know for sure i won't be getting married soon, i don't want kids, i've had enough with the kindergarten at home" Cam told me as she bit her slice of pizza. I laughed at her comment; she had four siblings and i was pretty sure she meant what she said. "Yeah, me neither, besides we're still young to be thinking about that" i told her in response while eating my last strand of pizza.

We kept talking but i slowly got lost in my thoughts again, i still felt someone watching me and i was looking carefully around me to see who it might be.

"Nina, you sure you ok?" Cam snapped her fingers at me. "Yeah...yes i'm ok, i'm sorry" i smiled at her while i apologized for not paying attention to her, trying to reassure what i was feeling.

As soon as she started talking again i looked at a pair of gray piercing eyes that were already looking at me. The man in a purple shirt smirked when i caught him staring at me, i quickly noticed the security badge on his shirt and as soon as i looked straight into his eyes my whole body shivered.

"Cam, that man... he is the one that has been looking at me the whole time" i told my friend completely startled, my voice was slightly shaky and i could feel a cold shiver down my spine. "Don't worry Nina, he's the security guy, that's his job" she said almost rolling her eyes. "They have to look out for everyone"

I decided not to follow that conversation anymore, maybe my mind was tricking me again so i decided to go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. "Could you watch out Danny for me? I have to go to the restroom" i asked Cameron while standing up. "Sure, don't worry" ================================================

The uneasy feeling was not leaving my body and i had already damped my face with water several times, i quickly looked at my watch as i wanted to go home as soon as possible. "Fuck, it's almost 6:30...it feels like we've been here for ages" i thought to myself.

I fixed my hair and looked at myself in the mirror one last time before i got out the bathroom. I was going to look for Danny just so that we could leave but Cam wanted us to stay a little longer. "We still haven't got cake!" she said with a big smile, hugging me and holding me by my shoulders as she guided me back to our seats at our table.

I was finally calming down as i no longer saw that man, now i could enjoy my slice of chocolate cake. Daniel came running to us in a silly way just so that he could get a slice too and i couldn't help but laugh at the thought.

He seemed very happy, all he spoke about was the games he played and the other kids that played along with him, but he stood quiet all of a sudden, i got worried quickly but a big smile appeared on his face. And there it was. I felt a big hand on my shoulder, "It's Springbonnie! look Nina! and he is smiling at you!" he said with great joy, his eyes almost seemed filled with sparkles as he looked behind me. "Hey little man! Do you want to join us for the big party? We have lots of prizes!" A high pitched and squeaky voice echoed in my ears. It was clearly a man's voice...just, in the role of the mascot. "Yes! I do want to go!" Daniel didn't think about it twice to answer him. "I'm sure your pretty sister would want you to have some fun, right?" And as the yellow rabbit said that i looked to my side, the same gray eyes were staring down at me. The panic flooded my body and i couldn't say a word. "Sure! it's still early, everyone can have some fun and relax!" i heard Cameron say. "You can go with Springbonnie and all your friends Danny!"

I slowly felt his hand letting go of my shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine. I snapped out of my thoughts when i heard all those kids screaming and having fun, i looked at my friend. "You see? everything's ok, there's no need to worry, you both will be home on time" she smiled softly at me.

If only i knew that was a lie, if only i had trusted my gut. If only...