Tw!!! FNAF in general, smoking, gore.
The red flashes, the sound of an alarm. A voice, "It will only hurt for a second." So innocent, yet so worried. Then it happens. I wince and fall unconscious.
I start to question what happened as I get up, I look around at the room I am in and remember what had happened, I rush to get out, to get to the control panel. I reach it and hope it was all a weird dream, yet when I look in, I see them, my intestines. I want to throw up as I look at my own insides on the wall, and in the scooper. I feel sick to the head and rush to the bathroom. As I look into the mirror at my reflection, I see it. Blood, everywhere on my face, pale as a piece of paper. This can't be. I reach for my own abdomen to feel nothing but what all was left after the scoop. "How the hell!" Is all I managed to say as I left the bathroom. 'How, how am I still alive? I have heard stories about people getting their legs cut off and living, but never once has it been the most of their intestines!' I grab my keys from the "Office" and head out early to try and make it back to my house before anyone notices what happened.
As I walk through the dark streets of my neighborhood I start to wonder how I can fix this or at least cover it up, I can figure out how I am alive later. I reach for my keys and open the door into my house. "Finally. Somewhere that I can actually look in the mirror without having to worry about someone seeing me.
I make it up to my bathroom taking a step back and looking into the mirror, 'Holy shit, is that seriously what happened?' I see my mid section ripped out, part of my rib cage is showing, I have no stomach, no intestinal tract, just blood and flesh.
I open up the medicine cabinet above the mirror and pull out cotton pads, gauze, hydrogen peroxide and alcohol wipes. I pull out some gloves and proceed to try and clean what I think is a lung and half, and a few vital veins. As I placed the alcohol wipes on my wound, I felt it, the burning that happens. It stings like lemonade on chapped lips. I wince as this happens, yet try my best to stay standing and to get this over with. God, I wish Jeremy were here to help.
I cleaned what I could and wrapped my mid in cotton wrap and gauze. I sigh as I finally can lay down. My room, my safe haven, well anything is a safe haven away from my father. He had a saying, "I always come back." I have no idea what it meant, or what it means now. He might have gotten a bit messed up, hell really messed up from the spring suit incident. I take off my blood covered and ripped shirt to replace it with a new one that won't stain my sheets. I finally lay down and turned on my TV after a little dance of happiness to finally get that shirt off.
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It is just around the corner of 7AM, and I can't sleep. I have been picking at my nails and cuticles for hours now pondering about how I lived. I mean, I saw my own organs, and blood in both a mirror and in the scoop room. This intrigues me as I start to think of what William had said all those years ago. "I always come back." Rings in my ears as I quite literally can't sleep properly anymore due to doing 3d shifts almost my entire time working. I notice my hands shaking a bit, I haven't had a cigarette in a while, but should I really smoke right now with how I just saw my body? Eh, to Hell with it, why not? I'm practically dead already. If losing most of my vital organs didn't kill me, smoking sure won't. I grab my small hand held lighter and pull a cig from the box. I light the end and put the other to my mouth as I take the first puff in a while. It burns more than usual, but I can handle it. I grab my ashtray and sit up correctly so I don't mess up or burn myself from falling ash. Jesus, how am I still alive?
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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓶. Wʜᴀᴛ Dɪᴅ Yᴏᴜ Dᴏ? A Michael Afton Story
General FictionTW for as much as possible! The story will go along with heavy topics including death, gore, violence, the darker side of daddy issues, and ones corresponding to these!! This starts off where he was scooped and continues off from there. He is on a...
