A Dark Past (Aphmau FNAF meets MyStreet)

Chapter 16: Ghosts of the Past

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Aphmau's POV

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I turned.

"C...c...Claire?" I whimpered.

There, standing in front of me, was the ghost of my sister Claire.

But not the usual kind of white ghost.

Claire was in full color, and her entire body seemed to solidify as she neared me.

"Hello Aphmau." She smiled sadly.

Ignoring the gasps of 'Aphmau?' that went around, I hugged her.

Yes. 

I was hugging a ghost.

"Claire...I...I..killed them." I sobbed hysterically.

"Shhh...it's okay. You did the right thing." She soothed.

"Are you sure? What if....what if-"

"Aphmau, calm yourself. I don't blame you or Jay for what you did."

A few mutters of 'Jay? Who's Jay?' also went around.

I looked over my shoulder at him.

Still in his Foxy form, he saluted, a sad smile on his face.

Walking over to Claire, he tilted his head at her.

Purple Guy was no where in sight.

Coward.

That's all he'd ever be.

"Aphmau. You set them free. Look."

I looked at the limp animatronic bodies, and indeed, they were all glowing.

Guests backed away as four wispy figures fished themselves out of the wreckage.

The first was from Foxy.

A young boy, no bigger than 9,  red hair, golden eyes, and freckles splashed across his face, solidified from the red wisp.

He looked at Jay, smiling slightly.

Second was Freddy.

Another boy, maybe 10 or 11, with brown hair and brilliant sky blue eyes came out from a blue wisp.

He looked at his Freddy suit, and tipped a ghostly black hat to the animatronic.

Then, it was Chica.

A girl, maybe 6 or 7, with honey blonde hair, violet eyes, and a small baby bib that read, "Let's Eat!", came from a yellow wisp.

She gazed at her suit in part disgust, and nostalgia.

Lastly, Bonnie.

Andy, with his black hair and eyes, and a giant grin etched upon his ghostly features emerged from the green wisp.

They all looked at each other with recognition, and floated to Claire, who hugged Andy, a gray tear trickling it's way down her cheek.

"My baby." She cooed, stroking Andy's hair, who was crying.