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An extremely loud electronic screeching noise echoed through the room, whirring, quickly followed by pained and panicked screaming, that was quickly followed by nothing else at all, except for the thud of impact that a piece of metal hitting a desk made. A gross, gooey noise filled the room, infiltrating the eardrums of the kids from the other room, ringing in their ears. It wasn't exactly satisfying for the other kids to hear that when they were just trying to relax. After a while, they all got tired of it, truly. You can't blame them. Not Cassidy. It fueled the vengeful girl to keep going; the satisfaction of the thought that, in that very moment, he must have been so scared. So scared, he could only yelp in fear, pain, perhaps surprise, before his very life fleeted for.. Oh. How many times had it been now? She stopped keeping track. Nevertheless, needless to say, this was everything that Cassidy had ever wanted. He's so powerless. He's so small. Compared to her, he is prey. But a mouse, and Cassidy felt like a snake. A snake with fangs, fangs so tipped and pointed, she'd drag them across his skin and infiltrate his nervous system with venom, because that's what happens to prey when they wander into the wrong territory. When they don't mind their own business. When they don't mind the space of others. And that, he has.
The raven haired girl practically tip-toed toward the desk the man's face was planted onto. She watched her step very carefully, seeing as she wasn't exactly too keen on stepping on any of his brains that had leaked out of his skull onto the floor, bloodying the tile of the ground. She stepped in his brains with her boots more than once. It was gross. She stared down at the man that she was torturing. Asides from the occasional twitching, he had absolutely no sign of life. She heard a very quiet and light gasp from him, and she groaned, narrowing her eyes at him. She had a look of pure hatred. She waited half-patiently for him to finally die, and surely enough, after a while, he did. Eventually. She stared at his lifeless and dead corpse for a moment. She learned not to be too quick to bring him back, because she wanted to.. Allow him very short, and temporary, relief. So she can take it away immediately. After she started doing this more, she noticed that it drove him mad. He's more gone than he was before, somehow. She wanted him to catch a glimpse of heaven. What could have been. What he could have had, if he weren't such a filthy, disgusting, impure insect.
She grabbed the head of the robot that was his prison. Springtrap had a little bit of gross caked and ashy fabric that was similar enough to strands of fur, in the sense that Cassidy could grab it, and it'd slip through her fingers. She lifted his head up and looked him dead in his face that was covered in blood, some of his brains still rolling down his face. His eyes were bloodshot. It was a gross sight. He was gross. She smiled, though. She smiled at him in this disgustingly albeit hilariously fitting fate that he had earned himself.
"Better luck next time."
And with that, she was gone. Once again outside of his reach, yet so close at the same time. Torture. She had tried to stay once, for the fun of experiencing it for herself. She wanted to watch him struggle against the constant overstimulating and overwhelming dread of every single thing that he has ever done wrong coming back for him. But alas, as soon as he spotted her, he spat curses at her. He called her a bloody bitch. What a funny word, Cassidy thought! He was gross. Gross enough to the point it was kind of funny, so she laughed. Until he tried to grab her. She didn't like that part as much. She didn't find that funny. She doesn't visibly watch him anymore. She keeps her distance; she knows her limits.
It was a room that she had made specifically for herself. It wasn't much; hardly prettier than the room she had assigned William. Just a table with multiple camera monitors atop of it. It was through here she'd watch him suffer. He was partly unaware, but she liked to think that he knew somehow. So, she waited for him to begin his next night of torment. His next night of sitting idly as all he can do is try and fend off his creations. His mistakes. But he never did. She tilted her head at the monitor, waiting for him. It wasn't exactly unusual for him to take his time, especially after dying. It was of no surprise that he would need a bit of time to process. That's all, she thought. But he just.. Didn't. She kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Nothing happened. He didn't do anything, he didn't start the night, he just remained in that little.. Void of his. She grumbled and kicked her feet around. She wanted him to do something. She needed to watch him suffer now, or she would snap, she felt like. She waited a little bit. A little bit longer. Just a bit longer. She waited. OKAY, she had enough.
The man just pathetically laid there, on the ground, on his knees, staring up at the selection screen that read 'start night' before him. I can't do this, he thought. Not again. He can't do this. He's tired. He's fucking tired of it, he's so exhausted. There was absolutely nothing forcing him to load up the game that begins his torment, he did it on his own. He had two options; he either sat in the empty space with nothing but his thoughts. His thoughts weren't good thoughts. Or he could load up the game and actually do something. He always picked the second option, he was tired, though. He was going to hold out this time, because Cassidy counts on him losing his sanity with nothing but his thoughts. He knows that. So, he was going to play the waiting game with her. Couldn't be too hard, right?
Oh. Oh, she was here. The man turned his head and peered at the girl who was the reason he was trapped here. She was considered somewhat tall for an eight year old, and knowing what she was capable of, she was more intimidating than William wanted to admit. She also constantly wore that damned Golden Freddy mask. William hated that mask, he wish she'd take it off so he didn't have to look at it. He hated her. She hated him just as much back.
"Cassidy," he spat, malice seeping through his words. But it was hardly out of anger, he knew better than to respond to moments like these with anger. He knows Cassidy better than that. She hesitated to respond to him, she only raised her head at the man. He was disgusting to her, cowering on his knees, begging her, as if he were a cockroach. "You can't do this." She hissed at him. He closed his eyes tightly at the sound of her voice; he didn't like hearing it. "Whatever it is you think you're accomplishing, stop. "
The urge to roll his eyes at the girl was, surprisingly, no longer there, or at least as strong as it had been the first few years he'd been trapped in this prison of his. He hardly had the energy to be sassy anymore; he was just so tired of this. He wanted out. "This is not fair,"
Cassidy once more lowered her head to stare at him, with her one single intact eye. It let out a small, gentle, yet piercing white glow through the holes of the mask she wore. The other eye hole was nearly pitch black, nothing looked back at him through that one. But if he looked closely enough, he noticed a cross mix between flesh and scarred tissue behind it. William only got to see Cassidy's face after her death once, and it was their first confrontation, when she got him spring locked. Her entire body was pretty torn up, but the worst of it was her face. The entire right side was littered in scars and nearly all the skin was gone, just leaving an unpleasant sight of mangled flesh and tissue. That's not the reason she wore the mask, though. She wore it because she knew it made William uncomfortable.
"NOT FAIR?" She spat back. She barred her teeth through her mask, he saw. She was pissed. She had an odd effect on others, when she was angry, everyone else near her become irritated, too. That was just the effect of how vengeful her spirit was. Go figure. Her mood was not helping Williams, at all. "You, you fucking bitch," he practically growled, his voice low. He didn't have any words in the moment. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to hurt her bad , but he couldn't. He knew that. He wasn't going to try, either. "It's been YEARS. " he yelled, his voice cracking pathetically. If Cassidy weren't so agitated, she would have smiled a bit at his voice crack. She thought things like that were kind of funny. She didn't have it in her to laugh right now, though. "EVERYONE ELSE MOVED ON, WHY WON'T YOU?"
Cassidy stared at him in disgust. She knew that's exactly what he was counting on. He was counting on her giving up and moving on. She wouldn't let it happen. She would not move on. She wouldn't, and nobody could convince her to. Absolutely no one. She kept her gaze on him, fixated, and she wouldn't take her eyes off of him. Eye contact was never her thing, but if it meant scaring William, she'd put that aside.
She walked toward him, and at first, he wanted to scamper away, but he wouldn't have been able to get up or get away that quickly. She stood up on her toes in an attempt to tower over William, and it didn't exactly work, but, eh. It was worth an attempt. She kept her cold and striking gaze fixed on his soul. She didn't look angry this time, even though she was. She just stared at him, blankly. It succeeded in making him extremely uncomfortable and nervous, he winced. "Stay here forever, or get back in there. Do whatever you want." The girl hissed in a rather monotone voice, except for when she put emphasis on 'get back in there', as if it's what she would have preferred. It was. William knew that, but Cassidy also knew that William would not stay out here. Not forever, at least. As much as he wanted to. As much as he wished he would. He wouldn't, it isn't who he is. Afton remained on his knees, on the non-physical ground of the space he was in. He hardly bothered moving. That is, until he eventually gives up at this waiting game. He always does.
Meanwhile, Charlie and Evan sat comfortably on the floor, playing cards with one another. They had heard William's unpleasant demise; I mean, how couldn't they? It was loud. Very loud, but they tried to pay no mind to it. So, the 7 year old boy and the 12 year old girl just happily played UNO, trying to take their minds off of what was going on. They stayed here willingly, they wanted Cassidy to know she isn't alone here. Even though they never got to interact with her, they still decided to visit sometimes. They intended it to be a nice gesture. Evan was winning so hard at this game, and Charlie was, naturally, a very competitive kid, despite being god awful at card games. So, it wasn't going too well. They bickered a little bit, but it wasn't bad. Charlie could never get mad at Evan. They were trying to pay all their mind to their game, but it was hard not to look up when they heard a door be basically thrown open and no less than slammed shut, followed by heavy footsteps of a storming girl. They both turned to look at Cassidy, who was clearly extremely disstressed. She was mumbling to herself and it looked like she was about to claw her own skin off, and as an inevitable result, it imprinted onto Charlie aswell. She felt very irritated in the moment, which wasn't an emotion she felt very often. She rolled her eyes toward Cassidy.
Evan, however, was unaffected, as he always is by her mind-bending abilities. He feels a lot of emotions, but anger is never one of them. Evan smiled faintly at the sight of Cassidy, his friend. Charlie wasn't as thrilled to see her, for obvious reasons. "Cassidy," She growled, unintentionally, as she sat the cards down on the floor. Cassidy wanted to ask them where they got found these cards, but she couldn't bring herself to utter a single word to anyone right now. Charlie stood up, tilting her head at the vengeful girl. "What is it this time?"
"HIM," Cassidy hissed in response, as soon as Charlie asked. She wondered why she even bothered asking; she knew what the answer she'd receive was going to be. She sighed. "Okay.". Evan watched the two, and he felt a little nervous, because interactions between Cassidy and Charlie were never exactly.. Completely friendly, or completely civil for that matter, either. They were polar opposites in terms of personality who had conflicting ideals and thoughts. "What did you do about it?" Charlie questioned, but she seemed to hesitate a slight bit. She didn't want to strike a nerve, although she was sure that she already had. She waited for an answer that she never got. Cassidy never responded.
She sighed, still feeling agitated and a little upset by Cassidy's weird psychedelic power thing. "Do you need anything, Cass? I can be here for you, if you want me to. I care about you, you know tha--" she would have finished, if she weren't cut off by Cassidy who very aggressively denied. Charlie once more tilted her head at the girl like she was insane, and she narrowed her eyes. She felt pissed off at her, but that was only because of her weird unintentional mind tricks. Charlie never felt mad TOWARDS Cassidy, Charlie loved and cared about her, a lot. Cass just irritated her to hell sometimes. "Okay, fine." Charlie grumbled, sitting back down on her floor, turning to Evan. "Do whatever you want." as she picked the cards back up. Cassidy chewed the inside of her mouth a bit, watching the two play their games. Evan looked like he wanted to say something, but decided not to. Probably because he just didn't know what to say. He's never been the best with words. Cassidy sat down on the ground, far away from Evan and Charlie, and watched them play cards. She just watched them play cards. It'll be okay, she told herself over and over again. She practiced a few breathing exercises Charlie had taught her while they were stuck in purgatory; it helped to calm her down. She was at a little bit of peace now.
A few hours had then passed of watching Charlie and Evan play cards. They were both well aware that Cassidy was watching them; neither of them seemed to mind. Charlie seemed to not acknowledge it at all. But after a while, Evan got a bit bored of playing cards. So with a hug and a childishly platonic kiss on the cheek, Evan went to go do something else; presumably his favorite thing to do around here, which was play with the soulless animatronics that were being kept here. They were like animals, except they weren't possessed by murdered kids, so it was fun this time! After he left, Cassidy was wondering if Charlie was going to say anything to her, but instead, she just got up and walked over to the girl. Charlie sat down right next to Cassidy, but with enough distance between the two at the same time. "Are you doing okay?" She questioned, her voice gentle and non-threatening like it was the last time. She just genuinely wanted to make sure Cassidy was okay this time.
"Yeah, I'm just.. Thinking." Cassidy replied, fiddling with a bit of her hair in boredom, or perhaps discomfort, and using her other hand to tap on the ground. "About what?" Charlie would ask, once again, sheer curiosity apparent in her voice, evident by how caring she sounded. Cass looked down at the ground, specifically where her hand was. She chewed on the inside of her mouth some more; a bad habit. She thought back to what her life was like when she was still alive. Granted, she doesn't remember much of it, but she does remember the part of her life where she had Charlie. That part of her life will forever be her favorite. They had a complicated relationship back then, to say the very least. They still do. Somewhat. They cared about eachother then, and they still care about eachother now. They just.. Hardly get any opportunities to express it to eachother. Perhaps right now can be one of those moments where they can..?
"About.. Us." Cassidy eventually settled on, giving her answer to the girl next to her. As much as she wanted to look Charlie in the eyes at that moment, she didn't. She couldn't bring herself to do that. So she didn't. Charlie hummed in what seemed like content acknowledgement, as she moved her hand slowly over to Cassidy's. She intertwined her fingers with those of the girl she oh so loved, causing Cassidy to jump slightly. She wasn't expecting physical touch from Charlie, but it was nice. It was welcome. Cassidy moved over a bit closer to Charlie, and nuzzled against her neck. She wrapped her arms around Cassidy, pulling her in a bit closer. "I'm still waiting for you," Charlie hummed quietly, but not exactly a whisper. Cassidy looked at the ground, almost ashamed in an odd way, but not ashamed enough to feel bad about her decisions. She didn't feel bad. "I can't leave, you know this. I have to--"
"You don't have to do anything, no." Charlie stated, a bit more assertive this time, but not aggressive in the slightest. Cassidy wouldn't leave it at that, although that's clearly what the moment was calling for. "You don't know that." Cassidy's irritable attitude in the moment was getting Charlie a bit agitated herself, but this was a nice moment between the two; they didn't get that often. So Charlie bit her tongue and didn't let it win. "I love you. We all love you, but I especially. You know that." Cassidy's nerves were a little calmed at that. Charlie moved down and kissed Cass on her eyelid through th hole of her Golden Freddy mask, causing the vengeful girl to giggle a bit. Charlie lit up at her laughs; it was music to her. "See? I love you." she chirped, rubbing Cassidy's hand. The two of them had a very comfortable, albeit rocky, relationship with eachother. In a way, they both used to be constantly all over each other while they were both alive. Charlie would hold and rub Cassidy's hand, and Cass would wrap her arms around Charlie's waist and bury her face in her neck. It wasn't out of the ordinary for them, it was normal for them. They hadn't done anything like that in a while, this was almost foreign to them; it was nice. They enjoyed it.
Neither of them wanted to say anything right now. They wanted to cherish and relish in this moment while it lasted, but Charlie had to break the silence. "You have to let go, Cass. I miss you." Charlie said, trying to make it come out casually, but at the end it was just practically a pleading whimper of desperation. Charlie just wanted the love of her life back. Cassidy hesitated for a moment. "He's not worth this. You've done enough." Charlie pulled away from Cassidy and looked her in the eye. "I know," was all Cass could bring herself to respond with. Charlie hesitantly raised her hand up to the girl's mask, and as soon as Cassidy ralized what she was doing, she stopped her and took it off herself. Charlie took a good look at all of Cassidy's features. They were beautiful to Charlie, even if they were all scarred. She was forcefully stuffed inside of the Golden Freddy suit while she was still alive, and William unwound all the spring locks of the suit, stabbing, crushing, and mutilating her. That's how she died. All of the kids kept the scars from their injuries, even as spirits, and Cassidy was no exception, so she had pretty nasty scarring all over her body. She was covered head to toe in them. She wasn't insecure about it; quite the opposite, really. She showed it off like a medal (mostly to Fritz, as he was the most interested). Charlie was happy that she was proud of it, because it was beautiful. It was apart of her, so it was beautiful. Charlie leaned down and placed another kiss on Cassidy's face, right underneath her eye on her cheek.
Cassidy smiled. "I love you. A lot." she hummed faintly. Charlie didn't have to say it back; Cassidy already knew. So they reverted back to silence. Things were once again awkward between them, as they still had the conversation of Cassidy letting go that needed to be had. Charlie couldn't keep dodging it by trying to cheer up Cass with affection; sh had to rip the band-aid off. "I need you Cassidy. But I can't stay here forever. I need to rest." Cassidy, for the first time since this tooth-rottingly sweet interaction of theirs, looked Charlie in the eyes. She swore she felt her stomachs doing flips as soon as Cassidy made and held eye contact with her. "I love you. You deserve this." Charlie said, softly. Her voic was always so soft. It felt warm in a way. Cassidy wanted to protest, but she knew Charlotte was right. She was always right. But she wouldn't let sentimentality get in the way of justice; she had William right where she wanted him. Right where she needed him. She wouldn't go anywhere. She won't let him rest.
"No.. No. I won't, I-"
"Cassidy, please,"
"I said NO!" she spat, angrily. So much hatred in her eyes, so much hatred towards the girl she loved the most. She got up, and she left Charlie, not having it in her to utter a single other word to her. As much as Char wanted to stop her, she knew she couldn't. There was nothing she could say or do about this. Cassidy would stay here forever, that much was certain. Charlie just balled her hands up into fists, trying to choke back her tears that threatened to fall. She just wanted to rest with Cassidy. That was all she wanted. She just wanted Cassidy, more than anyone. But it just wasn't reciprocated. As much as Charlie wished Cass cared as much about her as she did for Cassidy, they just wanted two seperate things, and neither of them could co-exist.
Charlie wanted Cassidy. Cassidy just wanted William to burn.