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Decapitation.
That was what Millie decided was the best option. Well...the best option to die, even though not dying would be the ideal outcome. But alas, that wasn't a choice given by the watching, cold eyes of her captor. This was it, she was going to die...every time Millie thought about death, she thought that was what she wanted, but at this current moment, that was far from the truth. A loud, booming voice cut through the silence like a knife, it was that of the bear.
"W-Well, Silly M-Millie-! It seems our t-time has come to an end...count d-down with me!"
I don't want to die-
"Un!"
I said I was sorry, I am sorry, I'll change, I swear I will change.
"D-Deux!"
I can't die like this...I won't die like this.
"Trois!"
Time slowed, sound slowed, it was like the whole world slowed down. The metal, Millie saw that metal sheet, it was ridged, rusted, and from what Millie knew, wouldn't leave a clean cut. It would kill her, yes, but not straight away, it would leave her stuck in a state of agony for about a minute before letting her die, it would leave her body to slowly bleed out, the blood would coat the bottom of the bear's stomach like a twisted, crimson blanket...but the worst thing of all was that no-one would ever find her body. No-one would know what happened to Millie Fitzsimmons, maybe people would think she ran away, maybe they would think she just...disappeared off the face of the Earth, one moment she was there, the next, she wasn't...No...Millie wasn't going to known as a just another missing person, she wasn't going to be another victim to this psychotic bear, in a last, split-second attempt, the girl practically lunged towards the 'door' to the animatronic, shoving a bracelet she was clutching onto into one of the hinges, if this didn't work, she was done for.
Squeak.
Squeak.
Squeeeak.
The door gave way, the cold, winter air of her Grandfather's workshop slapping her in the face. Without wasting a singular second, Millie dove out of her previous coffin, falling face flat on the floor with a huff. It was just in time, the blade did cut a little bit of her hair off...but that was a thousand times better than loosing her head. Everything was silent, she swivelled her body around to face the animatronic. It rolled it's eyes forward to look at her, the metal sheet still in a vice grip; he was just...staring, staring at Millie with an almost...confused look, like he was almost dumbfounded that she managed to escape, but just as that confusion was there, it disappeared.
"L-Lambchop...you can't just leave...you are r-ruining the game-!"
The animatronic tried to stand up, it's metal joints popping with creaks and groans, then the sound of a clank. The bear had fallen back right onto it's behind...seems the thing could not stand.
Serves him right..
With that, Millie quickly scrambled to her feet, sprinting out the cluttered workshop, jumping over miscellaneous items of scrap on the way out.
It was snowing. Heavily snowing. The flakes coated the girl's black hair with a pure white. It only took a few moments for her to make it from the workshop to the front of her Grandfather's house, the decorations that she previously resented looked a lot more...welcoming at the moment. Millie took a second to try and 'fix' her appearance, she knew that her look was probably the thing she should worry the least about, but she couldn't help it...Millie took small, cautious steps up to the door, reaching towards the faded, brass doorknob, but stopped, hovering her hand just millimetres above it, what was she supposed to say to her Grandfather...?
Sorry that I have been gone for a while, I just snuck into your workshop and crawled inside of a random animatronic. He tried to kill me, but I'm back now.
He would obviously think she had hit her head or something, so she would have to make up. Millie finally grasped the doorknob, the feeling of the frozen handle easing her nerves slightly. She steadily turned the item, slowly cracking the door open, only enough so she could step inside. The house was a comforting warm, the smell of recently cooked cookies wafting through the air, the smell enveloping Millie like a blanket, making her feel feelings she had not felt in a long time. She made her way into the living room, it was still decorated in...less than perfect Christmas decorations, wrapping was scattered around the room like a colourful explosion went off.; Millie noticed a pile of presents under the tree, she presumed they were for her, then she turned her attention to the kitchen, the room of which being connected to the living area, her Grandfather was inside of the room, stood at a countertop, looking outside of a slightly messy window, even though Millie couldn't see the whole extent of his face, she could tell he was sightly sombre.
Was he looking outside for me...?
The girl made her way into the kitchen, her movement making soft thuds against the tiled floor. She silently shuffled towards the man, when she arrived, she gently tapped his shoulder.
"G-Grandpa...I-"
Millie couldn't continue her words, and that was due to the man whipping around and enveloping her in a tight hug. Millie stood stiffly for a moment, then moved a hand to awkwardly pat the other's back. She wasn't the best at hugging...
"Oh, Millie! You're okay-! I have been looking for you for hours...where have you been...? Me and the rest of the family have been so worried-"
Her Grandpa's voice was filled with worry, it made sense...she had left with no explanation...She felt a odd sense of guilt knowing the rest of her relatives had been looking for her...but the lack of their presence made Millie pretty sure they had left. Now was the hard part...how was she supposed to deflect this question...and she didn't. She stayed silent, her gaze now set on the floor...it seemed that her Grandfather caught onto her silence. He let out a sigh.
"Okay, Okay...we don't have to talk about it. But I can tell you're cold...how about I mix you up a batch of hot cocoa, you can then open your gifts if you are up for it.."
Millie nodded, hot cocoa sounded good. So did opening up presents. Millie moved back into the living room, taking a seat onto the couch, waiting for the other to make her drink. She could tell this was going to be a long night...