"So, let me get this straight, you nearly got decapitated by some... weird, possessed, psycho bear, but you escaped and now you're trying to help the Stitchwraith, which is also possessed, set itself free by collecting objects haunted by its agony?" The girl asked, attempting to recap what Millie told her.
"Yep. That's pretty much the story." Millie responded.
"I don't get it. I mean, I believe you, but how can you trust it? The Stitchwraith, I mean. How do you know it's not the thing that killed Sarah and all those other people? I mean, it's already killed several people." The girl asked.
"It was only defending itself." Millie said. "That still makes it a suspect! Its victims were found crying black tears, their bodies burned and withered. What if it's lying to you? What if this is all some elaborate trap to lure you into the waiting grasp of the bear thing and kill you for good so that you can't stop it?" The girl argued.
Millie had to admit, the girl was making some good points, but the Stitchwraith couldn't be the murderer of those people. It just seemed... way too obvious. There were other factors at play here, Millie knew that much. But, what she didn't know was what they were exactly. Truth be told, the killer could've been a lot of things, especially Funtime Freddy. In Millie's opinion, he was suspect number one.
Still, something about that conclusion didn't feel right. Honestly, Millie didn't have a real answer to this girl's questions.
"I don't really know myself. I'm still trying to put the pieces together. But, I know this, the Stitchwraith is innocent. It-... they couldn't have done this. There are things out there that are much worse than the Stitchwraith. I promise I will find out what happened to Sarah. When I do, I'm gonna make sure this never happens to anyone else ever again." Millie said.
The girl looked up at her. Millie could see a glimmer of hope in the girl's eyes. "Thank you. I... I hope you find out what's going on here." The girl said. Millie smiled. "Yeah... me too."
Millie started to walk out of the bathroom until the girl caught up to her. "Wait!" Millie turned around, not really expecting the girl to have more to say. Still, Millie listened.
"I... I want to help you." The girl said. Millie eyes widened in surprise. She wasn't expecting this, that's for sure. Millie didn't really want anyone to actually help her. All she wanted was leads, clues, not a partner. This girl could get herself killed. To be fair, Millie could also get herself killed doing this, but she didn't want to put any more lives at stake than she needed to. "Are you sure about this? You could get killed." Millie asked.
"I've spent months without knowing what happened to Sarah. Now that I do know what happened to her, I want to know more. I want to know why it happened. I want to help you find the answers. Besides... the more, the merrier." The girl said. Millie admired the girl's bravery, the girl that she didn't know what her name was. "Okay. First, you need to tell me your name." Millie said.
"I'm Abby. What's yours?" Abby said. "I'm Millie." They both shook hands. "So... we're partners now?" Abby asked, jokingly. "Yeah, I guess." Millie responded.
"So, do we need, like, a cool team name, or something?" Abby asked. Millie cocked an eyebrow. "No. We don't need a team name." Millie said. "I'll think of something." Abby said. Millie smiled, rolling her eyes at Abby's childishness.
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Oscar threw his hands in the air in victory. He finally caught up to Isaac and Raj on their bikes.
"I told you we should've gone faster!" Raj shouted at Isaac in defeat. Isaac sighed. "Alright, you won fair and square." Isaac then handed Oscar fifteen dollars and lightly pushed him.
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THE CYCLE OF TORMENT
FanfictionMillie Fitzsimmons barely survived the attempt on her life made by Funtime Freddy. Now, she is traumatized by the attack. She has constant nightmares. She cannot get any sleep. One day, she decides that enough is enough and that she had to find a wa...
