FNAF 6/SB: The Escape [ENG. VER]

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Chapter 6. First Stage.
"New Reborn"
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[Words: 1500]
[Duration: Medium]

Poor soulless creature.
Broken and damaged.
Just like us.
They think it's her, they think it's me, but they don't know how to count us.
Now I can see.
And I can see her.
I have not lost.
I have found a way out.
We don't want to leave.
But we don't want to let him go.
If he runs away, he will fly free.
Free and strong.
And with the flapping of his wings he will do damage.
He reminds me of a chimera.
Agile and fast as a ovine.
Fierce and terrifying like a feline.
Dangerous and poisonous like a ophidian.
With a difference.
It is real.
Open the eyes.
Look at the world around.
This is where we are.
The place to belong.
Now the time that advances has stopped.
I wonder, and she questions me.
Before, there was a belief.
That the angels were scary, that they had a horrible color, that they were frightening and terrifying to look at, in order to scare the demons away.
It was said that the fallen ones from hell looked good, with crystalline skin and shine in their hair, they were small and attractive, so that the most innocent would trust them.
Sometimes the book has to be judged by the cover, by its pages and by its signatures.
He has read you, he tore out your pages, he ruined your ink.
He didn't know how to see you as others saw you.
His red eyes only read between the lines, out of the corner of their eyes they see your words but they don't follow the paragraphs.
You wanted to read him, but you failed.
She will help you, this time you will not fail.
You went too ahead... Why don't you wait for the time to open the door?

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...Wake up...

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Are you lost?
Let me locate you.

The woman opened her eyes.
The cloudy view.
A deafening beeping in her ears.
She sucked in a breath, the oxygen coursing through her lungs.
She expelled smoke along with coughing, expelling blood from her mouth.
Her body flattened itself to the cold ground, dragging her hands and feeling her finger prints on the hard grass beneath her.
Everything was seen in incomprehensible shadows and sounds without distinction.
A stab of pain ran from her chest, through her shoulders, to her head and stopping at her forehead.
She sat on the floor dizzy and with a great desire to vomit her inside through her mouth.
She ran her hand through her hair rubbing hard to ease the pain.
Finally, her eyes adjusted, managing to function again.

- Where am I...? - The woman whispered disoriented.

She looked at the palm of her hand, stained a suspicious crimson.
She blinked for air again wanting to remember what was the last thing that happened.
She closed her eyelids and felt the air gently hitting her back and gently caressing her body.

She saw the monster in front of her.
An horrible being before herself.
Soulless white eyes, sharp claws on one of his hands, a harpoon on the opposite arm, huge jaws that would crush his preys, with dirty gold hue and maroon stains covering his chest, back, claws , and head of it.
It wasn't a monster, not exactly.

- Af..ton? - She managed to remember.

She felt a sharp pang in her chest at the memory of those words.
She brought her hand to her breastbone trying to ease her pain.
When she strangely felt an intruding object in that place, she lowered her eyes to it.
A knife, stabbed in firmly, but no blood came out, not anymore.
The pain was replaced by numbness. It wasn't miserable or powerful, it was annoying and exhausting.