Fnaf x Teen!reader :oh,god,why me?

Chapter 15

Mari's POV

I stepped into my room, it was beautiful! Everything fit so well, I had my box, a music box, a bed and a framed photo of us together. I smiled, reminiscing. She's done so much for me, took me in, cared for me, paid for me, loved me.for the first time in my life, I felt loved.

Walking close, my thin, sickly looking legs moved me to the picture, framed neatly in a baroque white frame. She was so beautiful, her smile, her eyes, her kind nature, it was too much to pass up, but everyone would be willing to fight.

I wished, with all of my heart, that she could love me, as more than a good friend. A bitter smile stretched upon my face. "yeah right, I'd never make it with her." Sighing sadly I placed a hand upon the picture. Caressing it lightly, I noticed somw writing in the corner.

'Mari + Y/n BFFs 4ever!' It read.

My spirits filling up again, I rushed downstairs for dinner with her we always had a delicious spread. Yesterday, we had some homemade chicken and chips. I felt a light scent tickle my nostrils from the kitchen. "What'cha makin'?" i questioned.

"today, we are having macaroni and cheese. l/n family recipe.2 she put the plate on the table, grabbed the cutlery, and we both dug in.

"so," she began. "how'd you like your new room?"

"its amazing, thank you so much!" I cheered, scoffing on the delicious macaroni.

"good to know you like it, that's where you'll sleep tonight." My face fell. "don't worry, if its too hard, you can come in with me, but soon, you'll have to sleep on your own."

"okay, thanks y/n."

After a delicious dinner, I decided to try and sleep in my new, comfy bed.

~~~time skip~~~

(warning! Triggers, this is where the reader's depressed side comes in. read at your own risk)

I awoke to some light, gentle sobs coming from downstairs. I rushed down, thinking y/n had hurt herself, but went gently, slowly, trying to be quiet.

Sneakily, I peered through the jar door gap and there she was. Slicing at herself. red poured from her wounds, but she showed no signs of stopping. It was almost as though she wanted to feel the pain. Once more, she sliced herself, letting her blood drip down. I dashed upstairs, in a terrified effort to comprehend it.

Why? What was she doing? I don't understand! Thoughts span around my head, twisting turning in a disturbing thought track. Was she doing it? She was on her own. Why though?

I couldn't figure out the answers consciously. Become my true form, I fell to sleep.

(trigger end)

Next morning, she wore long sleeves. I knew why. Tear tracks fell down her normally smooth, beautiful cheeks.

I wish she'd feel better.

I wish I could protect her.

I wish she could be mine.