(Completed!) The Gap Between us...(SpringTrap X Golden Freddy) Book 2

A Past to Remember

WARNING! 100% will involve blood, possible gore, possible cursing (although i would say I am 99.9% sure there will be no cursing) there will also be abuse, and lastly there will be violence. You have been warned!

Vincents POV (age 5)

25 Years Ago

"No Miss. I assure you he is getting proper care" My dad said, glaring at me with a book that said, *You better agree or off with your head* I gulped and nodded. "Alright well I'll get off your property I am sure you busy." Said the women who saw inside the house was a mess, she shuddered at the very sight of it. "I sure am." The women nodded and headed off. "NO NO PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME WITH HIM!" I thought to myself. Me and my dad watched the women's wave and drive off, leaving me in fear again. My dad shut the door and I backed away slowly as I could tell he was angry just from his off steady and abnormally loud breathing. "You just had to scream didn't you?" Dad said walking around me slowly. He always did this when he was mad which did not make things any better. "Y-You were hurting me." My dad stopped and glared at me, he knelt down and got close to my face, I could smell his breath which made me gag then he slapped me across the face knocking me to the ground. My eyes started welling with tears, "Oh I'm sorry did that hurt?" My dad mocked getting up, I nodded. "What?" I nodded again. "Sorry I can't hear you!" My dad leaned in closer with his hand behind his ear to hear better. "Y-Yes" Dad got up and and walked away then came back with a bat in his hand. My eyes widened when I saw the bat.

*Camera slowly zooms out of the house* "AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Vincents POV (Age 13)

"GET BACK HERE!" Dad yelled chasing me around the house. "NO!" I yelled back. Tears were streaming down my face as I was running trying to escape my dad. I ran through the kitchen and into the living room quickly making a right going upstairs so dad wouldn't see me. What I didn't expect was that my plan failed because he did see me. "AHA there you are come back here!" My dad said running at me. I ran forward into a dead end of the house and turned around with my back against the wall. "No *pants* where to go now huh?" My dad said coming at me slowly. Then I see him hold up a knife aiming it toward me. My eyes widened and I realized I needed to run. "Go ahead and run I love a moving target." My dad laughed as I was running toward the stairs. *Squeak!" I fell over a rubber duck landing on my head. *Thunk!* I looked up to see that the knife was right above me stuck into a wall, if I hadn't tripped who knows what could've happened. "Stupid duck." My dad said walking over slowly to me. I got up and started to run downstairs to find a hiding spot. I could hear my dad trying to get the knife out of the wall as I sped into the living room to hide behind the couch, but before I could my leg hit the corner of the coffee table and I fell straight onto my face blacking out.

I woke up to a very loud sound and tried to move but couldn't. "W-What the" I looked up to see dad humming. I tried to move my arms and legs but I couldn't because they were restrained. I looked up to see a circular saw twice the size of my head ahead of me. "DAD!" I yelled getting his attention. "Oh? Looks like your up, listen just shut up and make this simple for the both of us." Dad said angrily. "NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" My dad laughed and then stared at me. "I am avenging my wife, she died during childbirth because of you!" My dad has tears in his eyes now. "And now I am going to kill you." I started screaming for help but to no avail, we were in our basement with sound proof walls so I could not be heard. My dad started laughing psychotically as he slowly put me on a thing that would slowly roll me to the saw. "Have fun I am going out with some friend to go bowling." My dad said smiling wickedly at me, before leaving. "NO DAD! DAD! DAAAAAAAAAAD!" I screamed as loud as I could. My mind started racing, there was a saw about to slice me in half and me being a 13 year old shouldn't understand this but with what my dad has put me through I most likely know more about this stuff than the average adult. I tried to think rationally about what I could do but the loud sound and me panicking wasn't helping out. Then I realized I am wearing a belt. "AHA PERFECT!" I exclaimed thinking of a great idea. The idea was to get my belt off and throw it into the saw inevitably  jamming it (just pretend that it will jam it, it probably wouldn't in real life so just pretend) The only problem was though my arms were restrained. I steadied my breathing not listening to the saw about to slice me into two and evaluated my situation. "Ok so I need to get my belt off somehow and throw it in the saw jamming it." I thought to myself. I looked at what I was restrained in and I noticed it wasn't too tight around my wrists. "I might be able to slide my wrists out but I won't get out of this unscathed." I took a deep breath and bit my bottom lip to prevent me from screaming as I slowly started sliding my hand out, but was meet with a sharp pain. I could feel my skin slowly being ripped off a little. "WHAT IS UNDER THIS IT FEELS LIKE MINI SPIKES!" I yelled looking under the restraint, sure enough there were tiny spikes. I looked ahead of me and noticed that I was getting very close to the saw. "Oh no." I took a deep breath gathering up my courage and tried getting my hand out again. I screamed in pain and I could see blood dripping down my arm. (Heh this is almost like what you would see in a saw movie) I managed to get my arms out, but at a high cost. My arms had very deep cuts and they wouldn't stop bleeding so I must've hit a blood vessel. "Crap" I muttered before realizing I need to get my belt off. I slowly got my belt off but had trouble because my wrists had bad cuts. "Finally got it off." I sighed,sitting up. I saw the saw about 5 feet away from me still moving at a slow pace. I wasted no time and threw the belt into the saw. The saw made a high screech sound but slowly stopped. I layed back in relief and closed my eyes when I realized I was still moving. I sat up straight realized that I was still moving toward the saw, even if the saw stopped if I ended up moving into the saw it would still cause massive damage because the thing moving me will not stop. I started panicking again knowing what I did may have been in vain, I looked around to see if I could find a chain thing that may be connected to this making it move. I couldn't' see anything of the sort, then I realized "If it's nowhere to be seen than its under me!" I quickly looked under the thing to see a chain with all sorts of wire and stuff like that moving it. "So if I can stop this chain then the whole thing will stop." I immediately sat up getting my shirt off, I couldn't get my pants off because my feet were still restrained. I got my shirt off and tore it into smaller pieces and looked under to see the chain and threw my shirt into it hoping that it would jam it...it didn't "no no no no nooo!" The shirt didn't stop it at all and I was now panicking at what my last option would be, to slide my feet out. I started crying under pressure and looked to see that the saw was even closer now to my feet. I took bit my bottom lip and started trying to get my feet out. This was even more painful since my foot was laying flat I had to adjust my foot to be able to get through the spikes. Then I felt something sharp piercing my skin, I screamed and looked to see the saw was starting to pierce my skin. I felt a sudden adrenaline rush and hastily and roughly brought my feet out from the spikes. I quickly rolled off the thing onto the concrete floor. I looked to see that my feet were even worse than my wrists, the spikes had pierced my skin deeply along with the spikes. I tried to get up knowing that my dad would be back soon. As soon as I tried to stand on my feet the pain came straight back and I fell back down. I tried to steady my breathing, my vision fading in and out probably from loss of blood. Then I realized something "HE WANTED ME TO ESCAPE!" I sat up straight knowing that my dad wanted me too escape. He could have tighten the restraints but chose not to and he left enough room for me to be able to pull my hands out but not without hurting myself, same with my feet. He knew that I would escape this but knew I wouldn't escape the house due to blood loss. I started crying feeling helpless now and feeling like my dad had won. "Am I really that bad?" I cried out before drifting off into sleep.

You grossed out yet? No? Don't worry this is only the beginning it gets worse as it goes on. This was only a little of Vincents background you still need to know what happens when the dad gets home. :D So how did you guys think of Vincent's past? It took me awhile to write this but I still managed to get it out anyways lol. Anyways so me and my friend were talking we realized that we only have 5 chapters to go now until the end of the book, so this book will end sometime in april reason why is because I have EOC's coming of (End Of Course) basically like map testing for you non high schoolers out there and april and May are going to be the busiest months of the school year, but don't worry the chapters will be longer that usual hopefully ranging around 3,000 words. I also kinda feel bad for ending it but I also need to get it over with and get on to the next story (which there will be changes to stuff that I do during writing and posting but I will talk about that in the epilogue) I also need to talk about some things, but that will be explained in the epilogue.  Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I will see you guys all on Friday! Now if you'll excuse me I need to finish my English final sadly I have to finish's it at home cause there isn't any way I'll get it done at school >:(

P.S Spring Break is over and now I am sad. :(

Goldie: Aww don't be sad that Spring break is now over. *puts arm over my shoulder*

Me: Easy for you to say, you don't even have school.

Goldie: But school is important and you need your education.

Me: *groans* now you sound like my parents.