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I increase the speed of the stabbing, deepening the wound. The screams filled with sorrow and betrayal are making my head ache. I lick the knife, tasting the metallic warm blood, slicing some of my tastebuds off. I scribble with the knife on her forehead, to the point where she's almost unrecognizable. I earn satisfaction from this. It feels so right yet so wrong. I'll never forgive myself. Another day goes on.
⚠️THIS BOOK CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS: EATING DISORDERS, SUICIDE, GORE, DEATH, SELF-HARM AND SO ON. IF THESE TOPICS ARE TRIGGERING TO YOU, DO NOT READ THE BOOK.⚠️
This book will not contain smut.
I do not own any of the characters or storyline of FNaF, all credits to Scott Cawthon.