Click “Keep Reading” for context! CW: Cursing; Blood (Though I censor the curse words anyway bc I’m a baby lol) ---
The room around him was spinning. He didn't understand what was going on. Where he was. How he got there. He couldn't even remember who *he* was, for a split second. Then it all came flooding back. He tried lifting his head, but it was throbbing so he set it back down. He wasn't sure if the unsteady breathing was his own or not. He definitely wasn't alone in here. He could hear some resemblance of laughter. It sounded the line somewhere between cute and psychotic. "The Manager... Is awake." Again, he tried lifting his head to see who was speaking to him. "He's alive... Oh, how wonderful that is! After all, people can't say much when they're dead! Hehehe! And I need you to speak." "I... Who's there?" His pupils attempted to adjust to the darkness and the only thing he could make out was the outline of a familiar rabbit. "A-Afton?" He choked out, because it was hard to breathe. Another explosion of giggles. "Afton? My Afton? How adorable that you would mistake me for my Afton. He's such a handsome man, isn't it? You're pretty handsome too, Matthew." It was the first time they'd addressed him by his name, and it prompted him to choke out again, "How do you know me? Who are you?" "Sooo many questions. You're impatient, aren't you? That's okai. I'll tell you in due time." He felt them trace something cold along his thigh. "But first, I need a little information from you!" "I-Information?" "Mhmmm~" And suddenly, he could see their face inches from his, and he wanted to flinch back. But he still couldn't move his head. He couldn't see who was under the suit, but he could they were wearing one. The ears draped down and tickled both sides of his cheeks and it twisted its head. Its red eyes seemed to glow in the dark. "My name is Vanny. Isn't that a nice name? My Afton told me it was." "William Afton is dead." It was becoming easier for Matthew to breathe over time. The rest of his senses awakened slowly. Some water trickled lightly somewhere, and he could hear the faint whirring of something mechanic. "No no no! My Afton isn't dead! After all, dead people can't talk. And my Afton talks to me all the time! In fact, my Afton is the one who told me you could give me more information~" Matthew's mind whirled to come up with some way to stall. Some way to divert his kidnapper's attention, at least until he could get his bearings back and figure out where he was; figure out how to escape. "If William Afton isn't dead, then where is he?" "No no no! You're not the one asking the questions here! I am!" "You wanna play 20 questions? Well let me answer them all for you right now: Pass." "Ohh? You don't want to share your secrets?" Vanny cocked her head to one side, staring curiously down at him. The way her eyes never blinked was extremely unsettling. "What am I going to do with you?" She appeared to be pondering something for a moment before she propped her head back up again. "Oh I know! Let's play a game instead~" "Sure," Matthew piped up, mock agreeably. "Would you prefer chutes and ladders or candyland?" "You've got such a smart mouth. I like that in a man~" Vanny let out another shrill giggle as she withdrew a butcher's knife and dangled it slowly in front of his face. He knew this was the very thing she had been tracing his body with the entire time. His heart skipped a beat, and he knew he was going to be in for a bad time. Still, he couldn't let Vanny see he was scared. He had a feeling she could sense his fear and she fed off it like a snake striking a defenseless mouse. Now that she was this close to him, he could practically smell the dark aura she emitted. She was dangerous. Nostrils flaring, he lifted his chin and responded, "you've got such an ugly face. I hate that in a deranged furry." He couldn't tell if his comment ticked her off or she was planning to do it anyway, but she swiftly slashed his right leg. "Sh!t!" He swore, and his hands immediately moved to grab it but she swatted them away. "Ohhh hush! I barely touched you!" "Tell that to the blood running down m-my leg." He couldn't see it, but he could feel it. Like thick water, it pooled out of the gash and soaked into his pants, leaving a dark stain in its wake. It wasn't but a split second before he felt her stab him again. But this time, she didn't pull the knife out. Instead, she moved it back and forth like a pendulum, humming loudly to drown out his sharp cry. Instinctively, he tried to wiggle away. But the more he moved, the more the knife shifted around inside of him, and that was agonizing. So he finally gave up and let his head lay back again, trying to steady his labored breathing. "Good boy! Now that you see who's in control here, why don't you start by telling me the names of the original victims that Afton killed, hmm?" Matthew's breath was still coming out in short, sharp gasps. Despite the unbearable pain, he still managed to get out, albeit weak and barely above a whisper, "Sure. Their names are F*ck you dumb c*nt, F*ck you dumb sluttrap and F*ck you dumb b!tch." "Naughty boy! Don't you know when to hold your tongue~" He opened his mouth to say something else, but found himself sputtering against a dirty cloth she purposefully shoved in it. "Oh, and don't worry! I won't let you bleed out so much that you die. After all," she whispered, twisting the knife in his leg and prompting what would have been a scream if she hadn't stuffed that cloth so far down his throat, "Dead people can't talk~"