Reverse's POV
Me and Storm backed ourselves into a corner this time.
Literally.
I couldn't go through the torture again.
Not in Chris's place.
"V-Vincent p-please d-don't d-do t-this t-to m-me ag-again!" Again? Oh right.
"I have to punish you and your father somehow, Storm~" I try to use my powers, but I'm unable to. They're being blocked.
I felt it the minute Vincent locked the door.
We're trapped in the house...
"Storm-" I start out, getting cut off by Vincent talking over me.
"Now, you two aren't leaving! I'm sure my son is on his way here for you, right, Storm?" She nods.
"Both of us, actually, grandpa..." It felt weird for me to say that.
"Two Aftons, huh? Today is the best day I could ever hope for."
"Why?"
"Two Aftons, double the fun~" I gulp.
"W-Whadya mean by that?"
"You'll see~ I see you both already have your shock collars on." Wait how'd he know about mine?
"No wonder I couldn't take this thing off!" Storm exclaims in fear and realization.
Oh, no...
"Storm already knows why I said that~" He brings out the remote to activate out shock collars, holding his hand over it warningly.
"Grandpa, wait!" I scream, but it was too late.
He had already pushed the button.
"WHY?!?!" I scream, screaming in pain right afterward.
"Will you behave if I stop?" We nod, having no other option.
He stops and we catch our breath.
Go to your room. First dose up the stairs on the right." We go straight to our room, fulfilling our promise to Vincent.
I know we'll mess up somehow tomorrow and he'll shock us again.
Why did it have to be us?
Bryan's POV
Springtrap called me and told me to help look for Storm and that kid from earlier.
I got dressed and went out to look for them.
"Storm?!?!" That sends me into another flashback.
"Storm?!?!" Me and dad call out.
"Storm are you there?!?!" Mom screams.
I can't breathe.
"STORM I'M SORRY!!!!!!!"
I struggle to hold back my tears.
"STORM COME BACK!!!!!!!"
"BRYAN!!!!!!!" I hear someone scream in my face. I snap out of it to see Molten right in my face.
I cry into his shoulder, feeling oddly comforted by him.
"This happened before!"
"What?"
"I keep seeing face, so many faces." (AN ANASTASIA REFERENCE?!?! Yup! WHY DID YOU-?! You know what? I won't ask.)
"It's OK, Bryan. I'm here."
"We all are."