░▒▓🔦 PUPPET IN THE MAKING  🔦▓▒░

The pain was terrible, her throat was dry from screaming so much. Fun kept squirming, reaching to take the hook out. The hand began shaking, in f e a r of the pain was going to release, or the fear of what he could do to her if she did so. If she couldn’t escape… The teenager closed her eyes, trying to avoid watching the torture happening to her. Thinking she was in a better place, the girl kept wriggling, doing her best to avoid further contact.

                      💔 ┊╱    BREAK MY MIND    ╲┊ 💔

Fredbear continued to     PUSH     the hook     THROUGH      her hand, blood     SEEPING     out around the     DEEP     wound     &&     staining his rough,     METAL     hands. Several seconds later, he noticed her hand beginning to     MOVE     towards the hook, stopping halfway     &&     beginning to     SHAKE.

What was this? Was she going to attempt to     REMOVE     the    HOOK?

 ⧼♔⧽     “     Listen to me. && listen well.     “     ⧼♔⧽

He began     PULLING     her towards him until she was only     INCHES     AWAY     from his     R A Z O R    -    S H A R P     teeth,     OPENING     his mouth     THREATENINGLY     to add emphasis to his words.

    ⧼♔⧽     “     If you     TRY     even     ONCE     to take out these     HOOKS,     I will     TEAR     YOU     APART     limb by limb.     HAVE     I     MADE      MYSELF     CLEAR?     “     ⧼♔⧽

His voice was a low     GROWL,     one that would make the blood of the     BRAVEST     run     COLD. Plucking another     HOOK     out of his hand, he     GRABBED     AHOLD     of her     OPPOSITE     wrist, beginning to     PUSH      it     THROUGH     the hand.