(Y/N)'s POV

I haven't said a word since Nightmarionne's statement.

A coma? That's not possible! There's no way I could have been in a coma!

Nightmarionne's chuckle started to really irritate me no matter how frightening it was, "You still don't believe me? Take a look yourself." Nightmarionne held up a hand and a door appeared before me.

My eyes trailed to Nightmare. He looked at me with eyes of guilt and frustration, but he nodded to me. I looked at everyone else, the rest of my family.

Nightmare Chica buried herself into Nightmare Freddy, who nodded to me as well. Nightmare Foxy was too busy growling at Nightmare Mangle while Nightmare BB held her back, not sure whether to appreciate him or not, but Nightmare Foxy would definitely win the fight. Nightmare Bonnie and Fredbear had their arms crossed and glared at Nightmarionne the whole entire time. The Fredlings were twitching somewhat and looking at me with worry, God, they were the best siblings ever. I was worried about them because we as a family did everything we could to get them out of their twitchy phase that started once they began their teen years, like puberty. And lastly, Plushtrap. His eyes kept moving from me to Nightmarionne, I couldn't really tell what he was thinking, but I know one thing for sure. Nobody knew what Nightmarionne's plan was.

I looked back to the door and suddenly felt my anxiety start to build up as I took in a deep breath and walked forward. My hands shook as I reached up to the doorknob and grabbed it. I couldn't bring myself to do it, what if Nightmarionne was trying to trick me? Use me as some pawn for unknown reasons?

"Well, are you going to open it, or not?" Nightmarionne spoke.

Jeez, pushy much?

I turned the doorknob as slowly pushed it open, the door creaking. The light came out really bright so I had to cover my eyes before letting them adjust. I looked right in and my jaw dropped.

"N-no, this can't be real..."

I could see a hospital room, with a bed, a bedside table, and a chair. I could see a small TV that was plugged in on the other side of the room, accompanied with a window. It sure was a hospital room, but it's who was in the bed that shocked me to the core.

It was me, connected to so many things I couldn't even keep track of. I couldn't see my face from the distance, but I was too scared to go any closer. I could see bandages covering most of my head as the heart monitor continuously beeps ever so slowly, never really a good sign.

But, I looked so young, still the same age as the time the bite happened. Why?

"I..don't understand."

"Well let me help you in to get a closer look." Nightmarionne suddenly snapped his fingers and we were entirely in the hospital.

"Hey wait!" I heard Plushtrap call just as Nightmarionne shut the door and made it disappear before I could even protest.

I growled at the puppet, "What the f-" "Before you use your vulgar language, why don't we discuss your situation here." Nightmarionne pointed to my body that laid on the bed.

I looked over and walked to the edge on the left side of me, or little me as I should call (her/him).

Little me looked so peaceful, the bandages covered everything on (her/his) head except for partially the left side of (her/his) face. A few connected here and there as (she/he) slowly breathed.

I raised a hand to softly touch Little Me's head, petting it slowly and gently. Oh yeah, definitely real.

"You see, (miss/mister) (L/N), after that nasty bite, you slipped right into a coma. Of course, you were rushed to the hospital. The doctors tried everything they could to keep your frontal lobe intact, but it surely was too destroyed."

I noted the sunken feature on Little Me's head, where the frontal lobe should have been. They must have removed it.

"Your life would be so different. You would be pushed around in a wheelchair, always helped by someone else, someone capable. I can see it now, always having to depend on someone, having your freedom taken away from you all because your brother couldn't possibly be aware of your fears, your weaknesses."

I can just imagine myself, looking so blank, so miserable. I could see children mocking, pitying, and even looking disgusted as I am being pushed past them. Someone who constantly wears a hat to hide the very damage that was done to me.

"And your brother, poor Luke, always has to feel sorry for himself. The guilt of almost killing his (sister/brother) on (her/his) birthday. No dirty looks, just disappointment. I bet he felt so sorry for hurting you."

"I didn't know Fredbear was going to bite you." I remembered Luke saying, but that wasn't really Luke. Could he have felt sorry? Could he have missed me? Did that really matter to me? I should be pissed with what he did, what his friends did.

"Such a shame he'll never get to correctly apologize to you."

Wait what?

I looked at Nightmarionne with narrowed eyes, "What do you mean by that?" Nightmarionne didn't answer, in fact, it only stared at me with that stupid creepy grin on its face. Its sharp teeth didn't bother me because have you seen Nightmare Foxy's teeth? It's how white that smile was, how wide its eyes stared into my very soul.

I huffed and looked away, "Fine don't answer me." I took one good look at Little Me before I let my eyes travel around the room. The brightness the room had with its pure white appearance made me squint my eyes as a headache was about to appear, not like the ones I've been having before.

My eyes caught a calendar and I looked closely at it, when the bite happened, I had been 5 years old turning 6 because of my birthday.

"Time is different here in the Human realm, a day here is a year in the Nightmare realm."

I sucked in a huge breath, that would explain why I aged and Little Me is still, well little. But if it's been 12 years in the Nightmare realm, why wouldn't my birthday be now instead of in a couple of hours? Wouldn't tomorrow be technically the day after my birthday? Am I just really slow when it comes to how time works or is it just me?

I grunted and rubbed my temples, thinking this hard is never good.

I continuously looked at the calendar, noting that each day had a red X on it. But, tomorrow was circled, it didn't have a special note written and yet it was circled, like it was important.

"Ah so you've noticed the date." Nightmarionne spoke, I could feel it practically hovering over me.

Everything went into complete silence. The beeping of the heart monitor was no longer making a slow beep noise. I couldn't hear the doctors and nurses bustling about at all.

But I did hear a heartbeat, one that was too slow to even be considered okay. It wasn't mine, but...it felt like it was.

I held a hand to my chest, feeling for a heartbeat. At first, I panicked as nothing was there, but then I felt my chest move as my heart beated. It matched the slow rhythm, so I had to conclude it as my own, but why? This should be Little Me's heartbeat, why was it my own?

"W-what does the date mean...?" I whispered.

I felt Nightmarionne's long fingers wrap around my shoulders, its head just hanging next to mine, causing me to shiver, "In just a few hours, on the day that is circled, you're going to be taken off life support, some can stay alive for just a few hours after, but with your condition, sadly things are going to be different. When those couple of hours you have are up," Nightmarionne leaned close to my ear and chuckled darkly before whispering wickedly into my ear.

"you'll die."