Glitchtrap P.O.V

I looked around, popping my back along with any sore joints. "Vanny can you stop freeing me if your just gonna get me caught again?!?!" I sighed out. I looked around me, expecting that crazed and obsessed girl to be in the room with me. However vanny wasnt in the room and I was confused greatly. Who freed me if she wasn't here? A security guard? No I would be controlling their mind right now if it was.

Who could have possibly freed me from that darn plush then. No one else knew I was here other then vanny. I shrugged and decided to try and leave the room. However I tripped over something, thankfully catching myself before I fell.

What the hell did I trip on. I looked under me and saw an outline of what seemed to be a bear? I dont know. I picked them up, their body radiating heat to tell me they aren't a cold corpse.

I carried them out of the room, into the light so I could see them. They snuggled up to me in their sleep and I shivered. I looked down at their sleeping form and nearly dropped then from shock.

They were an animatronic bear, but the shocking part is how much resemblance they had to my old childhood friend. I walked to my stage, silently thinking for a while.

I reached the stage after a while and set them down on it. Or at least tried to set them down. They would not let me go and whined in their sleep when I tried to get them to let go of me.

What is with them!?! Maybe they are cold. Well they can't cuddle me just because they are cold I dont care.

They finally let go of me after a while and I examined them. I began to compare their features to that of my old friend. Scars on ears? Check. Dark grey well taken care of fur? Check.

Tubby thighs? Check. Tubby but in a good way? Check. Stomach mouth? I pulled up his shirt to show his stomach. This caused him to shiver in his sleep and he looked scared? Well anyways check on the stomach mouth. But something new was bruises on his stomach which was very odd to me.

Well this Is definitely nightmare but why was he hurt? Did I want to know even? I wasnt sure. I think he was the one who freed me. It seeme unlikely but then again he was the only person here other then me.

I pet his head lightly, which calmed him down in his sleep. I was thankful for that small miracle but still very curious as to why he had bruises and was scared. Honestly he shaped out well as an adult, cant say the same about me though. You could mistake him for a woman if you wanted to, he had all the curves for it. What was the internet term for this? I know tubby isnt the right word.

Ah yes, thicc. That's the word I'm looking for. Nightmare is thicc. That's the weird term. Changing the subject here again. He was in great shape for being an adult and well I wasnt. In the process of losing my mind I had been mutilating myself. Every time I killed I would rip a part of me apart and stitch it back together.

Kind of as a punishment to myself for killing. It seemed the idea stuck with me after childhood. I used to put stitches in my ears as a way of punishing my self for being a freak.

Kind of like when someone cuts themselves excpet I just stitched my body a lot. It's an art really. I kinda looked like a doll at this point because of all ths stitches.

I heard a groan beside me that snapped me out of my weird trance. Oh he's up.