Mabel stumbled out the room. One would think she would feel sad after what she'd witnessed, but instead, she felt... numb…
Her mind felt like one of those bath fizzies she got for Christmas one year (minus the sparkles). She could feel it dissolving away second by second. Soon, there would be nothing.
She looked at the tattered remains of her sweater and frowned. She'd worked hard on it. Still, it didn't seem to matter. She'd lost so much more.
She became aware that she was crying. She wiped the tears away with her sweater sleeve.
She couldn't protect him. He'd protected her so many times, and she had returned the favor just as many times, but this time... She couldn't keep him safe this time.
She closed her eyes, and all the images came back clear as day. The trail of blood leading out of the room. The blood staining the mouth of Foxy. The curtain knocked down to his feet.
She knew it was Dipper who had screamed.
She knew it was Dipper who had died.
She wandered along the halls of Freddy Fazbear's, not sure where her feet were taking her. They seemed to know more about where she was heading than she herself did.
Soon her feet came to a halt. She found herself standing in front of the supply closet.
Her fingers wrapped slowly around the door knob and opened the door. The first thing she saw was Danielle holding onto a piece of light green fabric in a corner.
"Mabel! You're alright!"
She was silent a moment. "Not really..." Alright would imply she was not without her other half.
Mabel quickly changed the topic. "What's in your hand?"
Danielle clutched the fabric closer. "It's all that's left of Danny," she whispered.
It took a moment for Mabel to comprehend what she just said. "Oh, no... You mean...?"
Danielle sniffled and nodded. "Yeah. He's gone. I-I was running away from Chica. I hid in a room. It was horrible, Mabel. Just horrible. There was blood... pooling from a Freddy animatronic. This" - she held up the fabric piece - "was on the ground next to it."
"Maybe he's okay. I mean, my sweater got torn. His shirt could have just gotten caught on something." She couldn’t let Danielle lose hope.
Danielle shook her head. "No... The animatronic... It had Daniel's eyes." The last part was in a hoarse whisper.
"Huh?" Mabel tilted her head and blinked. She wasn't sure how Danielle could distinguish one set of blue eyes from her brother's.
Danielle pointed at her eye, and Mabel noticed a tiny brown dot in the white of her eye. "We both have the spot... and so did the..." - she drifted off and sighed - "I don't think that was just a coincidence..."
All Mabel could say was "Oh."
A moment of silence passed before Mabel broke it. "Dipper's dead." She buried her face in the sweater half that laying in her lap. It hurt her more to say aloud than it had to keep it in, but she thought Danielle deserved to know the truth.
Danielle soon understood. She had heard a shriek earlier, but she'd been convinced it was her imagination. She patted Mabel on the back. "What happened?"
"I heard him scream, and I tried to get to him. Bonnie got in the way. When I got there, it was too late... There... There was blood everywhere... I think the stupid fox..." She choked back a sob as she said, "He's gone."
Danielle hugged Mabel. "He was a good guy. I'm glad I got to meet them, even if it was only for a little while."
"Daniel was nice too. I'll miss him."
A longer silence passed, the only sound being their slow, shuddering breaths.
"You know," Danielle said, "our little brothers may have fallen victim to this evil pizzeria, but we haven't. We can escape."
Mabel grinned at the thought. "Together?"