#so I opted to show Millie and Sarah interacting

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Imagine Millie having a strange nightmare about being a bonnie hand-puppet animatronic, either being chased by Funtime Freddy in that form or stuck attached on his right hand forever?

She was stuck.

She felt powerless.

Millie tried to not to cry, she wanted to get away, she wanted to pull herself free, she didn’t want to be stuck anymore.

She couldn’t feel her legs.

She didn’t have any.

She didn’t understand what she was in this form.

She knew she was stuck to this monster.

“Silly Millie,” his voice cooed, before bursting out in laughter. She didn’t want to face him.

She wanted to be free!

She tried to call out but no sound came from her mouth, she knew her mouth had opened but she couldn’t force her voice out, it was like she never had one in the first place.

She stretched herself out hoping she would break off him somehow, this aggravated him, he used his left hand to reach and firmly clasped her throat, he used his fingers and whole hand to push her head towards him, she tried to make her neck stiff but he had more strength and pulled her to face his menacing blue eyes.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you Bon–Bon,” he growled.

His eyes glowed and stared into her soul, she went still, not daring to move, “It's disrespectful to not look at me when I’m talking, I’ll break your neck so you don’t ever look away.”

Millie gasped and clawed at her throat to get his fingers away, not wanting him to break her neck, only to realise nothing was there.

A nightmare.

She just snatched at her own throat like her life depended on it.

She only succeeded in making her throat sore.

Silly Millie.

Stupid. That was stupid.

The thing she feared was a bear of all things.

And it made her cry.

“Millie?” Light appeared.

Millie jumped slightly, she then remembered that was the human voice of Sarah, who shared this room with her, she had switched on her lamp and looked over at her from across the room.

As quiet as she tried to be with crying, she obviously woke up Sarah, who looked surprised she was crying.

Millie wasn’t one to cry regularly, but she didn’t argue she was always happy, because that was untrue, she hadn’t cried in front of Lefty, but she had seen Hazel, Pete, even Matt cried in front of Lefty while talking to him.

The dream she just had made no sense.

It was about Funtime Freddy, who was the source of all her nightmares, it seemed like ages ago “that” happened when in reality it was only four months ago.

“That” being the encounter where Funtime Freddy nearly killed her, discussing all the brutal ways he could do so, she had only briefly imagined how different it would have gone if Lefty never showed up when he did, he could have arrived too late or he could have simply never arrived.

“Are you okay?”

“That isn’t really your business.”

Sarah wasn’t put off by how cold Millie acted towards her, Millie did act kind of cold to everyone out of habit.

“If you had a nightmare, I can go tell Lefty.”

“No,” Millie said, “I don’t want to go running to him whenever I’m scared, that’s what a child does.”

Sarah blinked, “So... you're saying I’m a child.”

Millie realised she indirectly said that but she didn’t mean to, “No I’m not–”

“You’re saying that Alec's a child, Stanley, Pete, almost everyone,” Sarah cut her off looking unimpressed, almost bored. “I understand not going to Lefty all the times but you're implying that it's childish to ask for comfort, you realise we've all been through a lot of shit right?”

Millie never heard Sarah curse before, she heard Alec, Pete, Greg, Stanley and Matt curse before, which Lefty didn’t particularly care about unless Hazel or Chuck were in the same room, so it was usual that they would only swear when those two were somewhere out of hearing range, Lefty also didn’t want them cursing in public, he said he understood swearing out of frustration but he didn’t want to hear them using those words frequently.

“A robot tried to pull me apart when I was asleep, if Lefty never saw me dragging her home, I would be dead now, he's made me realise to not put my trust in the wrong people, and because he did that, I’m comfortable going to tell him when I get scared because sometimes I do get scared.”

Sarah looked so serious, Millie had never seen this, Sarah usually looked quite happy.

“I get scared for my future, what if Eleanor ever came back? What would I do if I couldn’t defend myself against her? What if some other monster like the one that bothered you or the one that stole Alec's identity or the Plushtrap who nearly killed Oscar came to kill me instead?”

Millie didn’t like being constantly reminded of Funtime Freddy.

“I’d rather be safe and feel comfortable, I could never tell my parents about Eleanor, they would never believe me, I'd rather have someone like Lefty believe me, and yes, sometimes I go and see him after I have a nightmare because he said he will always be there, that doesn’t make me a child, in Lefty's own words, it means “I'm strong enough because I know when to ask for help”, talking about your problems does help.”

Millie looked away then looked back, she finally gathered some courage to speak, “Lefty told me Funtime Freddy is the most dangerous one out of all of them... that scares me honestly.”

“I understand why... Everything I've seen, you've seen it's scary, and Lefty keeps willingly subjecting himself to seeing that... Fear isn’t weakness... but keeping that kind of emotion bottled up isn’t good for yourself.”

“What the hell do I say?” Millie asked, she didn’t even address any serious issues with her parents and Lefty in someways still felt like a stranger, she knew he could use magic, the first person he helped out was Alec and he would always have at least four cups a coffee a day.

“How about we go together and see if he's awake?” Sarah got out of bed and stood by the door, “Come on Millie.”

Millie decided to get out bed and followed behind Sarah as they walked towards Lefty's bedroom.

She wouldn’t admit she liked Sarah's company.

But she did enjoy having a friend who could relate to her trauma.