☠?-Prolouge-?☠

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WARNING! This comic contains very dark themes, horror themes, lots of blood, many character deaths, mild realistic violence, mild realistic action, intensity, and could be depressing or disturbing. Please keep this in mind when reading the series or wiki. (I mean, this is an AU of a horror game-) Also, We respect LGBTQ+, so keep this in mind as well. -Silver Springs Prologue1- A teenage girl stood in a garage. Beside her was a table, covered with various tools, and in front of her, another, on which sat a large robotic being. Despite the girl being tall, the rabbit loomed over her, large enough to swallow her if it wanted. If it was a rabbit. The thing was very damaged and it had horns and a devilish tail in addition to it's rabbit-like design. A female voice rang from the nearby house, "leave the robot, and get in here!" The girl muttered under her breath, "I care more for this robot than you care for me..." And set down the screwdriver, turning to leave. "Willow..." Shivers ran up the girl's spine. She was startled by an unknown voice calling her name, but also... the way it spoke, in a sing-song manner, chilled her. A heavy burden landed on her shoulder. She turned back and saw the rabbit, hunched over so the two were face to face. It had no eyes, but the gaping holes where they should have been bored into her soul. It smiled, more unnerving than a clown. Willow almost screamed when it spoke again, but she couldn't muster the courage to even do that. "I know you're sick of it, them mistreating you. I can help you stop it. Stop them..." After several minutes, Willow could finally reply, though barely. She whispered hoarsely. "Um... Okay, who... who are you?" "That doesn't matter right now, kitten, but you can call me The Silver." -Silver Springs Prologue2- "Were killed in a mysterious incident last night. Their daughter, 15-year-old Willow Afton reports hearing screaming, and walking down the stairs expecting to find her parents watching a movie, and instead finding their dead bodies." Mrs. Emily turned the news of before turning to the emotionless girl sitting at the table, "I'm sorry Willy, I didn't expect they'd still be playing that today, this late after... that." What she didn't know, however, was that the girl she talked to, the daughter of her murdered friends the Aftons, was the one who killed them. Willow Afton was a wonderful actor. She whispered quietly, "They acted like they didn't care. They never paid attention, and if they did, they yelled. I shouldn't feel bad they're gone, should I?" "Well, it's only natural." As Mrs. Emily spoke those words, her children walked down the stairs, Harriette, the oldest, and the only girl, Jack, the middle child, and Clement, the youngest. Her parents had assigned her to marry Jack, but she didn't want him. They happily assigned her to Clement instead. She liked someone else, but she knew they wouldn't approve, so she went with it.