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Heyo, another story, writing block has been hard on me lately so pardon the delay. I had another story but that's probably going to be an unfinished draft forever:')
This is my first time attempting to write first person pov, so excuse me if it's bad!
Also, yes I'm aware this is a very overused idea but let's just pretend it isn't.
{Friday - 12:28}
Dave's POV:
Seated against the mouldy wall, hands hugging my knees to my chest, I finally heard a familiar creak.
"Sportsy~"
I exclaimed, as my orange co-worker walked through the saferoom door. Half an hour late.
"Oh shit, waddup Dave-"
He replied, seeming startled by my presence.
"Where... Where'd the suits go?"
The look on his face changed from surprised to confused as he observed the absence of the springlock suits.
He looks so cute like this, the way he gets lost in changes within the environment. The way his expressions change.
Okay no. That's gay, really gay.
Yet, I could observe him for hours at a time.
For Fredbears sake. That's even gayer.
"Phoney took them, maintenance, he said..."
I answered with a soft voice, still drowning in my own thoughts as a smile formed on Jack's face.
God, how the corners of his mouth curl up whenever he gets pleasantly surprised, that stupid smile that could make me do anything.
Could I keep my dumb thoughts to myself for much longer? Knowing myself; probably not. It's a miracle he hasn't ran of after all these weeks.
"So... No suits means no job for us, right?"
His playful undertone made me chuckle as I turned to him;
"Well... According to phoney, we're supposed to clean up..."
I said, attempting to sound serious, but knowing we wouldn't listen to our boss made me chuckle even more.
"But Daveeee~ I don't wanna~"
He said, making his voice sound whiny, as he sat down a few inches beside me.
The undertone in his voice, along with the way he emphasised my name, sent shivers down my spine.
Of course, of course! He's just doing it for comedic purposes, I know. Yet, I couldn't get it out of my mind.
Like usual.
"Me neither sports..."
Both of us went silent as I tried to think of whatever dumb-fuckery we could do.
A devious idea popped up in my non-existent brains, this'd be a good way to measure his reaction to... To what exactly...?
Oh well, who gives a shit? I surely don't!
"Wanna make a bet?"
The words escaped my mouth before I could be bothered to think twice about them.
Jack's head turned towards me to meet my eyes, our faces close to each other.
I could feel my cheeks heat up, shit shit shit, my face is probably red instead of purple by now.
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