Davesport (yandere story)

Chapter 7: goodbye fazbears!

"That's ummm...weird-" I said trying to avoid his stare. "Don't be shy, old sport" "this is far from the first time I've seen your bedroom!" He explained.

This only made me more nervous. I was sweaty under the blanket but I didn't want to take it off. 'I've seen his bedroom before too....I'm not gonna tell him that-' I didn't respond to him for a while and his expression changed.

"Uhh, let's go back to the beginning" he said simply as he could tell I was nervous. "Yes let's-" I said quickly. I slowly moved my blanket away from my face.

"I'm here to pick you up, old sport!" We got big plans for today" "You ready to have some fun, sportsy?" He asked me. The way he said fun was a little weird to me....but again this is Dave.

"You know it, davey!" I said smiling up at him happily. Again, I'm still nervous about all this but seeing Dave so happy made me happy I guess....

"Great...let's see.." "first step on the agenda: let's have some pre-honeymoon fun!" He exclaimed. My face quickly went red once again. So I moved the blanket back to my face.

"Take out your phone!" He said. I just stared at him. For a couple minutes....'I'm sorry?-' "well what are you waiting for, old sport?" "Whip it out!" He told me.

"That's what she said!" I yelled laughing softly. He just stared at me. This was super awkward and uncomfortable..... "Dave...?" I asked.

It was still silent. "Are you okay?" I asked him getting concerned. Again no response. He just kept staring at me. "Ummm you're staring Dave" I told him.

"Sorry, old sport" "it's been awhile since I've slept..." "I'm just so excited!" He explains to me. It makes sense...I could tell by the bags under his eyes and the fact he's been at my house since 4 am. I was concerned for my friends health though.

"Have you been eating, Dave?" I asked him in a concerned tone. "Who has time to eat in these busy times?" He asked me. "Go on, old sport!" "Take your phone out!" He yelled at me again.

I did what he asked and took my phone out of my pocket. I moved my blanket away from me and sat up on my bed. "Good going, Elderly game-" "OLD SPORT!" He quickly yelled in the middle of his sentence.

I again just stared at him. Very confused and concerned for his well being. Not saying a thing for a couple minutes. "I've always wanted to do this!" "Say the numbers as I type them out!" He yelled to me.

I believe he met the other way around but I looked back at my phone and did what he asked. "5, 5, 5, 1, 9, 8, 7," he called out each number slowly as I typed them into the phone.

The phone started to ring. 'Uh oh...' 'I know this number' "shh, it's ringing!" "Let me do the talking" he told me. I handed him the phone smiling softly at him.

He seemed so excited about this and it was actually really cute. "Hello, hello hello?" Said the guy on the other line. 'Phone guy' I knew right away.

"Hello?" "Is this Scott cawthon?" Dave asked him. "Yes, that's me" "is this Dave?" He asked back. Dave didn't say anything for a minute. He did what he did to me, just staring off into space.

"Why did you call my phone head, Dave?" He asked him. "I need to ask you a question, Scott" he said. It's weird hearing dave talk to him like this but maybe that's because he is tried. "Where are you?!" "Why aren't you at work dave!" "Your late" phone guy yelled at him.