A Dark Past (Aphmau FNAF meets MyStreet)

Chapter 11: Partial Truths

Again, I do not own Aphmau's FNAF or MyStreet roleplays, nor do I own her characters. I do own my OC Jay however

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Aphmau's POV

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Escaping the damp shed, I shivered as a blast of frosty air hit my lungs, chilling my bones and freezing me.

Managing to comb my hair into an okay style, I headed for Aaron's house, but the weather today wasn't exactly helping.

2:09 PM.

Few more hours till the party.

I sung a couple of verses from 'It's Been So Long' which is what we'd agreed to call the song.

I took out my purple phone and tapped on Aaron's contact.

Aph-Aphmau, A-Aaron

Aph: Hey Aaron, I'm coming to your house for a bit, that okay with you?

Aaron is texting.

A: Sure, I'm getting lonely.

Aph: K, I'm on the way there, geez it's cold. :/

Aaron: Yeah, a few cold winds blew here from the north. It's like it's winter already. 

Aph: Let it go!!!! 🌬❄️🌨☃ XD

A: Haha, alright. I'll be waiting.

*Texting Ends*

Another blast of cold air.

Seriously, does Elsa have a cold or something.

Wait, can Elsa even get a cold???

Ack! I'm confusing myself.

Shrugging off the freezing breeze, I quietly hummed to 'Fight Song' By Rachel Platten. (I don't own the song, but for those who haven't heard it, search it up and listen. It's very good.)

Finally, Aaron's plain house came into view, and warm yellow light called out to me invitingly.

I speed walked over, eager to get into a nice cozy house rather than stay in then brisk, cold air.

Knock knock knock.

Aaron opened the door, and smiled. "Hi Aphmau."

"Hi Aaron." I replied, peering over his shoulder into the room.

"C...c..can I g..go in? It's f...f..freezing o..out here."

He stepped aside and I brushed myself in, allowing the warmth to seep through me.

I sat on the living room couch, and wrapped myself tighter in my jacket.

Aaron brought me an extra blanket.

"Thanks." I mumbled, sneezing.

"So, what's up?" He asked awkwardly.

"Ehhh. Could be worse. I've got a few too curious friends on my tail and I'm nervous. They saw my journal!" Panic welled up, and beads of sweat trickling down my forehead.

"Calm down, and explain." He ordered.

So I told him. How I'd written something 'important' in my journal that was private but how they'd wound up stealing it, me finding them in a tree (Aaron snickered at that) chasing them, getting trapped, managing to leave and encountering Jay. I left out some things such as what I specifically wrote rather than 'important things', bits of my conversations with Jay, and how I'd escaped by manically laughing and pretending/actually being insane.