Ben is a 16 year old boy. Today was his birthday. His mom said he couldn't get his permit until he was 18 because "Driving down the road can kill you these days." He didn't have real friends so he spent most of the time at his computer talking to AI.
Bens pov:
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I go downstairs and tell the oven I want pancakes with maple syrup. Oven on....food prepairing. The oven said. I went to watch my favorite show called 'youtube archives' it plays old videos of people from a website called youtube. I heard it died after article 13 was made. Today's episode was for some guy from a place that eventually fell into anarchy called ireland. He was loud and played a weird game that was on a screen computer still. The episode consisted of him yelling at a character named billy. After the episode I eat my pancakes. After that I turned my glasses from tv to game and played the remake of fnaf vr for the teck-goggles. I tried to beat the scrap baby plush level and kept loosing. I went to sleep and my mom says my present should be here in the morning.
In my dream I was in a lab. There were three people in chambers. One was tan had glasses with hair covered in blood. The next had what could be described as a wall for hair. The third was wearing a violet suit. He was pink and had blood on his pants. They all woke up and I screamed. The chambers opened and they stepped out. I fell backwards and formed the fetal position bracing myself for an attack. But instead a genuine voice greeted me helping me up. I looked at him and it was the one with the hair wall. I said "My name's Ben, what's your's?" The man replied, "My name is Mathew."
A/N I FINALY FINISHED THE FIRST CHAPTER!!! I WANTED TO MAKE A STORY FOR SOO LONG. NOW THAT THE OPENING IS DONE I CAN OPEN UP THE STORY. I HAVE SO MUCH I WANT TO HAPPEN AND I HOPE YOU WANT TO SEE IT
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Fragmented Reality
Fiksi PenggemarBen is part of an advanced civilization where the line between reality and fiction doesn't exist. Join his adventure trying to stop a dangerous deed, hundreds of years in the making. I don't own FNaF. All rights belong to Scott Cawthon.
