[Third Person]
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It was a cold and windy night; the streets were filled with noisy cars and the street lights reflected on the shiny cars. A small child with messy, brown hair was lying under a newspaper in an alleyway. The poor child had gone through a lot; running for his life, almost getting killed, the poor kid needed a break!
The boy then opened his eyes and sat up, he had just gotten an idea.
"I have to go back..." He mumbled to himself as he stood up and ran out of the alley.
[Author Note:]
I think this is the first FNaF fanfic that I've ever made... and probably the last, so please don't judge the book because I'm not a great author...
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