The envelope was golden and bright, placed neatly on my desk. When did that get there? Filled with curiousity, I rubbed my weary eyes and surpressed the yawn that was rising in my throat.
For some reason, the matter at hand didn't seem important any more as my fingers brushed the top of the paper, eyes trailing over the neat handwriting written on the top.
Y/N
That was my name. The letter was addressed...to me.
I gently plucked it from the side table and traced my name slowly, my mind racing with questions. Who wrote this? Was it one of the animatronics? What did they want?
I guess the only way to find these answers, is to open it...
I flipped the envelope over, and threw it lazily onto the bed, shrugging.
"Meh, I want my pizza first."
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