It is one beautiful Friday morning! I actually feel happy! I'm excited to help with the party, especially because William won't be helping! As I enter the building, Chris sits on the floor, playing with a little Fredbear plush. He smiles as I Pat him on the head, handing him a little box, packed full of candy.
"Don't tell your dad, he'll kill me." I smile, looking around for Mike. Chris smiles as I spot Micheal hanging with a few kids wearing all different animal masks... Maybe they're from the other pizzeria? I haven't been there before so I wouldn't know. One has a bear, one has a bunny, one has a chicken, and Micheal has the red fox mask.
"What are you weirdos doin here? Especially with those masks. You ain't looking to rob us are you? Because if so, take all of Aftons money, I ain't got nothing!"
"Hey y/n." Micheal chuckles under his mask. "We're just here to pull a few pranks I guess."
"Oh, be careful with them is all I'm going to say, don't get your brother hurt or into any danger... Or mental harm. He's already had enough of that."
"Sure thing."
"Perfect." Looks like everything in order, Chris is happy, Micheal isn't going to do anything dangerous, some people are already here. What am I forgetting?...Oh yeah, the animatronic! Duh! I run up on the stage and turn Fredbear on, making sure people don't get too close.
Hmm, wheres Henry? It's a surprise he isn't here. Maybe that's why things don't feel right.
"Psst, snake lady! I need your help!" That rude-ish girl from the other day beckons me into the kitchen. I follow, getting blasted with a cloud of smoke on my way in.
"What the hell happened?" Coughing, we both gather around the smoking pizza oven.
"I'm not used to cooking. Henry or whatever put me up to cooking but I'm just the waitress." She waves smoke out of her face.
"Well, your lucky I can fix it."
We work for another thirty minutes, cleaning out the smoke and the oven, making more pizza and successfully not burning down the stove.
"Well, we did it." I cross my arms.
"Finally." She rolls her eyes, walking away. Not even a thank you? That's a little rude... Again, I like it. Reminds me of myself. Okay, so crisis avoided. What's next?
"No! I don't wanna go!"
What is happening now-
"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer ha ha ha!"
I run out to see all of Micheals friends holding a scared Chris, walking towards Fredbear.
"Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give fredbear a big kiss!"
I push past some people to get to Micheal, this is dangerous.
"On three! One... Two..."
"Three!"
They shove Chris into Fredbears mouth.
"Micheal! Get him out of there! That's wayyy too dangerous!" I yell, finally making it up to Micheal.
"Psh! He's fine!"
Before any of us can reach up and grab him, Fredbears jaw closes, crushing Chris's head. I yelp, covering my mouth with both hands. Micheal stares at Fredbear in disbelief as the others run away. Something just had to go wrong. Especially on his birthday! People scream, running out of the building, leaving Micheal and I to stare at the bleeding jaws of Fredbear.
Looking down at Micheal, he takes off his foxy mask, looking up at me. Without hesitation, I hug him, I can't believe this. Because of my failed actions, yet again, another innocent child has died.
"I didn't mean for it to happen." Micheal sobs into my shirt. "I didn't mean-"
"It's not your fault Micheal."
"Yes it is!"
Okay, he's not wrong but I did have a part in it. We sit for another minute, silently hugging each other until we hear sirens getting closer.
"Looks like someone called 911."
"Smart..." Micheal trails off as the now the flashing lights enter the parking lot.
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"What!?" Afton yells at me through the phone after I gave the news about his son getting chomped by Fredbear.
"Did some one take him to the hospital at least!?"
"They did but...We're too late Will. I'm sorry."
He mumbles something before speaking again "Where are you now?"
"Fredbears."
"I'll be there soon. Is Micheal with you?"
"Yeah."
He hangs up, not properly saying goodbye. On Chris's birthday? Sadly, the date of his birth is the date of his death.
"I'm sorry, y/n." Micheal apologizes for the fiftieth time.
"I know you didn't mean for it to happen but, at the moment, I'm more scared of your father."
"Because of that one time that he...hit me?"
"Uh- yeah," Also the fact that he is a Deranged Serial killer but, we can skip over that for now.
"I'll be fine y/n. Promise."
"If he ever lays another hand on you I swear to fuck, I will murder him in his sleep and take you."
"Not the worst idea." Micheal nudges me, making both of us giggle.
"There you two are." William walks in, adjusting his tie.
"William, before you freak out, we didn't mean for anything to happen! It just happened so fast!"
"I'm not mad."
"Surely you are!"
"No. Just disappointed."
He did not just pull the dad card. This is serious and he-
"Whatever. I'm getting out of here for a few days. If you see Henry, tell him I'm staying home for a while. I don't want more trama than your family has already given me." I grab my things and hug Micheal, making him promise he'll be alright. I think a little time off wouldn't hurt.
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"I think we should leave." Liam pours me a cup of coffee, petting Jazz before placing the cup in front of me.
"Where would we possibly go?"
"Oh I don't knowww... Maybe where I live?"
"Tempting offer but I'll have to decline." I admit, leaving would be nice but I can't just leave people behind like Henry and Micheal.
"Come on! It's like faking our deaths! It's fun!"
"Okay uh... Liam how do you know it's fun?"
"Good guess..." He floofs his hair out.
I sigh, replaying today in my head. Why am I not sobbing about what happened today? Ever since I left Fredbears, the only emotions coming out of me are happiness and annoyance.
"Having emotion troubles again?" Liam guesses as he scoots his chair closer to mine.
"How'd ya know?"
"You usually have that look when you can't display a certain emotion."
"Oh." We stay silent for another minute, just listening to the quiet ticking of the clock.
"Sleep?" Liam asks.
I smirk, "Sleep sounds great."
(B R O WHY HAVE I BEEN SUCKING AT WRITING DUDHBDBDJD they might get better I promise this time :'))))) also I'm sorry for all this pain and suffering. Here, for your troubles, I give you dollar store William.)
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