Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)

27: no need to be harsh

(tw; f slur but it's used for reference to cigarettes)

michael pov

i sat up from my bed and stared at my wall. i got up and left my room, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"good morning, michael." jess fluffed my hair softly.

"mornin' " i yawned tiredly.

henry walked down the stairs and fixed his glasses slightly. he grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.

-

henry drove me to school, neither of us talking the entire ride. he dropped me off at the building and i went inside. kenya and tyler were already at the entrance, and each hugged me as i walked in.

"hey, mikes." tyler smiled brightly. i smiled back and kissed his cheek.

they let go of me and started walking to class.

"any new updates in your life?" i asked kenya

"yes actually! this is good for all of us, specifically you, but i found out about it first."

"oh?" i cocked my head

"scott got arrested. hes gonna tried as an adult because of the severity of his crime." kenya explained.

"so that's why he's not here?" tyler questioned

"yep!" kenya nodded

i smiled softly. i was safer now. she hugged me softly and smiled at me. i was pulled away from her by tyler, who wrapped his arms around my stomach and laid his head ontop of mine.

"good morning, class. all of the teachers were told to go over something that happened night before last with you all." our teacher sighed, seeming anxious

"if any of you watch the news; you'll know william afton, the former owner of freddy fazbears pizza, got arrested and is- was in jail for his crimes. but, he some how found a way to get out. they found the bars on his cell window pried open." she explained. the entire class started whispering quietly, and tyler and kenya just looked at me.

"all of that being said, you're no longer aloud to walk home. you will either be picked up by a parent, guardian, friends parent, ride the bus home, or drive yourself and maybe some friends home." she told us. tyler gulped softly and looked at me again.

"mike-....did you know about this?" kenya asked.

"n-no...god fuck..." i let the fear sink in. of course i remembered our conversation in the park, but i made myself think it was a dream...

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"dave" pov

i set the phone down and smirked. i got the job. i put on the clothes i wore when i applied and walked to the pizzeria.

"dave miller, right?" i heard an oddly familiar voice call as i walked in.

"yep. that's me." i smiled, putting the american voice on.