charlie pov
i was sitting on the floor of the puppets room sammy sitting on the floor infront of me, and charlotte sitting next to me.
"how do you think williams doing?" i asked, patting my hands on the floor infront of me
"i hope he's rotting in that prison." charlotte laughed.
"doubt it, michael told me he broke out some how." sammy muttered.
"what?" charlotte and i stared at him
"he's joking" Charlotte whispered incredulously
"he has to be" i whispered back
"willaim...he's like 40-something how could he break out of prison without breaking his back?"charlotte whispered, "sammy has to be lying or something, just ask him. i mean , he's your twin."
"sammy are you... like serious?" i asked. he nodded and sighed. i groaned and stood up.
"ill talk to mike about this." i said, leaving the restaurant and going to my house, which wasn't far down the street and i could move pretty quickly as a ghost.
i got to the door and as i opened it, i saw he wasn't there.
"what the..." where the fuck was he? probably freddys. why is he always there!
michael pov
"so...why did we come to freddys for our date? we could have gone anywhere, and you chose the place you almost died?" tyler took a sip of his drink.
"because! i need to keep watch on the new worker but if i'm alone, i can't do that safely." i explained.
"uh-huh..." tyler nodded. i took a bite of the cardboard they call pizza, and looked at all of the animatronics on stage. the stupid, purple bunny. the stupid chicken. and the stupid, brown, bear. the foxy was in a different section but he was fine. he wasn't haunted yet.
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after a while, the clock hit 11 and henry made us leave.
"wanna go to henry's?" i asked tyler, grabbing his hand. tyler shakes his head pulls me into his chest
"we can go to my place instead. my beds bigger." tyler kissed my cheek. i laughed and nodded.
as we were leaving, i saw dad enter the building. i glared at him until i felt tyler yank softly on my wrist.
"mike, he's just the night guard. i assure you, that's not your father."
"but-"
"mikey, think about it. why would your dad return to freddys after what happened. he knows you come here everyday!" tyler reasoned. i nodded and sighed. i hugged him quickly and smiled.
"ok." i nodded again, kissing his cheek.
"wanna...talk about how much you hate him?" tyler smiled, pulling me to his car.
"why yes. i do. so. THAT FUCKING TWINK. HES A LITTLE BITCH WHO MURDERED A BUNCH OF KIDS FOR THE IMMORTALITY, LOVE AND AFFECTION OF HENRY EMILY, WHICH ULTIMATELY GOT HENRY TO HATE HIM. and people have the ABSOLUTE BALLS to tell me i look like him??? FUCK THAT. IM A SEXY BITCH AND NOT A FUCKING SERIAL KILLER." i half-yelled. i was out of breath when i finished.
"i agree with that whole, you being sexy part, and yeah your dad had some...iffy motives...but hey! you're better than him, and that's what matters."
i smiled and nodded.
"much better than him." i giggled. i looked over and almost fell to the ground. the emily kids were sitting on the grass next to me and tyler.
"it's fine he can't see us." sammy said, smiling
thank you sammy, BUT THAT ISNT THE PROBLEM
"we wanna fuck with your dad but we don't know how. how should we?"
i pulled out my note book and wrote something down. "i think you should go to the back and fuck around with the puppet. he works the day shift. he hates the puppet."
"ok thank you!" charlie laughed, the 3 of them disappearing immediately.
"what did you write there, baby?" tyler smiled, leaning his head on my shoulder
"o-oh, nothing, dearest." i laughed it off, laying my head ontop of his. he nodded and wrapped his arm around my waist
sammy pov
we walked into the building, watching our father as he walked into the back.
william was sitting at a table, talking with the other day workers.
i sat in the table behind the two other guards, and just stared at william. he could see me, i knew that. he looked terrified.
"hey, will~ miss me?" charlotte smiled. I remembered she told me that we looked like formless, black blobs to him.
"dave? you alright, bud?" one of the guys asked
"perfectly fine... i need to go to the bathroom."
we followed him to the bathroom, and charlotte continued to taunt him with her sarcastic smile that i wasn't even sure he could see.
"why. why are you here?" he said, dropping the fake american accent.
"because. it's your turn. we helped michael, and now we hinder you." charlotte smirked.
"by taunting me? how immature are you? that you can only solve your problems with revenge?" william spat, turning around to face us.
"mm...i was about 4 when you killed me so...pretty immature." charlotte stopped smirking.
"t-that- that was 13 years ago-"
"you killed him 3 years ago. and you killed her merely 2 months ago." charlotte snapped. william started to back hand her, but his hand phased right through.
"'missed me." charlottes smirk returned.
"this will be fun." charlie laughed softly, punching my arm.
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Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)
Fanfiction(cover art not mine, it's by melinda hendrix on tumblr ) Updates will probably take a while, but hey what can I say Michael Afton was born on September 27th, 1968. His little siblings were born on April 13th, 1972, and the other on December 19th, 19...
