Could care less (DSaf AU)

Start of a weird friendship

Warning
Slight language
Mention of death
Jack being a baby about killing kiddens

Jack's POV
Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to the deal, I barely even know this Dave person. Plus, wasn't I supposed to be saving dead kids not making them? Well, it's too late now and I don't really want to back out. "That plan's kinda gruesome, don't you think?" I asked, I mean, he seems like he had been doing this for years. Kind of a silly question. "What did you expect?" Was all Dave had to say. Reasonable answer... I suppose. Those awkward few minutes of silence when he helped me suit up were sort of peaceful to say the least, but how can anyone feel safe around an experienced child murderer? Guess I'm the first one (I think). Attracting kids to Dave was hard enough when adults looked at me funny, however, I managed. Phoney did say I was a professional liar, did he not?

No POV
Jack led 5 children into the dimly lit safe room, Dave stood behind the door. 5 of many, many to not see their family and friends for a long time. That half a minute scarred Jack for the rest of his undead life but thrilled Dave to finally watch something struggle to stay conscious. "What a rush that was, sport?" Dave asked his new partner in crime, Jack mumbled, shook and cried as silently as he could. Dave noticed and quickly helped the orange man out of the suit before attempting to comfort him, the limp corpses in front of them didn't help at all. "Do you not realize what you've done?" Jack asked loud enough for only people a foot or closer could hear, his crying stopped temporarily. "But you agreed to the job, didn't you want this?" The purple man asked, that question sounded oddly familiar to Jack. However, he quickly got up and left leaving Dave to clean up on his own. "What an ass." He thought to himself, "Now I have to get rid of the evidence on my own." Half an hour later it was around 2:00 P.M, the orange man watched children play, some of them tugged on their parent's sleeves, pointed at him and seemed to ask a question. The parent's mouth always answered, but he could never tell how any of the conversations went no matter how hard he tried. Soon, Dave in the Spring Bonnie suit came out and put on a mini performance. How did Jack know it was that maniac? Some of his tangled hair poked through the eye holes and mouth.

About three adults asked the mutant orange fruitloop if he'd seen their child, all three times made Jack sick to his stomach. "I can't believe that I've taken any role in this." He thought, and when he did, Dave came up behind him out of costume. "Watcha 'thinkin about, old sport?" He asked, the sudden shift in volume made the orange man jump in his chair. "Didn't mean to scare you, but really, what's on your mind?" "I bet you already know," Jack replied, "you caused it." The purple man's face turned into an exaggerated upset expression. "Sport, I am hurt by how rude you are!" He exclaimed, his accent blending with a stereotypical 'Damsel in distress' tone. Jack couldn't help but smile and roll his eyes at Dave's childish behavior, but how and why was he being so calm after killing kids right in front of this particular crybaby? Nobody will ever know. He apologized and the two men talked for the rest of their shifts, time flies when you're having fun. "Alright. Time to go." Scott said, stepping in front of the two. All of them said good bye and walked home, what a nice first day at work. Killing children would now be mainly what the aubergine and tangerine did together at work, nobody has to know.
Tomorrow's another day.

646 words
A new record on how many words I've written, I'm so proud of myself. This was written at 1/31/2021 11:26 P.M. Tomorrow's my birthday month. Yay
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