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0.3 Chapter 1 - Disappearance

TW// death, gore, blood, tombstones
George's POV
George was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pocket, watching over the kids and animatronics. The place had been very successful so far. No horrific accidents.

The place was beginning to clear out as the sun began to set. He always made it clear to try and get out before 7pm if you had a party of younger kids, 10pm for older.

His eyes kept flicking back and forth between the clock and the remaining guests. He was honestly excited- Punz said he had a great idea not only for his suit, but for the restaurant as well.

"Gonna head out," Tommy said to him, elbowing his arm and then wincing, seeming to forget he was literally made out of metal.

"Alright, sounds good," George chuckled, lightly ruffling the youngers hair. Tommy rolled his eyes playfully and left the building, concluding the day.

The pizzeria owner locked the door and grabbed his cleaning supplies, humming a song quietly to himself.

It was never much of a mess, thankfully. Just a quick wipe-down of the tables and sweep and everything was pretty much ready.

The animatronics were another story. He looked closely at them, checking every small detail to make sure nothing was off. Even though there was no way in the world that anything could happen to any kid at this restaurant, he was still worried.

Completing his nightly tasks, he went into the back. He had to go downstairs and do his other stuff now.

That's where he was cut off from his tracks by Punz grabbing his arm. George turned quickly, warning bells going off in his head.

"PUNZ!" George shouted as his friend nearly collapsed in his arms.

He had cuts and scratches all over. One side of his face had been entirely ripped off, and his clothes were ripped and torn. Disturbing bruises covered his now exposed arms and his face.

"Punz!" George yelled again, laying him down. He leaped to his feet to grab the emergency medical supplies, panic threatening to overwhelm him.

"George-" Punz gasped, his voice strained.

"Don't talk, I'll help!" George exclaimed, using his limited medical knowledge to try and stop the bleeding. He realized that Punz had been stabbed multiple times in the chest/stomach area.

While he was grabbing his phone to call 911, Punz looked to be getting more and more distant, his breathing uneven and rough.

"George you.. you have to be careful," Punz warned him. George looked at his dying friend in alarm.

"What?" George cried, dropping his phone. "Punz what?"

"He-" Punz was cut off with a harsh cough and a big inhale. "He's..."

"Punz please," George held one of his hands, knowing the hard truth. He didn't want to accept it. He couldn't.

Punz only answered with a short sigh, and only about two seconds later George realized what had just happened.

"PUNZ!" George screamed, pulling up and hugging his friend tightly. If he could cry he would have been bawling his eyes out. "PUNZ NO!"

He knew there was no way Punz was coming back. He was dead.

And somebody had killed him.

George's eyes popped open, him not realizing he had closed them. Somebody had murdered Punz. Quite brutally, too, by the looks of it.

He realized the phone call was still going. He grabbed and hung up. Punz was long gone now. And George knew he wouldn't have wanted a police investigation.

George picked up Punz's body respectfully and walked outside through the back. He could feel a presence here with him, and George remembered what Punz had told him.

He was able to see ghosts. Perhaps not as strong as Punz's connection had been, but apparently he was able to.

Is he here with me now? George wondered. He knew when he had died his soul had been flung right out of him.

He continued to walk through the woods, following the path he had made in his head.

And here it was.

A small clearing, the most covered by trees and yet still exposed to the sun, when it was up. Moonlight shone through the leaves overhead, casting small rays of light onto the six graves he had made months ago.

One was for Dream. He may have been a bad guy, but everybody deserves a grave. George also believed it would keep their souls at rest. A small yellow carnation and a crimson rose were laid in front of his tombstone.

The second was for Fundy. George might have never known him well, but he was still with them at some point. He still had his own life.

The third was Grian. The kind partner of Dream all those years ago. The one who couldn't handle his guilt and locked himself away somewhere nobody had ever been able to find.

The fourth was Wilbur's. George remembered him fondly. He missed the British man, truly. The way he had gone out was honestly cruel.

The fifth was for Niki. True, she had died a very long time ago, but her spirit still lingered. And everyone deserves a peaceful passing. How she had passed was 100% not peaceful, so George decided he wanted to give her something nice.

George set down Punz's body on the grass and grabbed the shovel he had hidden. Time to dig.

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He returned after three days, amaryllis in hand. Three days of questions, three days of no answer. He set the flower down on Punz's grave and saluted.

"Rest in peace, Punz," George said, his voice breaking. "I'll miss you."

0.3

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