Friday [EVENING PT.2]

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[All descriptive information about Hex was straight from the FNF Mod Wiki, happy reading!]



We pulled up to Hex's house. My jaw dropped, this guy lived in a mansion. I wasn't sure what to say, we parked in the private parking lot. "When you said I could stay with your friend... I was expecting an apartment." I muttered, taking of my helmet and getting off the motorcycle, Pico laughed.

"Well least you know for sure you won't be sleeping on some dusty couch." Pico patted my shoulder and walked up out of the parking lot, I followed behind him. After some time we got to the property, marble stairs leading up to what can only be described as a palace. Mosaics, statues of basketball players, and spruce trees all lined up leading us to the front door which was about the size of a boulder.

Pico pressed the silver button on the side of it and requested entry. There was silence but both of the doors opened, a tall robot greeted us at the door. His head was that of a television with two mangled antennas on top of it, a smiling cyan face was displayed on his screen, and it seemed he was wearing a white basketball shirt with the number sixteen imprinted on it with orange shorts with white stripes going down the sides. In short, he looked like a basketball player.

"Pico! It's wonderful too see you again friend!" Hex beamed, his voice sounded like a chorus of layered electronic voices. "Oh, who's this? Mind introducing yourself?" he crouched down to my level and offered his hand. "Name's Y/N, I already know yours." I smiled and shook his hand, Hex's cyan smile seemed to become brighter. "I'm so glad Pico told you about me! I'm also fascinated that he's made a new buddy! He's been so-" Pico coughed aggressively, shooting Hex a glare, he just winked then directed his attention back to me.

"Anyway you guys are gonna get along just fine. Your shift starts at eight o clock Y/N, see ya." Pico nodded to Hex and I then walked off towards the parking lot. We stood there in silence for a moment before Hex offered to teach me how to play basket ball. I accepted knowing I didn't have much else to do.

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