🖤"𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝐸𝓂𝑜 𝐵𝑜𝓎"🖤

"Teenagers"

⚠️Swear and alcohol/drug warning⚠️

        9:30 pm, on a Wednesday night in the chilling wind of early October sweeping threw the year of 1981. Michael chatters his teeth, crossing his arm and stopped his foot on a dried up leaf as some sorta 'defiance' against the cold. The sudden movement made the shorter chica-mask-wearer flinch. Impatiently now tapping his foot, Michael stared daggers at the door, like that would make his friends appear any faster.  

       "Should we really be doing this?" Crisp, dried leaves skipped across the pavement and under the illuminating moon and streetlights.

      That question earned the chica-mask-wearer a sideways glance from under Michaels plastic covered mask. Another gust of wind passed threw, making Chica mask stuff his hands in the pockets of his blue hoodie. Obviously he wasn't use to sneaking out past 8:00pm, heck, nor even on a school night.

       ". . . Dunno, but I'm not gonna freeze my ass off for nothing" 

       Chica mask nodded in response to that hesitantly which seemed to satisfy his question. Silence once again grew over the two, leaving the sounds of the pirouetting fall leaves, brushing against the ground, to fill the silence. Yelling, along with shifting, could be heard from inside the seven eleven. 

       "Get back here!" The entrance door swung open harshly, thinking the force would be able to break the glass. Two boys ran past them, with one of em holding a case a bottles, well the other was following after em. 

       "You two coming or not?!" Michael and chica mask ran after them, with an angry store clerk now having to chase 4 teens. They cut across the road dodging cars, who swerved, yelled, and cussed at them. But they didn't care, they wanted to get away fast and with their stolen loot. Right, left, left, right, left, after what felt like yards and yards of running, turning, jumping over fences, the group of teens stopped at a old rusted park. Panting like their lungs were about to explode, with adrenaline still coursing threw their veins, the grouped just looked at each other, and laughter bursted from the four of them. 

      "Did you see the look on that guys face!?" The boy following after the blondie with then beer chuckled. Getting a better look at the other two boys, the blond one hade a plastic Freddy fazbear mask on, well the boy who followed him out of the store had a plastic Bonnie the bunny mask on. 

      Lifting off his mask, revealing his dark blue eyes, brown hair, and white skin, Michael set the red foxy mask on one of the picnic tables. 

        "What did you guys even get?" 

        "A good case of Coors Light" the blondie said holding up the 6 pack smugly.

       "Wouldn't that be underage drinking?" Questioned the short boy.

        "Tch come on Simon don't be a fun sponge!" The Freddy mask wearer said taking off his mask, revealing his white skin,  brown umber eyes, smug still on his face.

         "I- um" Simon opened his mouth to say something but no words came out, he just went along and took off his mask, revealing his brown skin, darker brown hair, light brown eyes, with some round glasses that were perched on his nose. 

          "I'm just saying. . . It could be bad for your brain" Simon suggested.

       "Fine more for me, Michael, and Patrick" The Freddy mask said grabbing three bottles and tossed one to Michael and the other to the Bonnie mask, who was now known as Patrick. The Freddy mask also handed Simon a soda since he knew he wasn't gonna drink any alcohol.

         Patrick took his mask off, revealing his white-ish dark skin, amber colored eyes, and black hair. 

       "Fredrick, you sure this is safe? And I won't get caught by my parents for drinking?" Wind chimes made pretty music in the park, since some apartments were good few yards away from the park.

    "As long as you know how to control you alcohol, Michael" Fredrick chuckled opening the lid of the by using the picnic table as a bottle opener. "But just to be safe you can drink half off the bottle, so you're not drunk off your rocker"

   Sighing and giving into the peer pressure he opened the bottle the same way Fredrick did and took a swig of the alcohol. He face scrunched at first but soon it started to taste Simi tolerable but he did stop at half of the bottle, getting a small buzz from the alcohol intoxication.

  "I should head home though- since my parents might think I snuck out and what not" Michael said putting the bottle down on the picknick table, then put his foxy mask on. Patrick let out a small hum of acknowledgment well Simon nodded.

   "Don't get caught, red." Michael jokingly flipped Fredrick off as he walked away, with another sudden gust of wind hitting him. So he walked his way home kicking some leaves on the way. Hoping his parents wouldn't be up. His father never comes home most of the time, his mother is usually fast asleep by this time of the night, and his siblings.... Well he could just easily intimidate them, he is the oldest after all. 

   What could go wrong?

Autors Note

CHAPTER ONE IS DONE! Hope everyone enjoyed this story so far!