I laid my head down on the desk and sighed. I don't know how long I'd stayed in this room thinking. Remembering how things used to be before the murders. I knew they'd never be the same again. The kids were gone, and he was gone. We had been such good friends, what would make him snap like that? Was it something I did? Is that why he killed her? I shouldn't think much about it. But I miss it. The golden days.
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FNAFtober (But Words)
FanfictionSince I can't draw but like the idea of FNAFtober, I thought it would be a pretty cool idea to write something to go with each day instead. Fnaf and the daily prompts don't belong to me
