Different types of cloth covered the floor. Carefully, very carefully, I stitched another piece onto the suit I was making. It was almost done, almost perfect. I knew he would like it; he liked the mask. I set the needle down and looked at my work. It took nearly a week, but I had finally done it. The suit was finished. I stood up and quickly tried it on. I stretched, jumped around, and even did a little dance. It was perfect. He would be thrilled, especially when I tell him it was stitched together by my own hand.
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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
