One Night at Freddy's

Snow

Dedicated to @Danidt for being the best reader ever ;)
Also dedicated to my 1/3 best friend Katelyn (I had to split up the title between three people) for writing her own book and letting me read it first.

Alice's POV

School was canceled. It had snowed all night and now it seemed everything outside had wrapped itself in a soft, thick, white blanket.

I pressed my hand to the cold window and leaned my forehead next to it.

"Katrina," I whispered, "I'm so sorry." I balled my hand into a fist and squeezed my eyes shut. "I knew about them . . . and I still left you," I blubbered. Renegade tears slipped past my eyelids, sliding down my cheeks and along my jaw.

I turned around and crumpled into a ball below my window. My shoulders repeatedly hit the wall from the force of my sobs. I imagined she probably felt like a caged animal in the hospital right now. She was probably furious with me.

There was a knock at my closed door.

"Y-yes?" I called, wiping my eyes and nose.

"Aren't you going to go for a walk?" My Mom's soft voice barely passed through the door.

"Uh, yeah I guess." I always go for a walk around the neighborhood whenever it snowed. Usually with Katrina.

I took my time adorning my coat, gloves, and hat. I looked at my legs. If I fell my jeans would get soaked and freeze. 'I'm only going for a walk,' I shrugged and swung open my door, almost hitting my mom in the face.

"Y-you've been standing there the whole time?" I asked.

"No, I just wanted to check on you again," she smiled, "It's not like you to stay holed up in your room all day."

"Well," I set my hand on her shoulder and tilted my head down to look her in the eye, "I'm going out now."

"Goodness, you have to look down at me now," Mom laughed, "You be glad you didn't get your height from me."

I laughed and moved past her into the long, dark hall. My socks slid across the hardwood floor as I moved towards the stairs. I tried my hardest not to slip on the newly polished steps, but, knowing myself, I'd probably fall on the last step.

"Bye, Mom!" I called, after successfully going down the stairs.

"Bye, be careful, Alice!" Mom called back.

I slid my feet into the combat boots I left at the bottom of the stairs. By now, Katrina would have already let herself in and she'd be muttering about me being "so slow."

My face fell into a frown as I bent to lace up my shoes. I stood and yanked my coat zipper from halfway zipped to my neck. Just before I opened the front door, I froze. Something was off. I sniffed the air. The familiar smell of bacon and pancakes was absent.

"Mom?" I called up the stairs.

"Yes?" Mom responded.

"Where's Dad?"

"He left for work while you were in your room."

"In this snow?"

"Gotta make money somehow," Mom sang.

"Oh, okay. Bye, love you."

"You too."

I left the house, skipping breakfast because I knew Dad wouldn't have made me anything since I didn't come down early enough.

The wind whipped my blonde hair, which I hadn't bothered to brush, into my face. Snowflakes landed on my eyelashes and stuck to my black coat. I pulled my little black knit hat further on my head in an attempt to tame my hair. My breath clouded in front of me.

I stepped down the front steps. My feet crunched into the snow and left deep footprints. I followed the path in front of the steps to the driveway. I trudged up the steep driveway and shoved my hands into my pockets at the top. Taking a deep, cold breath, I kicked my leg out and started walking down the sidewalk.

I slowed when I reached Katrina's house. I stopped and faced the house. I felt like I was waiting for something. I shook my head.

"Katrina's not here," I laughed to myself, "Why would I be waiting for her?" I started to walk away.

I heard the door open and close. I looked over my shoulder at the house, thinking it was just Ms. Carter.

A figure, dressed in a stark white coat and a gray knit scarf, rubbed their bare hands together. Dark brown hair swirled around their head.

'No way,' I thought, 'She didn't tell me she was released.'

The figure looked up and met eyes with me. I'd know those light green eyes anywhere.

"Katrina!" I called and ran across her front yard. I hurried up the three front steps and reached for a hug. She looked away from me. "You didn't tell me you were released," I said dejectedly and lowered my arms.

Katrina turned around and reached for the door. I grabbed her shoulder.

"Look," I pleaded when she threw a glare over her shoulder at me, "I am really sorry. I just thought you'd get a ride or something."

"You couldn't wait ten extra minutes?"

"W-well, i-it was already 11:45 a-and I just . . ." I trailed off. My face turned red and I looked to the ground. "Please forgive me," I pressed my palms together like I was praying.

"If you let me do one thing," Katrina still hadn't turned around to face me.

"Anyth--"

Before I could finish the word, Katrina spun around and punched me in the nose. I fell back on my butt in the snow. Warm blood dripped into my parted lips. I spit it out and held my fingers to my nose.

"What was that for?" I asked, my voice sounding awfully nasal.

"I guess we're closer to even than before," Katrina's face was set in stone, "not by much though." She turned and walked down the steps, heading towards the sidewalk.

"W-wait!" I called to her back. I moved my hand from my nose to the ground. I tried to push myself up, but blood flowed into my mouth again. I coughed and fell to where I was propping myself up with my elbow. Blood dripped onto the snow, creating intricate red designs in the soft ice.

I sat up. My jeans were soaked and heavy. I ran my coat sleeve across my face, probably smearing blood on my cheek. I stood and followed Katrina's footsteps.

That's All Folks!
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