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Miserable Man - Dave Kushner
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All we wanted
Was a place to feel like home
That's why we parted
From our ways to heal our souls
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"Hey dear, are you okay?" I gasped out loud, throwing my head from my arms, shooting my eyes open with tears streaming down my face.
When I threw myself back I tumbled over backwards in a chair, only for large arms to wrap themselves around my chest catching me before I collided with the floor.
"Are you okay dear? That must've been a terrible nightmare." He said in a husky British accent.
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, closing my eyes and relaxing. "Y-yes, I'm so sorry. That was really the worst dream I've ever had. It felt so re-"
I opened my eyes, and stood up causing the chair I was sitting on to fall over onto the floor.
I frantically looked around at my surroundings, immediately realizing the establishment that I was in.
"T-This is Fredbears Family Diner..."? My whispers coming out as a question more than a statement.
The man saw how distraught I was, and picked the chair back up placing it behind me and softly smiled to himself before resting a hand on my shoulder ushering me to sit back down.
But I couldn't, I had so many thoughts racing through my mind that it was deemed impossible for me to even do something as simple as sitting down to catch my breath. I began to have a panic attack.
The man wrapped his arms around me from behind and hugged me. He leaned forward reaching his hands around me and wiped my tears away ushering me to turn around.
I did as he instructed with my eyes closed and buried my head into his clothing.
He gently ran circles on my back. Calming my panic attack down. I finally opened my eyes and looked up at him.
He was taken aback at the expression that was on my face as our eyes met.
"Um dear... You look as if you've seen a ghost"?
I pushed him away from me and took a step back. I couldn't believe my eyes?
'How was this happening?
How am I here?
Why the hell am I here?
Is he going to kill me?
What did I do to deserve this?'
My mind racing at alarming rates. He reached a hand out to me and I stepped back again.
"Don't you dare touch me! How are you here?" I yelled the tears still streaming down my face.
He raised an eyebrow, confused by my question. "Dear, this is my restaurant, the question is.. why are you here after closing time, and acting as if you're terrified of me...I've never seen you once in my life, I'd remember you I assure you." He said, his voice becoming deeper as he progressed.
"This can't be happening, I have to be dreaming still. There's no damn way that this is real. I-I just need to wake up. Right. Alright."
I sighed and sat down on the table clearly in a state of denial.
The man just stared at me, his expression going from curiosity to just aggravation.
"Alright, enough games. The restaurant is closed and you need to leave. I have to get home to my kids, and you're disrupting the little time I have to spend with them."
I laughed and practically spat out, "Oh sure. You're so eager to see your kids. After everything you've put them through."
His expression going from aggravation to rage. He reached out grabbing me by my hair and pulling me off of the table causing me to collide into his hard chest. He bent down to where our faces were inches from each other.
I winced at the pain realizing that this cannot be a dream, this is real, I feel this pain. I'm really here standing in Fredbears Family Diner, being manhandled by William Afton.
"Now you listen here DEAR, I don't know who the hell you think you are and how you think you know me, but you do not. I advise you to think before you speak such nonsense again." He spat, his voice terrifyingly low.
I gasped at his remark, and tears began flooding from my eyes once again, I don't know what was the matter with me. I don't know why I thought that my next actions wouldn't have any consequences, I think I was just so overwhelmed. I was hurt, I was finally happy with myself and the way my life was turning.
I ripped his hand away from me, causing him to rip a large sum of my hair out, blood slowly trickling down my head and into my eyes. I shoved him multiple times, I raised my hand balling it into a fist attempting to punch him. Before I could hit him he grabbed my arm with a wicked grin, the grin I'd read about many times in fanfics.
He pushed my hand back causing me to stumble backwards hitting my head on the wall. I began to slide down the wall from exhaustion but before I could he rammed his knee in between my thighs propping me up on his leg. He grabbed my other hand with his free hand and pinned me their giving me no route to escape.
"You have no right to speak to me in that tone when I shouldn't even be here! This is all a mistake. I was at my new house, about to have a fresh new start that was well deserved, I was happy!! I finally felt excited for my own future! All I've ever wanted was to feel at home! I finally fucking felt that tonight, and now look at me! I'm in some fucking alternate universes timeline standing in front of none other than William Vincent Afton, the notorious Child Murderer, The Man Behind the Slaughter!" I cried out, choking in between my own sobs. My voice breaking and going hoarse from yelling so loud.
He stood their not moving an inch, he just stared at me, his chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, occasionally looking at the blood dripping down from the top of my head. He glanced into my eyes and leaned to meet my level. Inches from my lips he grinned manically, and evaded my lips and moved to my ear.
"How in the fuck do you know me dear?" He whispered against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my whole body.
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