[ WAR OF HEARTS ] DISCONTINUED

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Happy late Valentines day or something- idk i'm single. Have a chocolate 🍫🍫we'll get through this together sobs

And if u arent lonely, then damn ok. I hope things went well

I also left a special gift next chapter <333

Heads up! Long chapter coming in your way

Enjoy :))

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A light drizzle poured around the 'plex. The night sky was covered by dark clouds- leaving no space to gaze at the stars. The car lights, some working lamp posts, and selective bright windows are present outside.

Giving a more pleasant sight when paired up with the light rain.

It was past midnight- late at night, or perhaps, early morning.

All the shutters within the pizzaplex were closed. Many security bots circled every floor, wet floor sign bots standing idly- staring at anyone who comes by, and the map bot on all his glory- still active despite the closing time.

And yet, despite the numerous robots and animatronics roaming around, the 'plex was dull. Even with the soft glow of neon lights and light shows, it'll never be the same without the loud bustling crowds and the constant excited screams of children.

But now, it was currently quiet.

The only audible sound- besides the muffled rain- was the soft mechanic whirring, gears turning once in a while, and the crumbling sound of an aluminum can.

A faint hum of the Freddy's Pizzaplex theme echoed on his mind. His eyes were half-lidded with a lazy yet content smile graced his face- focused at the 'yet-to-be masterpiece' work in his hands.

His room- or rather, his green screen room- was littered with empty fizzy-faz cans and candy wrappers. Yet, despite all the mess that he made, it wasn't visible at the outside glass- the thick yet very transparent glass that acts as a barrier to his room from the outside.

The lad has been up all night questioning his friends an odd question, and asking the 'hardworking' employees to do him a favor- in exchange for a week of peace.

What a bummer, he thought. He started off with a '3 days peace', not a whole week.

He sighed disappointedly, seeing that the strands of aluminum were tangled- meaning he has to redo it again. He sadly crumble the failed piece on his hands, hearing the thin pieces of metal colliding on his hands cringed his ears.

He uncurled his fists and tried to shoot the ball of steel in a trash bin. Half-heartedly throwing the pretend ball, it only bounces off the rim and settled on the side- accompanied by more crumbled cans.

The shot wasn't exactly easy, seeing that he was on the floor, and the Freddy-themed bin was towering against him.

It was boring, he admits, that there isn't anything entertaining in his room. The atmosphere was bland and boring, but he assures himself that once he finds you- you'll quickly shift the mood into a comfortable one.

Though he has a bit of a problem currently, he couldn't meet you yet because he was busy doing something. He'll just find an excuse, like he was hanging out with Monty and Freddy or gushing around with the ladies.

But one thing he noticed was he didn't see you pass by his room- you never pass by his room. Odd.

Huffing bitterly, his brows furrowed while grabbing a red empty yet in a good state can- though his half-assed smile was still on his lips. He mentally marked out on where to cut the piece of aluminum and grabbed the sharp scissors he stole.