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Hello, this is my first book on this account. I will not tolerate any: hate, fighting in coments, racism, sexism, hate crime, homophobia, or just flat out being rude.
I know there is ALOT of controversy in the fandom over this sh...
Gregory tries to ignore his phone ringing while still half asleep. He presses snooze then shoves his head back onto his fluffy pillow. He wants to sleep forever but knows that's not gonna happen, he has had this slightly odd fear of sleeping to long...
Sometimes he watches human documentatries with Freddy because he's bored, but one time the documentary was talking about sleep and what would happen if you slept to long, and let's say he has had his alarm set to wake him up very early In the morning so that doesn't happen to him 5am to be exact, but we all know that's definitely not working.
... ... Boop beep* ...
Gregory groaned at the sound of another alarm but when he went to hit snooze there was no alarm going off. He realized that it was coming from him fazwatch and not his alarm. He groaned even louder this time. "Are you kidding me??? It's 5:34 who's doing what at this hour?!?" He slipped out of his sheets and walked over towards his charging dock where his fazwatch was charging. In the dark, he reached his hand out feeling for anything. Nothing. He used his other hand this time. Nothing
He sighed knowing that he had to turn on the lights to find it, knowing that he had to sacrifice his eyes for a minute or so,. He reached out his hand to the wall feeling for a light switch if only he could've done and succeeded with the fazwatch.
He flicked the lights on quickly. "GAH OW!" the light burning his eyes from staying in the dark to long. "Fuck, I hope I didn't wake anyone up..." he said while rubbing his eyes "... No, no I don't" he slightly chuckled at his own joke. Finally reaching for his fazwatch he checks the screen to see a message.
"5:33 -Vannesa- Hey Gregory, there's another kid loose in the building but it's my day off do you think you could do your sweet sweet mom a favor and find him?" -end of message.
He quickly texted back in disappointment:
"5:37 -Gregory- Hey Vans, sure I'll do it just give me a description. "- end of message.
A loading "..." appeared showing that she saw it and was texting back.
"5:38-Vannesa- Thanks Greg, the description is... Brown hair, dark colored eyes, he looks about your age 12-13, and is wearing a black shirt with white stripes, he seems to be holding a stuffed animal everywhere so watch out for missing plushies, he seems to be sad so when or if you find him make sure he's okay then call me. Appreciate it Gregory. Xx" -end of message
"Okay" Gregory sighed, "let's go find a kid..."
(Sorry for the short chapter I had 7 minutes to come up with this and write it but the next one will be longer)
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