Five Nights At Freddy's (A Story Called Lucky Rabbits' Foot)

same old, same old...

After the test, Chelsea decided to draw on the margins of her paper. Drawing sketches of faces, eyes, and dragon wings. After time was up for the test, and the bell to dismiss all middle schoolers of the day had rang, Chelsea grabbed her things and stood, waiting at the door for Anthony to grab his belongings and walk with her. They didn't have the same transportation to their homes. Anthony rode
home with his mom in her car, while Chelsea had other means of transportation. On most days, she took the bus. But if her uncle was in a bad mood that morning, she would try to walk home as slow as possible. Or she would go home with a friend if their parents had allowed it.
She didn't like depending on others for a place to stay, but if they offered, she would be more than happy to stay. Sometimes she wondered if her uncle even
knew she was there or not. It was normal of him to not care, or to leave for days on end without warning. She didn't mind, the more he stayed away, the more
peace in her life. "you know you don't have to wait for me, right?" Anthony called out, as he walked to where Chelsea was standing. "I mean, we go different ways, you ride the bus and I'm a car-rider so..." Anthony said, trailing off, whilst rotating his hand in circles to make his point. "yea, but I still do it anyways, so..." Chelsea remarked. Mocking his exact words and movements at the end. "ha ha, very funny" he said,
walking out the door with Chelsea following behind. "so how do you think you did
on the test?" Chelsea asked. Stopping in the hallway to talk to Anthony. "well if I had to guess, which is what I did on the test by the way" he said laughing at his
own joke "I'd say... terrible" he looked down to the floor in embarrassment. "what about you?" he said, changing the subject. "well, if I had to guess, I'd say I did ok. But don't be so hard on yourself, I'm sure you did fine!" she said, butting the emphasis on "I". she started to walk again in the direction of the busses. "but we will know tomorrow I suppose" she said,
calling out to him as she walked away. Anthony started down his trail too, calling out "yea, I guess so." She gave a small wave to him as she kept walking, and so did he. She turned back around and headed to the bus stop that was outside of the school. The bus she rode was never to crowded, but it wasn't empty either. The middle schoolers and high schoolers rode the same buses. first load would pick up the high schoolers first, that go to the middle schoolers. The second loaders would wait for the middle school buses to go to the high school. Chelsea was a second load bus rider. She would wait outside of the schools gates at the bus stop where the other second loaders where. Usually, she would plug in her headphones and block out all of the sounds of the world from her hearing. But today, before she
could reach for them, she caught an intriguing conversation. She wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but the two boys' conversation struck Chelsea to listen more. "-I heard it was because of the rumors that started, that kids went missing." One boy said. He had brown hair and wore light blue glasses. He looked like one of those gamer nerds that sat in the back of biology class, discussing the latest hit game that no one really cared about except for their group. He had brown eyes and wore a green hoodie with tan shorts. This sentence was what struck Chelsea's curiosity. She stopped moving, with her headphones in hand, suspended in mid-air. What? She thought, she stopped and listened to the rest of their conversation as much as she could. "yea, I heard it was because the smell that
came from the robots" another boy said. He had dark and greasy-looking hair, his eyes where a dark greyish-blue, and he wore mainly black clothes. "not gonna lie, that place was fun though. The pizza could've been better, but Freddy's was an awesome place to go to during the hot summer days." The boy with brown hair had stated. Wait, Freddy's was shut down? When? I don't remember hearing anything abou- her thoughts were cut off by the black-haired boy's "they got rid of everything I heard, even the robots." Chelsea stopped listening, after what she heard, she couldn't bare anymore bad news about what was once her childhood. Now, apparently in ruins due to the
place closing down. She put her headphones in and listened to her music. But she couldn't stop thinking about Freddy's. the place her father worked before he had tragically died. The place where she met her first and possibly only best friend, the
place she got to learn about her dreams to follow in her fathers' footsteps. Gone, just gone, like that. So many memories gone, the time her and Charlie carved their names into the wooden floor behind the stage where they kept the decommissioned animatronics, gone. The time Chelsea had first seen her father
work on the robots and fix them up, good as new. It took everything for her to not cry right then and there. The only part of her life that she had ever experienced true happiness- gone. She couldn't believe it, she had to see for herself. She had to know the truth. If it where the truth, that meant that the only place she had ever really spent time with her father at was now gone. Just like him and her mother. Before she knew it, the bus had pulled up to the bus stop and she watched the two boys that where just talking about her childhood like it was just some place, like it was just trash to get swept up from the world. Like it had meant nothing to them. She wanted the truth, but she didn't think asking them would be ideal. Asking them meant admitting that she was eavesdropping, she didn't have the guts to admit such a thing. She would have to wait until she got home. With what felt like forever, her bus finally got home at around 4 P.M. she didn't
even have time to open the door before she heard a crash. She knew what that meant, it meant her uncle was angry. At what she didn't know, and in reality, she
didn't want to find out. She hesitantly walked through the screen door on the porch, slowly opening the white door that was stained with dust and dirt after
many years of use. When she walked inside, she could smell the cigarette smoke wafting from the living room. She hated it when her uncle smoked in the house. It just proved that he couldn't care less about her or her stuff. She had half a mind to pour every last cigarette he had out into the toilet. But she knew that would only make things worse, he would break more things, put more holes through her fathers' walls. She wanted the house to stay as well maintained for as long as possible, but she knew that it would never happen. The house was in bad shape, it looked like a wrecking ball had dove through its busted-up walls. The only part of the house that was clean was her bedroom. You would figure that someone who spent all his time at home, he would at least keep the house maintained. But that was her uncle, if some cleaning had to be done, it was usually her responsibility. Even if she had been at school all day. And when she got home, he had found some new way to make it messier than how he had left it last time. That is why she mainly stayed at a friend or anywhere else if she could help it. When she walked into the Livingroom, she saw her uncle sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand, when she walked around the couch to see what the noise was about before she walked in, she saw a broken beer bottle laying on the floor. She felt disgusted with him. How can he stand to live in his own filth like that? She thought. She didn't even realize she was making a face until her uncle broke her train of thought "what? Got a staring problem?" she was taken aback by what he
had said. She didn't think she was staring, but she guessed she might have looked a little longer than expected. Her uncle was like a ticking bomb, never knowing when he would go off.
One minute, he was laughing at jokes on the T.V, the next, he was angry about something trivial, like the day Chelsea decided to wear sandals instead of shoes.
For some reason, he didn't like the way they looked with her outfit, and the topic of "go change your shoes" had become into a full out screaming fest of "you're a failure, no one will care for you when your living in a ditch." On some days, he would even act sad. He would go into an "oh whoa is poor pitiful me" state. Sometimes, it would make Chelsea feel bad, but most of the time, she knew he deserved to feel bad about himself, If only for a moment. She turned her attention back to her uncle, he was a tall stature of a man. He had dark brown hair and a short beard that had a few grey hairs here and there. He wore polo sleeved shirts almost every day. His eyes were a cold, distant dark blue. "no, I just wanted to know what that noise was." Chelsea shyly spoke. She didn't know what would Trigger him. She didn't want another episode like last week. "none of your damn business, little girl" he spat hatefully towards her. she hated the name he gave her when he was mad. She was no "little girl". He always did this, when she seemed to care, he seemed to hate her more, it made her confused. She walked away, hoping to avoid the ticking time bomb that was her Uncle "where do you think you're going?" he asked, slamming the bottle of alcohol on the coffee table, making her flinch. Well, to late for avoiding this. She thought to herself. She turned back around to face her angered uncle. "I... I have homework to do... so..." she lied, she just wanted an excuse to get away from her uncle's wrath. He picked up the bottle and took a drink. She didn't know if he was gonna give her an answer, he had a habit of leaving ln conversations unfinished, only to get mad at you when you walked away. so, she went to her room after waiting what felt like minutes. When she walked into her room, she heard him mumble something, thinking he was talking to himself, she set her stuff down and continued to pull out her laptop. She might've lied about having homework to do, but that didn't mean she didn't have something to do. When she sat down on her bed, she didn't even realize how tired she was. so, before she did some research on the place she spent most of her childhood, she wanted to take a small nap. Her uncle had been up till two A.M about this and that, rambling on about anything he could be mad
about. what he was saying, she couldn't make out, and she couldn't care less either. His drunken incoherent babbling had kept her up all night. It wasn't like she could say anything to him though, it would have only gotten worse, and that would've meant she would be up longer. Awaking at seven P.M from her much-needed nap, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. After taking a few minutes to fully wake up, she remembered what she needed to do. she knew she would spend the next few hours digging for something that might have been just childish middle-schooler gossip. but she
couldn't risk it being the truth, as much as it could've been a lie, too. but she had to research what was really happening to the place that carried almost all of her
childhood memories. It was around nine P.M. when she finally disclosed the truth, or what seemed to be the truth. She knew that just one article wasn't enough to prove what their
conversation had been about. she found a news article titled "YOUNG LOCAL BOY, GONE MISSING AT LOCAL CHILDREN'S PIZZERIA." So, it was true, what they were saying about missing children, she thought in shock. When she clicked on the article it showed a picture of a missing boy, said to be about the age of seven. On the article, there was a picture of him. He was a small child with light brown hair
and freckles. Unfortunately, the article never released his name for the public eye to see. She didn't think their accusations of the place closing down would be true. the place had been around way before she was born, and she never heard of anything
bad happening there. It was a safe haven for all, parents all around her town would send their kids to Freddy's when the parent's wanted a day out without children running around. after some more digging, she found another title. Except
this time, it had exactly what she was looking for. "PIZZA PLACE SAID TO SHUT DOWN BY YEARS END" she was shocked. She checked the date of the article. It
was released to the public over a year ago. According to the article, the place would shut down in November, which was a few months ago. she couldn't believe what her eyes where bearing witness too. "oh my-" she was cut short of her sentence when the sound of glass met the floor and shattered in the kitchen.