For Their Amusement (FNAF)

Chapter 1 - Six Days Left

Vanny's letters came periodically. Every other week, I'd get a letter addressed to me. They weren't always pictures. Sometimes Vanny would just write some stupid nonsense that didn't make any sense. At first, each time I got a letter I had to calm myself down, but now I'd become so desensitized to it, it didn't affect me anymore. I'd read it like any other letter.

I kept all of them. I wanted to burn the pictures of Evan, but I didn't have a lighter and I didn't trust myself with matches. I hid them in my desk in a folder and tucked beneath everything.

Nobody knew about them. I had wanted to tell Michael as soon as possible, but when I tried, I just couldn't do it. He let me stay home the next day instead of going to school, which gave me time to hide everything. I didn't give Bowtie new batteries until I'd hidden them.

Michael assumed it was just my friends leaving silly letters for me. He thought it was cute; a nice and old-fashioned way for my friends to interact with one another. He suggested I should try writing one for them, too, and so to keep up the lie, I did write to them. Then they began writing back. We didn't ever speak about it, we just started writing letters to each other one day and haven't stopped since. I could always tell which letters were from my friends and which were from Vanny. My friend's all had horrible handwriting, except Isaac, but he had nicer envelopes. Besides, Vanny's letters never had any addresses on it, while my friends seemed to mail them to me.

At some point, Michael got fed up with asking me about seeing a psychiatrist and forced me to try at least two weeks of therapy. I disagreed, telling him I didn't want to, but Michael didn't listen and I met Dr. Hudson. I didn't like him at first, no fault of his own, I just didn't like being there against my will, but he spent our first time getting to know me. We played a board game as he asked questions about my life before the pizzaplex incident, and when I told him I didn't want to answer he'd move on to the next. By the second week, about five sessions in, I finally caved and told Michael I'd keep seeing him. Now I see him every Wednesday, right after school.

He was the one who prescribed me my happy pills, which did not make me happy at all. They just made me numb, which was arguably an even worse feeling, so I didn't take them often. I didn't tell him about my hallucinations, though I probably should've. It was just hard to bring up.

Michael met with his therapist, too. He didn't want to change therapists even though he moved so far away, so they do video calls pretty frequently, usually in the morning as it'd be afternoon for her. She suggested several times to find someone closer, but Michael insisted on staying with her. I think he just didn't want to go through explaining everything again.

My school life fluctuated between good and an absolute nightmare. My friends were great, even better than I remember from before December. I realized how much I took them for granted, and I was so glad I had a chance to turn it around with them. But, Josh's bullying only got worse. He'd basically do anything in his power to make me miserable. He'd find a way to get me alone to hit me, or leave things in my locker for me to find. When I tried social media for the first time, he was quick to spam death threats, so I deleted my account and never tried again. He followed me home once, when I was out with my friends. He never did anything with that knowledge, though, other than sending a photo of my apartment window to Mai's direct messages. That was pretty scary, though.

I wasn't really necessarily popular at school, either. Ever since that video of me in Sellers's class spread around the school, it didn't take long for other students to turn their back on me. My friends didn't though, and thank goodness they didn't, because I don't think I'd be able to survive without them.

Today was Saturday. Jay and Isaac were having a baseball game this afternoon, and Tyler, Mai, and I were all going to watch, though we were probably gonna run off and hang out until the game's over. Then, we'd spend the night at Jay's.