"Michael?" I whispered.
Freddy leant into my palm. His lidded eyes had never looked so sad.
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When Y/n stumbles across a job opening for the Glamrock's manager at the infamous Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex and is inexplicably drawn there, the...
And we're slow to acknowledge the knots in our laces
Heart it races
And we go back to where we moved out to the places
Heart it races
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"Well, if it isn't Y/n L/n. You've grown!"
"Hi, Mr. Kim," I greeted the elderly man that stood behind the counter of Hurricane's little local library with a smile. "You haven't aged a day."
"You flatter me." Mr. Kim chuckled in the same gravelly, smoker voice that he had when I was younger. I used to frequent the library with Michael often during our youth, but those visits had eventually dwindled into nothing. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you popping by after all these years?"
I tapped the pads of my fingertips on the counter edge and let my smile drop into a curious countenance. "Do you still keep past newspapers?"
Mr. Kim had hairy, grey eyebrows that stuck out so far that you could probably braid them. They pulled up in surprise at my query, tickling his hairline. He let his hands lay atop a pile of checked-in books and tilted his head with obvious interest - not many people were requesting for newspapers, these days.
"We do," he answered, "they're digitally filed into the computer system."
I let loose a breath of relief and began to quickly retreat towards the direction of the computers. "Awesome. Thanks, Mr. Kim. It's good to see you again."
