Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

A day in the Life

Henry grabbed his worn backpack stuffed with a water bottle, a beach towel, and a block of board wax and ran to his garage. The door needed to be manually opened because the electric system broke years ago and his deadbeat dad never cared to get it fixed. Henry would, honestly, but the broken garage door only made his father's life a little bit more difficult and therefore, Henry's life was made a little bit better.

His surfboard was on two hooks on the wall and he grabbed it off, tucking it under one arm and grabbed his skate board with the other. He jogged to the end of the driveway and threw his skateboard down and hopped on, kicking off and leaning a little to the side to counterbalance the weight of his surf board. He zipped down the side walk in the direction of the beach. He whizzed through the projects. Through his town. Ironic that they were only minutes from L.A. but not everybody can live that plastic lifestyle and Henry was one of the people. He didn't even have a car.

"Henry! Mijo!" A voice called after him and he put his foot down, halting the board. He hopped off and leaned his surfboard against a palm tree.

"Hey, Hector!" Henry grinned as the older man came up to him.

"You'll be at Camilla's quinceanera, right?" Hector asked, looking Henry up and down. Henry was wearing floral swim trunks and a worn tank top cut down to his mid-waist.

"Yeah, of course. Wouldn't miss it." Henry grinned. Hector and his wife were a huge part in the community. Their family hosted most of the neighborhood parties and Henry was the token gringo. There weren't many white people in this neighborhood, as it was majority Hispanic, but nobody really saw Henry as white. He was fluent in Spanish and was at every party. He could cook as well as anybody and was taught to be a real man by them. Where Henry's biological father failed him, he had his community. And then there was Maria, but she was a different story. She was the mother that Henry never had.

"Alright, son. And don't worry about bringing anything, I know how you can get." Hector scolded. Henry laughed.

"You know I will. I always have something. Especially for Camilla! Tell her I said happy birthday. Wait, no let me do that myself..." He flashed a grin and Hector returned it, heading back to his house with a wave over his shoulder.

Putting his board back down and picking up his surfboard, he took off. He was at the crest of a hill and sailed down smoothly, weaving back and forth in a lazy motion. He zoomed past cars and people mowing their lawns or grilling out for lunch. The day was beautiful and he knew the beach would be perfect. Looking to his right, Henry saw the skyline of L.A glint in the bright sun. He spit on the ground as he kicked his foot on the ground again. Rich people. He rolled his eyes.

Henry could smell it before it came over the dunes. The ocean. It was massive and beautiful, and a gorgeous blue. He sighed, the wind ruffled his sun bleached curls. Shoved his board under the dock he made his way down to the sand. It was hot, but welcome as his buried his feet in it. Home.

"Hen!" A voice called and Henry spun around, brushing his hair from his face. He watched Lizette come over the dock wearing a black bikini. John came up behind her, they both had surf boards under their arms as well.

"Hey!" Henry laughed, jamming his board into the sand, it stood upright. He tossed his backpack to the ground and took his shirt off, tucking it into the space left in the tightly filled sack.

"Hey man, how goes? You going to Camilla's quince tonight?" John asked, coming up and dabbing Henry up.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, probably going into town later to get her something." Henry said, giving Lizette a gentle hug. Lizette was short and soft but she was a damn good surfer and kicked Henry's ass several times.

When the salt water had dried their skin and their cheeks and noses were red, they decided they had had enough. The sun was lower in the sky but still bright. They gathering their stuff, Henry had his towel around his waist and Lizette didn't even bother with hers.

"So where to now, Hen?" She asked him. They were both seniors this year and had basically been together since kindergarten. Henry remembered his first fist fight was with some guy in middle school who threatened to tell everybody that Lizette had a girlfriend. Henry kicked his ass. After that, Maria had forced him to sign up for football.

"I'm going shopping. Kind of. I'm going to pretend to be rich." Henry mended, laughing at his own grim joke. He was broke. He had no money and what little money his dad had went to alcohol and hookers.

"We should go to In and Out." John suggested, slipping his vans on his sandy feet. It was a feeling of uncomfortable that was strangely comfortable to them.

"Hell yeah, I'm down." Henry grinned. He wrestled his tank top over his head. It stuck to his skin, but the Californian breeze was making quick work of it.

"Race you." Lizette grinned, immediately throwing her board down and jumping on it, shooting down the boardwalk, her surfboard under her arm as she crouched down, gaining momentum. John and Henry looked at each other before racing after her heading towards the rich folk.