Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

59) ...comes to...

"Dad, what's with the wrench?" Randy asked, eyeing the tool held in the older man's hand. "What are you do-"

"I've got some things to take care of. Watch over the restaurant and make sure no one comes back here, got it?"

His father's words were undeniably harsh. The tone made me shrink back around the corner in fear.

"Y-yeah Dad. Wh-whatever." The teen stammered, backing away with his eyes downcast.

"Don't 'whatever' me, Boy." He slapped his son on the back of the head and gave him a glare. "You're always fucking up so you'd better get this right. GOT IT?"

"Y-yes S-sir. G-got it." Randy stammered, pulling his cap over his mop of dark colored hair.

"Now scram. I've got work to do."

Randy did exactly that and scrambled out of the room, clearly upset. I chased after him, my smaller legs struggling to keep up with his longer gait. When he saw me he stopped and frowned deeply.

"Wh-what are you doing here? Did you hear all that?!" He asked, gripping my shoulders. I nodded and searched his face for any emotion besides anger and fear.

"What kind of game are they playing? Is it a fun one?" I asked, curious about my friends I had left with his father.

"I don't know." He mumbled, looking down at the floor. "But something tells me it won't be good."

"If it's not good, why are they playing?" I asked, still curious. Randy gave me a flustered look but the crouched down to my level.

"Because they have to. My dad is an adult and we have to listen to what he says. We don't have a choice. Okay?"

I frowned and curled up tightly in my large sweater. Why was everyone being so mean? "W-we don't have a choice?"

"No, we don't." He sighed, pulling me into an unwanted hug. I tried to squirm away but he was much older and stronger than me. Why did I have to be so small? "But I'll keep you safe. You love me right?"

I froze at the sudden question.

Of course I loved Randy. He was always so kind to me.

He would sneak me left over cake from birthday parties. He gave me toys and gifts when no one was looking. He protected me and reserved special seats for my family. He was always so happy to see me when I would tiptoe past the sleeping security guard to meet him in the office. I would be too.

What kind of question was that for a little girl like myself to answer?

Of course I loved Randy.

"I love you, Randy. You're my bestest friend." I giggled, hugging him back. "Everybody should love you."

"I wish it was that simple, Sweetheart. Not everybody is accepting as you." He sighed again, nuzzling my bangs affectionately. "Not everybody likes me like you."

I felt something warm and wet on my forehead and looked up to see Randy hiding his eyes behind his cap. Was he crying? Why would Randy cry? Someone like him didn't need to cry.

"B-but I like you!" I frowned, tugging on the collar of his oversize jacket. "Isn't that enough?"

"No." He chuckled forlornly. "But I can make it enough."

I smiled and bounced happily, still clutching his shirt with excitement.

"You're a big girl, right Sweetheart?" He asked, wiping my hair out of my eyes and peering at my face.