𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 || 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

-Chapter seventeen-

TW: injuries

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You stayed at home for the next couple of days, and you recovered quickly, so you returned to work. You didnt even mind going back, you got to see your friends and you got a good pay check. You were still a tad bit worried about the psycho child murderer wandering around.

You went to sleep early that night, at exactly 8:00pm so you wouldnt be late on your first day back, plus you loved sleep and your bed.

Once you awoke from your peaceful slumber the next morning, you got yourself a coffee and then got dressed. Your hand still had a bandage on, seems though it was stabbed all the way through and will take its time to fully heal.

What's embarrassing though, is that when you take the bandage off, theres gonna be a big hole in the centre of your hand. You guessed so, anyway. You still also had a few small cuts on your face here and there, and a big scar along your jawline. You thought it made you look a bit badass though.

You grabbed your bag, flipped your security hat on your head, then left for work for what felt like the first time in forever.

You pulled up outside the restaurant, drumming your fingers gently on the steering wheel and bit the inside of your cheek. You were menatlly preparing yourself for all the attention your going to recieve today after the 'traumatic incident' you had. You got very anxious when you were the centre of attention, you didnt like it.

You grabbed your bag then left your car, slamming the door shut. Before you knew it, you were in front of the glass doors. Taking a deep breath, you made your way inside.

You were met with the loud cheer of kids at the sight of the new and improved animatronics, and the smell of pizza slowly entered your nostrills. As you strolled to the office, a few parents were eyeing you because of your injuries, a few looked sympathetic.

A few of your co-workers stopped you on your way, saying stuff like "im so sorry to hear what happened" "hope your alright" "you didnt deserve that" and all that jazz. You replied with a "thank you" or just nodded your head and gave a weak smile.

You sighed as you threw your bag in your locker and headed back out. You grabbed your daily can of Coke, leaned against the wall, and observed your surroundings.

The toy animatronics were on the main stage, Mangle was in pirate cove, the curtains open for what seemed like ages to you, and Puppet's box was near the arcades, she was giving kids candy while they were drawing pictures of her. The kids seemed to love the new designs. You suppose they are more kid friendly, but nobody is better then the originals.

It was 3 hours into your shift and surprisingly, nobody else were giving you their sympathy. You didn't care. You didn't like the attention.

Taking a sip from your Coke, you heard banging behind you, but it was far away. You turned around and saw nothing so you shrugged it off.

You heard it again, like someone was banging on a door. You suddenly started overthinking that a kid got trapped in the parts and service room, so you picked yourself up from the wall and walked over, tossing your empty can of coke in the trash on your way.

The door wouldn't budge. It was locked. Unless it was stuck. Then that's when you saw the padlock.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. You were about to just leave it, overthinking that you didn't even hear any banging, until some more thumping came from the other side of the door. You decided you were gonna open this damn door, one way or another.