Another 30 minutes passed, and now everyone was getting bored. There was still no sign of Fredrik.
"Alright, I say we just go. He probably isn't coming." Simon finally piped up.
"Yeah. Let's go." Michael sighed.
"About time! No one should be this late, it's just disrespectful in too many ways to count." Said Alex.
"He's normally not this late...." Mark responded. "I mean he has bad time perception but it's never been this bad."
"Then what's keeping him?" Alex crossed his arms.
"No clue." Mark shrugged. "He's probably fine, so nothing to worry about."
"Yeah. Common guys." You shrugged as you started walking. "We waited for a minimum of 45 minutes, maybe an hour.. he'd tell us to go ahead anyway."
"That's true." Michael said as he and the others walked with you.
"If he doesn't show up, we can go to his house and ask what happened." Simon added.
"That's also true." Mark shrugged.
"Yeah, he also probably forgot to clean his room again and was told he couldn't come." You shook your head as you remembered the numerous times this has happened.
"I swear if that happened again!" Michael spoke rater annoyed.
"This happens a lot?" Alex questioned.
"About monthly." Mark shrugged.
"Then why are you guys worried?" Alex scoffed.
"We aren't, we are just frustrated ans brain storming." Simon responded.
"Ah." Alex put his hands in his pockets as he walked.
A couple of hours of pure chaos passed. Alex found a live snake and scared the shit out of everyone but you and Mark with it. He chased a few kids with the snake til he was forced to let it go.
You climbed up to the top of a tree when no one was looking and had a laugh when you hung upside down from the tree and terrified Alex and Mark.
The 5 of you had fun running around the pond to see who could get around fastest without slipping on the mud.Before you knew it it was sunset and everyone had to go home. You said good byes and everyone left. Now it was just you and Michael at Fazbears. William's car was gone. He had left you two.
"Really!? He left us!" Michael grumbled. "What did I expect from a screw up father like him? Ugh!!"
"I don't know.. But oh well." You shrugged.
"This is going to become typical for him, isn't it?" Michael spoke in frustration.
"It might. . . So we head home or?"
"That's kind of our only option, so yeah. It'll take a couple hours to walk home so we better get going. It's not dark yet but it will be when we get home..." Michael sighed.
"I mean, we could go to Henry's or one of the others." You started walking with Michael.
"True but the others parents will ask questions and Henry will be asleep by the time we get home." He yawned, "And I don't want to answer questions.. I'm too tired for this shit."
"Fair enough.."
"You can go to Henry's, I'm going home." Michael shrugged.
"Eh.. I'll just go home. I don't want to possibly wake Henry over nothing." You sighed.
"Okay." Michael looked at you for a second then continued walking.
You got home at around 11:45. William wasn't home and neither you or Michael cared. Michael just went to bed and crashed, falling asleep instantly. And you went to your room, you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep for another hour or two, so what's the point in trying?
You sat in your room, listening to a new song by Slayer called Black Magic. Alex had given it to you right before he left. It was an awesome tape. It had all sorts of new songs from Slayer on it. While you listened to the music, you grabbed a sketchpad and stared drawing a bird.
You looked up at the alarm clock in your room to see it was 1:27 am. already!? You didn't want to stop drawing or turn off your music. But you ended up stopping anyway, you heard William's car pull up and he would be pissed to see you up this late. You quickly turned off your lamp and hoped he didn't see the light through the window, then put your sketchbook and Walkman on the bedside table in the dark, carelessly kicked off your shoes.
*sqeak.... click...*
The door opened and shut. You quickly laid down and closed your eyes. You heard William's footsteps as he walked down the hallway.
Shit, shit, shit... You thought. Hoping he wouldn't come to your room.
He slowly walked to your door and stopped in front of it. You laid still and kept your eyes shut. You could hear your heart racing as he slowly opened the door.
"Go to sleep Y/N." William spoke quietly and threateningly. His tone laced with malice, "It would be a shame if you got in trouble for being up late." You could almost hear him smile as he spoke, it almost sounded like he was teasing you....
You didn't respond, for some reason you didn't even breathe... Hopefully, he would just leave.
"Hm... Not going to respond to me?" He chuckled, and it was not a happy chuckle... "Alright... Sweet.. Dreams.." His voice turned to anger as he slowly closed your door and walked away.
Once you heard him enter his room, you let out a long, soft breath of air and looked over your shoulder, trembling. You drew in a long, shaky breath and covered your mouth.
What the fuck was that..!?
Was all you could think. You didn't know why, but just the tone of his voice terrified you. Tears built up in your eyes. You slowly laid back down, but you didn't sleep that night.
You laid still as a statue the rest of the night, and you didn't sleep. You could hear every little sound and almost all of them made you jump.
* * *
The next morning, you waited til you heard both Michael and William get up. Then you got up 30 minutes after you knew both of them were up.
You were exhausted, but it didn't really bother you.
William was in the kitchen, doing something.
You didn't say a word to Michael or William, and they didn't say anything to you. After turning on the TV, you sat down on the couch, opposite Michael, and leaned on the arm rest as the news switched on the TV.
When the news started, you and Michael both froze as a picture of someone very familiar came on the screen....
Fredrik.
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The 6th Afton; A FNAF Fanfic
FanfictionYou're a male orphan at the age of 13... Your parents just died in a car accident recently. None of your family wants anything to do with you. Foster care it is then. You were surprised when you were quickly adopted. Who would want a 13 year old boy...