~{Entangled}~ (FNaF)

Chapter XI: Bad Soup

>Ennard's POV<

   I stared at the front door for a bit longer, then glanced at Flynn who was reading a book. I don't exactly know why I don't like him.. He seems familiar, like Benedict.. Benedict seems to trust him, so why shouldn't I-.? I stepped back, and started walking to my room.

   "Enn, was it?" I heard him ask. I hesitated, but then turned and looked at him. "Yeah-." He gets up from the couch, and walked over to me, but wasn't very close. "Do you have something planned to eat-?" I hesitated, but then shook my head no.

   "The fire from earlier was the food Benedict was cooking for me-" He laughed a bit. Humans seem so nice to each other. "How about I make you something to eat, okay?" He started walking to the kitchen. I smiled a bit, and followed him.

10 minutes later. . .(5:14 p.m.)

   "Why do you call Micheal 'Benedict'-?" "Because his name is Benedict." He looked at me. "No, it's Micheal Afton-" "He said he was not related to Afton, though-.." I stared at Flynn. Is Benedict a liar? He shrugs. "He might not have told you for a good reason-" I look back at the soup. Are all soups supposed to smell like cinnamon?

   Flynn turned off the stove, and went and grabbed a bowl. I looked bsck at him. "Do you not want any?" He shook his head no. "No- I ate before I came here." He started scooping the soup into a bowl.

   I watched. Something felt off. What is it that Benedict calls it-? A 'gut' feeling-? He doesn't have any- But somehow he has a gut feeling-??? Flynn went and set it on the table. "Here-" I hesitantly went over and sat down. I stared at it. Benedict trusts him-. I sighed, and then started eating.

8 minutes later. . . (5:24 p.m.)

   I went and put my bowl in the sink. Benedict's soup is better. I crossed my arms. I went and walked over to the couch, and sat down. Flynn was back to reading his book. The burn on my hand still hurt really badly, but I was starting to lose feeling to it, which I assumed was a good thing.

   I yawned a bit. The box had a tiny woman talking with a tiny man in it. Oh, look- They're swirly- I giggled a bit. The image of the tiny woman and tiny man were going all weird. I giggled some more, finding it funny. I saw a swirly book get set down on the swirly table in front of me.

   "You alright there, Enn?" I looked over to Flynn, and nodded. "Mhm!!!" I smiled. He smiled back, but it was off-putting for some reason. The room was spinning. He moved closer to me. "Are you sure? I think you're sick or something. Let me help."

   His smile turned into a smirk. I went to move away, but then he grabbed my arm, and pulled me up so that I was standing. He started walking to a room, as I stumbled behind him. Is this my rooooom? "WeeeEeeEee" I felt like I was going on one of those rides I saw on TV. I started to fall over.

   "Whoa, there- Someone's clumsy." I felt hands wrap around my waist, and underneath my shirt.

Chapter XI: Completed