🔦🩸👾 ── FNAF MOVIE┊❪ ᴍɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴍɪᴅᴛ ! ❫
##. ❛ 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 ❜࿔*:･ﾟ
a FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS fanfiction.
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IN WHICH ━━ a troubled security guard, and
his two childhood best friends begins working
at freddy f...
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❛ THE HOURS ARE WORSE. ❜ ₊˚៹ . ❪ security gig !❫˖ ₊˚.⋆ ࿐┊ CH. 1┊🩸🔦👾
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The first light of dawn seeped through the curtains of the Diaz siblings bedrooms in Willowbrook, casting a soft, golden glow across the familiar surroundings. The air was still and filled with the promise of a new day, as the birds chirping outside dirts through the early morning breeze.
(Y/N), nestled under her cozy quilt, was blissfully unaware of the world waking up around her. The room was a nostalgic haven, adorned with remnants of her childhood. Photographs captured moments frozen in time, with her brother and her dearest friend, Mike, smiling back at her from the frames on the walls.
The alarm clock on her bedside table blared its shrill tune, shattering the tranquility of the morning. (Y/N) groaned, burying her head deeper into her pillow, desperately clinging to the remnants of her dreams. She wished she could stay in the cocoon of her bedsheets, avoiding the responsibilities of the day ahead.
Her legs were entangled in the sheets covering her mostly bare figure on the comfortable bed, the spot next to her always free since a certain someone would normal be right beside her sleeping.
Trying to ignore the blaring alarm ringing, she reaches a blind arm out without looking and slams her palm onto the clock, silencing the noise that annoyed the heck out of her. She sighed into the pillows once it was quiet in the large bedroom again, the only sound being heard was the kettle in the kitchen being switched on.
Lifting her head to the side now to peek at her bedside table, (E/C) eyes land on the frame holding a photo very precious to her that held Mike, and her inside of it when they were kids. Their smiles were bright, arms tight around each other, unlike nowhere days were things weren't as happy as they used to be.
Memories were scattered like pieces of a cherished puzzle around her room. Childhood mementos adorned every corner – the worn-out teddy bear she used to cuddle, the art projects she had proudly displayed, and, of course, the photographs.
In one, she and her brother grinned mischievously, their bond evident even in frozen frames. In another, Mike and his younger sister, Abby, shared a laugh, their eyes sparkling with innocence and joy.
(Y/N) was knocked out her thoughts, and her peaceful resting was abruptly interrupted,by the sound of her bedroom door being pushed open suddenly without warning. Isaac, her ever-energetic twin brother, stood there with a deadpan on his face, his eyes holding boredom looking at her current state.
"Why on earth aren't you up yet?" His tone was a scolding one, knocking his fist into the wooden door gently taking a few steps into her room dressed in a jumper and sweatpants, "The alarm is there for a reason, you know?"
