🔦🩸👾 ── 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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❛ SCOOCH OVER FOR A SECOND. ❜ ₊˚៹ . ❪ first night !❫˖ ₊˚.⋆ ࿐┊ CH. 3┊🩸🔦👾
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The sound of children laughing outside in the play area filled Mike's ears, followed by the chattering of familiar voices talking to his younger sister. He was standing near the window beside the care worker, glazing fondly outside at (Y/N)'s figure sitting with Abby at the table drawing, both of them giggling and smiling together.
"My Aunt doesn't even care about Abby." His voice states angrily, erasing the smile across his lips turning back to the care worker, "All she wants is the monthly check from the state."
The worker just listened with no judgement on her face, as Mike inhales heavily to collect himself and tucks his hands into his jacket pockets, "But, I mean, she has some good points, though. I'm hardly fit to be raising a kid." He talked down about himself, eyes flickering to his best friends figure outside, "(Y/N) is better to suit that role, unlike me."
"That's a good thing, Mike. You two balance each other out." The dark skinned woman remarks reassuring, lifting up a finger to point between them smiling, "And I know she, and a little girl would strongly disagree."
Mike's eyes softened on the Diaz's girl now swinging around Abby in her arms outside, the both of them letting out bubbly laughter, "Come on." He muttered defeated, a frown creasing his forehead looking away from the two, "Abby talks to air more than she talks to me. I could drop dead tomorrow, and she'd be too busy drawing to even notice."
"You know, pictures hold tremendous power for children." The worker hummed softly, nodding her head at the wall of drawings behind them than back to Mike standing in front, "Before we learn to speak, images are the most important tool we have for understanding the world around us. What's real, what matters to us most."
She purposely hinted at the young adult outside in the playground with Abby, which had Mike shifting in his spot, and she continued explaining, "These are things children learn to communicate almost exclusively through pictures."
"Yeah, her pictures mean something." He agreed in a mumbling tone again, tucking his hands more into the jumper pockets, and remembered all the drawings Abby that had done which were filled with him, and the Diaz siblings together.
"And who is at the center of nine out of ten of them?" She questioned in a knowing tone gaining agreement back from Mike, "Like it or not, you're her world." She smiled softly tapping the glass where the other two where outside, "Just like how (Y/N) is yours."
He shuffled in his spot again with a heavy frown over his forehead, sighing in through his nose, "But what if it's not up to me? My aunt, she's an idiot, but she's right." He remarked dejected, "No judge in their right mind is ever gonna side with me."
