lost. || m.afton

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5 days until the party.

In the quiet solitude of his room, a young child sat huddled on the floor, tears streaming down his face. The weight of his fears and worries seemed insurmountable, casting a shadow over his tender heart. Yet, in the midst of his despair, a small bear plush sat faithfully by his side, its soft fur a comforting presence against his trembling hands. With a gentle voice, the little bear whispered words of comfort, assuring the child that he was not alone.

Plush
"What did he do this time? He locked you in your room again. Don't be scared. I am here with you."

As the child clung to the bear, finding solace in its unwavering presence, a sudden banging on the door sent shivers down his spine. Fear gripped his heart, and his tears threatened to overflow once more. But the little bear, with its unwavering determination, reminded him that he was strong, that he had the power to face whatever lay beyond that door.

Plush
"Tomorrow is another day."

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4 days until the party.

In the midst of his sorrow, the young child made a brave decision to leave the confines of his room, tears still streaming down his face. Seeking safety, he stumbled towards the television, hoping that the familiar glow and comforting sounds would distract him from his worries. However, as he approached the screen, a sudden movement caught his eye, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Out from behind the TV, a man adorned in a red fox mask leaped forward, his presence unexpected and jarring. The child's cries turned into startled yelps as fear coursed through his veins. The world seemed to spin around him, his sanctuary invaded by a terrifying figure.

In that moment, the child's tears doubled, cascading down his cheeks as he trembled with fright. The fox-masked man loomed over him, his intentions unclear, and the child's mind raced with a mix of confusion and terror. It felt as if his safe haven had transformed into a nightmare.

Plush
"Tomorrow is another day."

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3 days until the party.

In the dimly lit corner of a bustling diner, a young child found comfort underneath a table, tears streaming down his face. Overwhelmed by the world around him, he sought refuge in the shadows, hoping to escape his troubles. It was in this moment of vulnerability that his faithful plush companion spoke softly,

Plush
"He left without you. He knows that you hate it here. You are right beside the exit. If you run, you can make it. Hurry, run toward the exit."

Summoning the remnants of his courage, the child emerged from beneath the table and cautiously ventured towards the right hallway. However, as he turned the corner, a towering bear animatronic loomed before him, its mechanical eyes gleaming with an eerie glow. Fear gripped the child's heart, but his plush whispered urgently in his ear, guiding him to retreat and find another path.

Plush
"It's too late. Hurry the other way and find someone who will help! You know what will happen if he catches you!"

With trembling steps, the child retraced his path and ventured down the left hallway. The plush's voice echoed in his mind, cautioning him to be swift and avoid detection. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to reverberate through his fragile frame, intensifying his anxiety. Yet, he pressed on, determined to escape the clutches of the animatronic.

Plush
"You can find help if you can get past them. You have to be strong."

But fate seemed to conspire against him, for as he rounded the corner, the bear animatronic stood once again, blocking his path. Overwhelmed by fear and despair, the child crumpled to the floor, tears mingling with the dust beneath him. It felt as though all hope had been extinguished, leaving him stranded in this nightmarish labyrinth.