(FYI: the reader is an adult: 25)
(T.w.: self-harm)
Your p.o.v.
1:03...
1:28...
1:39...
2:24...
2:59...
It persists for hours on end. I no longer get any sleep at all. Despite my best efforts, my sleep schedule never returns to its former state.
3:13...
3:32...
4:17...
6:45...
7:00...
My phone vibrated and made is little chime as I slowly looked over at the bright screen. I didn't touch my phone for a couple of minutes, the alarm stopped ringing after that time.
Five minutes had passed by and I finally sat up before my alarm started to ring again.
I stared at it again and finally turned it off as I sighed and took a deep breath in and already on the verge of tears wiping them away quickly before they could spill.
I got out of bed slowly and went off my morning routine while I made a small breakfast.
I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror: a total fucking mess. I got closer to the mirror, wiping and rubbing my eyes. Yup, it was still me. I gently touched the bags under my eyes, they were dark and tender. How have I let myself get this bad?
Taking another deep breath I looked away from the mirror and went to do other things to get ready for work.
While walking around my apartment I checked that I had everything to head to work. Phone: yes, wallet: yes, earbuds: yes, keys: yes, Fazbear work ID: no.
Quickly I searched around, looking over and under everything to find this stupid ID. Finally, I found it underneath my couch somehow. Probably kicked it under there by accident.
Pinning it to my shirt, throwing on a jacket I took my keys and went out the door to my car. I turned it on and sat there for a few minutes while I experienced a wave of exhaustion.
I sighed as I drove unwilling to work. There would be coffee, at the very least, when I got to work.
Third person p.o.v.
The drive to work seemed even slower than in the past week.
(Y/n) sat there in the parking lot, their car getting cold as they stared at the building, deciding whether or not they wanted to walk inside.
But their friends were inside there and they were always so excited to see them.
(Y/n) gradually got out of their car and stood next to it, tapping their foot against the concrete trying to prepare themselves for the long day.
Hyping themselves up, they didn't feel as tired and they gradually walked inside the bright and neon building.
The pizza plex was silent.
No animatronics, no worker bots, no footsteps. Just silence.
Your p.o.v.
The first place I headed to was the employee lounge. Preparing the coffee and grabbing the biggest cup.
Slowly I started to space out until the coffee machine beeped at me giving me a small scare, telling me it was done brewing.
Quietly I chuckled at myself for getting startled at something so stupid.
Carefully I filled my large cup and mixed in the cream and sugar.
I cupped my hands around the cup and felt the warmth from the coffee.
