I See You (Funtime Freddy X Reader)

Old Beginnings

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   My hands sting as I fiddle with the janky lock to my new home. The cold evening chill makes me eager to enter the shabby trailer I had recently moved into. Jittering the key in just the right angle finally allowed for the lock to loosen. With a squeak, the door gives way to a darkened living area.

   Stumbling, my feet drag me to a dingy kitchen table. As I throw my bag and a handful of mail onto the table, I plop into the equally dingy chair paired to it. Feeling exhausted, I kick my shoes off before laying my head on the table in defeat. Even after spending another whole day looking for work, the prospects weren't good.

   Being back in this small, middle-of- nowhere town filled my empty stomach with a mixture of feelings. I was glad to be away from university. Spending the last two years there had really taken a toll on my mental health. Things became so blurred within my mind that my grades swiftly slipped to the point that I was almost required to leave. Though at the same time, I feel like nothing more than a pitiful failure for letting it go.

   
   In my cowardice, there was no way I could face my parents. So, using what little money I had scrapped together, I traveled back home. About the only thing thag I could afford to rent was this shabby trailer that was hidden well off the main road.

   Thinking to myself, I repeat that I'm lucky to be here. Shivering, I stand up and walk to the small kitchen counter. Reaching up, I open the stiff cabinet door to retrieve a half eaten bag of sliced bread. Using my heel, I kick open the old refrigerator to retrieve a lonely stick of butter. Using the two ingredients and an old toaster, I prepared supper for one.

   I return to my seat, now accompanied by my plate of toast. As I munch at the burnt bread, I sift through the pile of mail.

   Coupons for the local grocery store... better keep those.

   Bill...
       Ads...
               More junk..

Oh! A catalog.

          "Screws, Bolts and Hairpins"

   "Hmm,"

   Feeling intrigued, I open the catalog. I flip through page after page advertising different mechanical parts and other goods. Nothing special, but it provided at least minimal entertainment.

   In the middle of the catalog  there was a page advertising for local businesses. My heart gave a flutter as the words "Help Wanted" crossed my gaze. I whipe away fallen crumbs of toast and bring the catalog closer to my face.

                  "HELP WANTED"

                 "CIRCUS BABY'S           ENTERTAINMENT AND RENTALS"

                     NOW HIRING:

                     Maintenance
                     Security
                     Janitor

      TO APPLY CALL: 435-XXX-XXXX

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      "What luck..." I mutter upon reading the ad. Reading the name of the business stired old memories from their slumber within the depths of my mind. "Circus Baby's Pizza World." I recall hearing that it opened a few years back. It was only opened for an incredibly short period of time. I had never been there. My only memories of the place was hearing my parents argue about it. Though it only makes sense that they would after the incident.