A New Friend? Cassidy x Evan

// Meeting \\

Evan'sPOV

Evan was sitting alone, well, floating. He was just staring off into the void since there was nothing else to do. He had been alone for a pretty long time. Suddenly, he heard a voice so he turned around

"H-hello?" A girl said. She had black hair and had pigtails. She wore blue overalls and a yellow shirt.

"H-huh? W-who a-are y-you?" I asked, my voice breaking slightly due to the bite affecting my speaking.

"I'm Cassidy Brooks!" She said in a proud voice, "Who are you?" I looked at her for a moment, contemplating if I should trust her or something. I guess I could, since it would probably just be me and her...stuck here..

"I-I'm E-Evan A-Afton," I told her, trying to mimic her bravery.

Cassidy's POV

I thought for a moment, Afton? I've heard that name somewhere.. huh. All I remember before appearing here was seeing a lot of ketchup on the walls and following this bunny man! I don't know what happened after..

"S-so..h-how d-did y-you d-die?" Evan asked me, interrupting my thoughts. He seemed to stutter a lot, I wonder why. Though I answered him, "All I remember is seeing a lot of ketchup and following a bunny man! How about you?" I asked him.

"...I-I'm n-not c-comfortable t-t-telling.." He said in a shy voice, though he clearly looked sad from the topic. I tilted my head, something bad must've happened to him, I wonder what.

I stared at Evan for a moment, he has brown hair that looks pretty messy, he also had a striped shirt and plain black pants. He had two different coloured eyes; one blue and one green. He was holding a small plushie of a weird golden version of Freddy but it had a purple bowtie and hat.

"Hey, what is that plushie?" I asked him, pointing to it. He looked at the plushie then back at me, almost as if he didn't know what to say.

"I-it's a p-plushie o-of f-Fredbear!" He said happily, not like how he usually spoke which was in a sad or shy tone. "Cool!" I told him, seeing as he seemed sad, I hoped to cheer him up at least a little bit.

"How long have you been here?" I asked him, not wanting to have any awkward silence. "I-I d-don't k-know..." he told me simply, then looked up to meet my eyes. Gosh, why did I just notice how cute he was.

"M-maybe 2 y-years?" He said, almost as if it were a question. "Wow, that's long.." I responded. Things got awkward quickly as I had no more questions to ask him, I saw him grip his plushie tightly. I couldn't help but find everything he does cute.

"Oh, how old are you?" I asked him. He gripped his plushie tighter and didn't meet my eyes, I didn't mind though, I hated eye contact too. "I-I'm 13..." he told me. I smiled at him, "I'm 14!"

"N-nice..." Evan said, he pulled me into a hug and started..crying? I don't really know why but I just wrapped my arms around him as well and let him cry on my shoulder. He was up to my chest so he was standing on his tip-toes to rest his head on my shoulder.

"I-I haven't s-spoken w-with someone I-in a l-long t-time.." he told me, his voice muffled because he kept his face on my shoulder, basically burying his face into my neck slightly.

"It's okay!" I responded, slightly blushing because of how clingy Evan was. Though he soon let go of me and held onto his plushie again, tighter than before. He seemed nervous so I patted his head.

"It's okay buddy, I'm here for you now." I told him.