Classic 83

Party.

Song: Never, Mag.Lo & O Super
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Michael's POV
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Today is the crybaby's birthday. He's turning 11, and his birthday party is being held at Fredbear's Family Diner. I don't know why, since he couldn't make it more clear that he's petrified of that place, hating it with a passion. Oh well, it's just more entertainment for me.

Me andmy mates are planning on giving him a 'present'. It's not really a present, but rather just a prank that will scare the living shit out of him. We're desperate for entertainment nowadays. It's either nothing is fun or the fun things are strictly restricted to kids only. In our group, there's 3 16 year olds and one 17. Rather than kids, we'd be titled as 'tormenting retards', or, street name, teenagers.

As these thoughts flood through my head, I pull my grey tank top on. It's my usual outfit, grey tank top, dark denim blue shorts, black trainers, black fingerless gloves, black spiked wristbands, and the sacred Foxy mask. I debated putting on eyeliner, but I already looked twinky enough with the black nail polish on.

People call my style emo, but I'd rather refer to it as punk.

"MICHAEL, WE'RE LEAVING IN 3 MINUTES! HURRY UP!" William's voice booms up to me from downstairs. He seems impatient. It was not my fault he woke me up 15 minutes ago, I actually got ready quite quickly. I'm proud of myself for that.

I do a quick eyescan of my room to see if I've forgotten anything. I've got my Foxy mask, wristbands, gloves.. It's not like I'm gonna bring a landline with me. Yeah, I'm ready. I speedwalk over to my bedroom door, swinging it open and then closing it behind me once more. I usher down the stairs to see Evan, Elizabeth, William, and mom.

Evan looks like he's about to burst out crying (surprise, surprise) whilst Elizabeth is jumping up and down from joy. You'd swear it was her birthday party we were heading to and not Evan's.

My mom looks at me with kind eyes, walking over to me, and I head over to them. "Did you have a good sleep, dear?"

I nod in response, getting a happy smile in return. "Great! Now, c'mon, get you and your siblings in the car. Me and your dad have to get the presents and all in the boot."

I nod again before opening the front door open. A gust of cold breeze hits me as I trudge down to the car, Evan and Elizabeth following behind me like I'm the mother duckling or something.

Our car is pretty recognisable. Our car is sleek purple, which is pretty ironic seeing the fact that my family is often connected with the colour purple for some odd reason. Afton does sound like a pretty purple-y last name, though.

I hop into the back seat of the car, followed by Elizabeth, then Evan. Evan just stares out the window, looking miserable and exhausted. I almost feel bad. He's so oblivious to how scared he'll be in as little as 2 hours. Eh, he'll survive.

Mom and William eventually come to the car, William swinging into the drivers seat whilst mom perches on the passenger seat. The engine revs, the radio starts to tune, and before I know it, we've driven towards Fredbear's quickly.

It's a relatively quick drive as it's only 6 minutes or so away from our house and is around a 16-minute walk. It's handy, to be honest.

A few minutes fly by, and the car swiftly turns into a parking spot in the diner's carpark. Everyone gets out, not waiting for each other. Apart from my mum, she waits for everyone, but she's walked away from. I feel bad, but my friends are waiting for me in there. We do need to go over the prank, after all.