ADOPTED BY THE TRY GUYS.

5.

Y/n heard a voice. JUMPSCARE. You let out a shriek of terror, as far as you know you were the only one down here. You got up and became 4 years old again, then walked accross the cold hard floor finding a corner to hide in.

"You can go for miles.. but you can't hide." The lights flicked on, and there stood the lanky Miles Boomersnore. He stared down at you with a smile. "Im not gonna scorch ya kid, this is just where I sleep."

"W-w-w-w-w-w-why do you sleep in this cold crusty dusty musty busty icky wicky sticky licky bicky dirty wirty birty flirty mirty pickly wickly dickly stickly mickly sussy wussy fussy mussy lussy badussy cold wold sold hold bold jold basement mr bolognes?"

Miles eyes almost turned red for a moment. "Its Bonsignore, and I chose to sleep down here. Otherwise I'd have to stay in the room that.. the man we do not speak of used to sleep. Theres a reason that rooms boarded up after all. Legend says there are rotting donuts in there."

Oh.. thats gross. Miles scooped you up. "I guess I'm gonna be the only one who doesnt hate you in this fanfic or what? Not to break the fourth wall or anything but it seems like we're coming upon a hated child fanfiction, and you are unfortunately the hated child. Womp womp I guess.. Go back upstairs and if you need anything, call me."

You went upstairs after taking the advice of mr Miles Baltimore, only to be greeted by Jared at the top of the stairs glaring at you. "Come here you rascal." He picked you up by the collar of your shirt. "Poppas angry with you." He sat you down by the sink, so you decided to quickly grab a cup of water and SPLASH Jared with water.

Spark! Spark crinkle spark! "Error.. Popp-Malfunction-rascal-Pop-" BOOM. Jared crashed. So, first of all this Jared was a robot- and second of all-

"Y, FUCKING N." Keith ran in SCREAMING your name in anger. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE- JARED-" Keith paused. "...Is a robot.."

Keiths eyes widened. "JARED IS A ROBOT?!?!?" He ran out of the kitchen as fast as he could leaving you to ponder what the fuck just happened. You then find a note in one of Jareds sockets. You read it because in 4 year old wattpad logic you are a genius.

"Uh oh, you found out that this was a robot the whole time. Well, the bitch wont be coming back. I've run away, ever since we got that child I've felt distant with everyone, so I got on a plane and flew to Minneapolis. Look for me if you want but.. it wont be pretty. Poppa doesnt play around. -Jared"

So, Jared was in Minneapolis. Great! Mightaswell run to Miles bandaidsore for help..