𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆

[a/n; fnaf era babbbbyyyyyyy!]

Today was your second week of what seemed like a permanent summer job. You'd just graduated from the eigth grade-big stuff right?- and you had the whimsical choice of being sent to a summer boarding school or...this. At first your parents refused to hear any other choices you had to offer but one day, things seemed to look up just a bit. 

Your father had taken your three other siblings out for icecream. He came home with a flyer that said in perfect quotations "FREDDY FAZBEARS REBRANDING! ICE CREAM SHOP SERVERS." 

That night you heard a bunch of comotion downstairs. Now it was rare that your parents fought but when they did, it had to be something of importance. It had to be something about you. So you stared at your ceiling in attempts to keep your breathing steady. You needed to know what this was all about. 

"[redacted] is too young for a job! This is just ridiculous!"

You heard your mother shout. Her voice was never above a whisper except with your father. He starts it, she'd say to you. He never listens. You wondered if shouting was her way of getting through to him. People usually listen to loud things. Children usually listen to loud things but not for reason. They listen out of fear.

"Oh come on! It's the perfect thing for a kid thats going in high school! This could be a good thing. For once can you just hope for the best instead of shooting me down?" 

Your father persisted despite the loud huff of disagreement your mother gave. Your father was a gentle man. He were tall yet not quite slim. He had a long nose, and a scruffy beard. His eyes were the color of the ocean. You supposed thats where he got your bedroom theme from. 

[a/n; your bedroom styles]

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