A Normal Week at Fred's

Night 4.

I was writing in my diary. I don't write every day, and I still don't. My mind felt drowsy, but my body felt active. I just couldn't bring myself up to do anything productive today, and so here I was. Writing in my navy-blue diary. It matched my uniform of Fazbear Entertainment (TM) but not much. My uniform was lighter than navy-blue, to be clear, sorry. But KIttun's uniform was purple. It was well, not too cool-looking to me, but this was none of my business but hers. She probably changed the colour by complaining about the dim look of the uniform, though when I washed it, the colour never faded.

I squirmed in my chair uncomfortably as usual, and slid the pen between my fingers, more into the grip. I elegantly logged in my entry. My handwriting was simple, but earlier it was way worse than what I could have imagined. I couldn't care less though; I passed middle school.

''𝟭𝟯𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗦𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟱,''

Almost 3 months have passed since those poor kids died. Has no one found the killer? It's safer to think he's got what he deserved.

''𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗗𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝗜𝘁'𝘀... 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘂𝘀. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗠𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵. 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻. 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹. 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗜 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜- 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆. 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝘀- 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹,''

Huh. I see I tried to cover up a swear word. I guess even in time of distress, I still have to maintain manners, despite my thoughts. But that's not important.

''𝗜𝘁'𝘀.. 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗬𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗜 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻- 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻s. A type of 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 (𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹-𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲), 𝗶𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲.

𝗕𝘂𝘁... 𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵-𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀.. 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹. 𝗔 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹! 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴... 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴... 𝗜 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀. 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗮𝗸.