A Normal Week at Fred's

Night 5.

It was a rough nap. The dream was still etched into my head, it seems. I thought after the previous 'encounter' with the golden triangle, it might have been just a silly nightmare (not that it is silly, however) but looks like I'm wrong. I wouldn't dare to believe this nightmare.

But I can't help thinking. Is it really some sort of vision or some weird sense of deja vu? I should maybe try lessening my load. Stress and anxiety are slow-burn killers.

I woke up in cold sweat, hearing the screams and disturbing noises in my head. I wanted to scream so loud, but I always do that, so instead I closed my eyes shut and flopped back on the bed. Seriously, give me a break! I couldn't fall asleep anymore, and I remembered the moaning of animatronics in my dream and the broken music box playing its twisted tunes. It seemed distant now, as if I couldn't reach them anymore, which is honestly better for everyone's sake. Stop hanging onto Earth, spirits. You're gifting me a stroke for no reason.

I opened my eyes slowly as if something were to pop into my vision suddenly and devour me whole. Nothing. Absolutely nothing, why am I even so scared?! I hate this job, thank goodness, it's the last day. Wait, it's the last day?

I started to feel nauseous, but I was beaming with excitement. Finally, I can opt for other jobs. Definitely not under children's establishments, maybe a bookstore.. or a cafe? I was planning out different jobs and sketching myself in each, with a grin. But then, my grin slowly faded away as I pulled myself up, jaded. I still need to pass this day. I side-eyed the alarm, alright, it's 9 pm. Let's suffer again, shall we? I mean, I'm suffering every day, this job is an addition to my unwanted suffering. I changed into my work clothes and adjusted the collar and all, checking myself in the mirror. Ugly as usual, perfect!

As I turned to go out of my room to show my face to my parents and eat something wholesome, something creaked. I froze almost immediately. I hated random noises like these, and it kind of freaked me out too, as well. I slowly turned my head towards the noise, I saw a silhouette, and something hit me face and knocked me over, as I screamed shortly.

The 'thing' and I crashed onto the floor, the 'thing' on top of me... gasping suddenly after a whoop. I groaned as I regained composure and squinted my eyes at the 'thing' to see it was my dear friend, my partner (Kittun, in case, you're stupid to figure that out). I was a little shocked by that as she groaned and mumbled something in her language and faced me after getting up on her knees. ''Boo?'' she awkwardly mused. Of course, she was embarrassed by that weird scare prank! But it did freak me out, so I guess she got a point for that. ''YOU SCARED ME, IDIOT!'' I yelled. My parents didn't come hurling towards the banter, seems like they didn't hear us. ''Well- THAT WAS THE POINT, WIMP!'' she argued back. And so, you can imagine what we did for 15 minutes.

''GIRLS, STOP FIGHTING THIS INSTANT!'' yelled my mother's voice from a distance. And that shut us up to awkwardly fidgeting then using universal threat sign language against each other.

''Gosh. Anyways, when did you come here?'' I asked as I seated myself comfortably on my desk chair. Kittun took a seat on my bed and leaned against it comfortably, after getting my approval. ''Well, I came here like a... while ago. I saw you getting dressed, I guess and-'' she was abruptly cut off by an embarrassed me. ''YOU WHAT?! YOU- YOU SAW ME CHANGE?'' I squeaked loudly. She paused as if confused by what I said then suddenly realized the error of her speech and shook her head like a bird and turned pink as she spluttered her words out, ''NO- NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I EMANT- I MEANT, I SAW YOU DRESSED UP AND UH, LOOKING AT THE MIRROR???'' she said, highlighting the surprise in her words effectively. I breathed in and exhaled slowly as my eyes gazed onto hers perpetually. '' 'Kay, sorry.'' I blatantly said after that weird, awkward outburst. ''Why are you so bipolar?'' asked Kittun, literally face-palming. I shrugged and grinned, showing off my braces. Well, ouch, I grinned too hard.