𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 || 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

-Chapter twenty two-

TW: mentions of the bite of 87 😱

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A while had passed since you told Goldie the truth about Dave.

You both agreed that she would be the one to break the news to the others, after your shift had finished. Only because she knew how tense and awkward you could get when your speaking seriously and all the attention is on you.

The time read 4:23am. You were leant against the back wall, watching from afar as the robots happily conversed with each other near the main stage. It was nice to see everyone interacting so well.

You noticed Foxy was separated from the group. He stood alone in his cove, leaning his arms on the "Out of Order" sign as he checked out his hook. He looked quite..forlorn.

You pondered what he was upset about, and a pang of pity struck your heart. It reminded you of when you and Fritz first became friends.

It was quite an unusual story actually. Fritz was famously known in your friend group for being the jokester, always having a laugh and a joke. But, the day you guys first became friends, he was the complete opposite.

-Flashback-

September 1st, 1979

It was your first day of kindergarten.

Were you nervous? Hell no. You were the sassiest kid of your age.

Were you nervous about not making any friends? A tad.

Scratch that. A lot.

You were stood at the front desk with your mom, as she spoke with some lady who worked there about your enrolment.

Your gaze lingered around the corridor. Colours of all different shades were everywhere. The vibrant shapes and colours along the walls and the carpet had you mesmerised.

Looking around some more, a blob bright red in the distance piqued your interest. Wait no. It was more like a neon orange? Huh?

That was until you realised it was a head of red hair. Resting on top of the head of a boy your age. His back was currently to you; until he suddenly turned around.

He hadn't took notice of you yet. His eyebrows were pointed downwards in a nervous state, as he nibbled on his lip. His foot tapped anxiously on the floor. You tilted your head in curiosity as you took in some of his unique features. Pale skin, the dark mole planted on his right cheek, piercing blue eyes, freckles pattered along his arms.

You were taken aback when his eyes met yours. Your eyes were widened, and you were worried for a moment he took the impression that you looked shocked or scared by him. To which, you relaxed your face instantly.

You smiled brightly, as you waved at him. He blinked in confusion at first, looking around to see if you were looking at someone behind him. Until he realised you were indeed looking at him.

He gave you a timid smile, and waved shyly.

Later that same day, your mom had left, and you were in a large play room full of toys and bean bags, anything that would attract the interest of a young child. Another 15 or so kids were in the same room, along with around 3 adults, playing or keeping an eye on the kids.

You were in the corner, minding your own business as you raided the toy box. You gasped as you got your hands on the newest Barbie, and wasted no time in playing with her.