𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 || 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

-Chapter nineteen-

TW: dark thoughts of murder, mentions of death, panic attack (not in much detail dw), smoking (sorry guys 😬), an actual conversation with Dave

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There was about an hour until your shift ended.

You leant against your usual place on the wall; there must have been a permanent indentation in the wall now from how many times you've leant against this specific area.

Yawning, you looked around the pizzeria. The place was pretty quiet today. Still plenty of customers, but this must have been the quietest you've seen it. You let your eyes wander around the room again for a second, soaking up the strangely comforting atmosphere. The vibrant lights, the upbeat music; the lively animatronics performing for the small number of excited and happy kids. The setting sun blared its beams through the windows, letting a ray shine onto your face. Everything was displayed in a somewhat positive light. You found it odd, considering the reputation this restaurant has; some psycho wondering around, murdering kids.

And for once in a while, you felt slightly, ever so slightly, at peace.

But of course, that ounce of peace vanished just as quick as it arrived.

Your thoughts were suddenly consuming you. You don't know what is was, or what triggered it, but your memory wandered back into the deepest corners of your mind; a place where only your most horrid memories were hidden. And you thought back to that dreaded day.

A day in what was going so well, going so perfectly; to a day that would consume you forever, haunting you.

Your heart picked up its pace as you thought back to how your friends were brutally murdered in cold blood. How the walls were drenched with blood, how the lifeless eyes of your best friends stayed wide, unblinking. How you didn't even do anything to help.

You didn't realise how much you were sweating thinking back to it. Then you thought back to the other day, when the same devil who killed your friends had tried to kill you too.

You were almost killed.

You genuinely thought you were going to die.

The thought spread in your mind like a horrible virus. It wouldn't go away; it was eating away at you.

You hadn't realised this yet; but you were having a panic attack.

Your erratic breathing echoed in your ears, you unknowingly picked at your fingers until little drops of blood seeped out from your skin, the large lump in your throat stopped you from breathing properly.

You needed to get out of here.

Without thinking, you sped-walked to the entrance, desperately needing to leave. Flinging the glass doors open, you leaned against the wall a few steps away from the doors.

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself. You removed the consuming thoughts from your mind; replacing them with much happier ones. You thought about the first time you met Cassidy, the first time you met the others. Little, child you, not knowing that making friends with them would have been the best choice you ever made.

You thought back to last week; when Chica revealed who she and the others really were. They were here, at the pizzeria, the whole time. You thought to how happy you were when finding out your friends weren't gone forever.

Progressively calming down, your breathing was returning back to its normal state. You took in a deep inhale through your nostrils, held it for a few seconds, then slowly let out a long exhale through your lips.