you're invited

1.6

a s h l e e

i look at my ceiling trying to figure out what to do with my life.

i'm so angry at myself, i rejected him and now he hates me.

if only he knew how i really felt.

ugh.

i look down at my watch. it reads eleven twenty six pm.

i frown and pick up a pair of black high-wasted skinny jeans, a Nirvana smiley shirt and black converse.

i put everything on and tuck my shirt into my jeans.

i then put on some bracelets and wristbands. i've got to cover everything up.

i then ran out the house and jumped into my car.

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i parked my car in the empty car park.
where's michael?

i hope he comes tonight, i miss him.

i sigh and lock the car.

i then walk straight inside and go to the office.

i sit by myself and wait for M michael. but he doesn't show up.

the phone starts ringing and he's still not here.

i feel like crying, he's not coming. just as I'm about to let a tear fall, but somebody walks in.

i look up and see a pink haired michael looking at me.

i don't even wait or him to sit down, i fully jump out of my chair and hug him.

i start crying into his chest, making his white shirt see through.

he holds on to me tightly and rests his head on top of mine.

"i-i'm sorry" i cry into his chest, the hair around my face becoming wet from the tears.

"me too", he whispered back.

after a while i finally calm down and let go of him.

after a few seconds he let's go too, i look up and see a tear running down his face.

i stand on my tip toes and kiss his cheek, not only taking the salty tear away but making him blush.

i smile and walk over to my chair.

he follows my actions and sits down in his chair.

"do you want to talk?" he asked.

"sure" i smiled, so he doesn't hate me.

"let's talk about you", i smiled.

"what about me?" he asked.

"Well, what made you get a job here?" i asked, the question has been playing in my head since i first saw him. this restaurant has had a bad reputation since the bite of 'eighty seven.

"it's a long story" he says, trying to avoid it

"we have six hours", i reply.

"just drop it!!" he screamed at me. i flinched back.

"i'm sorry" he started.

"it's fine" i mumble, looking down into my computer, winding up the music box.

he sighs and looks down into his laptop. god, it's just fight after fight after fight.

i look through cameras and saw that everybody but freddy and mangle were out of place.

"ashlee," michael says, "i got in trouble, a lot of trouble"

"what did you do?" i question.

"i beat the shit out of a guy, he almost died", he whispered.

"w-why?" i asked, why would michael do something like that?

"i found out that he was cheating on my sister and she lost him to her and she found him cheating on her as well," he sighed, "none of us took it very well"

"i'm sorry" i whispered.

"it's fine, he got what was deserved" michael nodded.

"i.." I started, but a cold metal hand went over my mouth, if you could call it a hand. it was more like a claw.

"ashlee!!" michael screamed. the thing started dragging me away.

"michael" I cried out reaching my arms to him, but my screams were muffled.

"help me!!"

ahhh fuck. hey i'm so sorry to older readers, there were a lot of errors and shit and i just feel so bad that you guys had to deal with my fetus writing. i had good ideas but not good spelling or shit.

- sav