Scars

Run!!!!!

Jeremy's POV

I turned towards the voice. Toy Chica was standing in the doorway. She had a high, squeaky voice that rang throughout the room.

" I don't want to." The Puppet said, crossing his arms like a small child.

" Fine. Then I'll go get the originals." Chica said, running off.

As soon she was gone, the Puppet grabbed my arm, and pulled me towards the exit.

" W- wait! I c- can't just l- leave!" I stuttered.

" Do you want to die?! If not, you're better off trusting me." He said. I nodded.

We stepped outside and I was immediately hit with the cold air. I looked at my watch.
' 3:50'

     " I- I'd better g- get going." I said, turning around. I started to walk off, but the Puppet grabbed my shoulder.

     " No way! You're not going back to your house. We need to find you a better place to live." He declared. I tried to shake him off, but to no avail. I finally gave in.

     " Fine, I do know one person who could take me in." I thought out loud.

     " Good, who?" He asked. I bit my lip.

" Um... the former night guard." I said meekly. I looked away.

" Like he's going to trust me! What former night guard in their right mind would trust me!" He yelled. I flinched.

" I know but she's the only friend that can take me in!" I countered. He made a sound of frustration.

" Fine, but I'd better take of my mask. She might not know it's me then." He sighed. I looked at him curiously.

     He took off the mask. He had pitch black hair and electric blue eyes. He had rosy cheeks that contrasted against his pale skin. I couldn't help but blush a little.

     " L- let's get g- going." I said. He nodded.

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Hey guys, I'm trying to stay on top of my posts. I hope y'all don't hate me for all these cliffhangers. I kinda hate 'em myself. Thanks for all your patience.