~Ask & Dare, Roleplay, and Art~

I had a DREAM! OH MY GOD!!!

The dream was long but short at the same time... I don't remember most of it to be honest... Well, here it goes.

The familiar sound of a phone ringing echoes down the hall. It rings once, twice, and not before long, a young man walked into the room and answered it.

"H-Hello..?" The gentle, skittish voice of the man spoke. He held the phone tightly in his palm. "Y-Yes, this is he... B-But Scott's back watching over the kid... I-If you want, I could go and get h-"

"N-No... No sir, not a-at all..."

"Yes, th-the insurance is covered... A-And he will have to p-pay the fees... H-He's suing them, yes. A-After that, they promised to sh-shut down..."

The young man paused and a look of confusion washed over him. "I-I have no idea sir, l-let me go and-"

A much taller man had walked in, and he grabbed the phone from the other. He sighed into the phone and rested his hand on the desk. "Uh hello, sorry about that, man. If you don't mind telling me, what did you ask him..?"

He paused to hear the question and a small smile began to form. He laughed for a few seconds before his voice went into a serious tone. "They're having them auctioned off. Now I advise of you, do not go to that auction. Y'hear me? We don't want anything like...this...ever happening again..."

He nodded, "Yes, I already covered the fees... Uh, well, most of them. You owe almost one k to the company... No, no, I'm not saying that..."

He looked down and as he talked, his voice began getting louder and louder with anger, "Yes..! I know! I understand, that is your child in that room..! Yes, but you are the one who tampered with the IA levels, you're the one who programmed them, you are the one who even touched the damned things last!"

The tall man let out a breath in annoyance an put a hand to his head, "Now don't get all negative on me, there is a chance for you to get bailed, and there is a small chance that he'll live..."

He cleared his throat in the awkward silence and his voice got a bit deeper. "I know, yeah. Just-... Listen, don't buy anything from Fazbear's Pizza."

The man nodded and hung up the phone.

"W-What did he want..?" The shorter male asked as he walked back to the small room. "He came cryin' to us about his news for going to jail. He said that he'd be tried for murder."

They stayed silent as they walked back into a small room. The steady beeping sound of a heart rate machine was present. A child was lying on the bed, his head wrapped in bandages. The bandages covered his eyes, which were leaking with....tears. The beeping got longer and more tears soaked the child's bandages.

Then, all of the sudden, the flatline sounded.

The taller man stared down at the child in shock, while the other teared up, covered his mouth, and ran out of the room.

(Ahhhh.. Don't ask about the media. It has nothing to do with anything.

P.S. UNDERTALE SHALL TAKE OVER THIS BOOK)