Before I Was Broken. (A Jacksepticeye, Markipler, and FNAF Fanfiction)

Chapter 8: Story Before Bed. * Edited *

2363 Words

"There you guys are!" Mr. Fong smiled to us, and pulled out our chairs. Sarah and I took ours, and looked at the pizza with longing eyes, and lust for the gooey, cheesy pizza that we were both more than excited to tear into.

"Thank you Mr. Fong!" I smiled, as he laid out a plate for me.

"Yeah! Thank you dada!" Sarah smiled.

"Hey, no problem guys! Dig in!" He smiled, as he laid out the savory smelling pizza in front of our eyes, that were clearly bigger than our stomachs. He pulled his seat back, sat down, and then pushed back in again all in one swift motion. Mr. Fong is so cool!

Sarah and I quickly picked up the slice, and ravaged into it, getting the steaming, dripping, and delicious sauce all over our faces. Mr. Fong was watching us with his eyes in rainbows, smiling at what we were doing. I love Mr. Fong, he is always so happy.

Sarah picked two pepperonis off of her plate, and laid them in front of her eyes, and then a huge smile that filled her entire face, that wrapped up to her ears.

"Haha! Look at me Jack!" She smiled, puffing out her cheeks, as if she had two bouncy balls stuck in them.

"Haha! Wait, hold on!" I smiled, as I took my crust that I wasn't going to eat, and put it over my mouth, and crossed my eyes. She burst out laughing. I have always loved her laugh! Its so happy.

Mr. Fong started to twiddle his fork around his fingers, and laughing at us, while his cheeks were stuffed with pizza.

I am glad that Mr. Fong is okay with me staying here, because Sarah is my only friend that I can relate with. She always makes me so happy, and I'm glad that she has such a great dad to take care of her

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After we finished our pizza, Mr. Fong took our plates, and started to wash them.

"Hey dada?" She asked, with wide eyes, as we were sitting at the table, coloring.

"Yeah sweetie?" He asked in a sweet voice.

"Can me and Jack look at the old photo album?" She asked, in a higher pitched voice. I turned to her, to see that she was looking down to her thumbs.

He sighed, and drenched the sponge slowly in the dish water, and lowered his head slightly.

"Do you know where it is baby?" He asked, still not looking up.

"Yes daddy," She said.

Mr. Fong put down the sponge, walked over to Sarah and I, and put his large hands on her porcelain shoulders. But to my surprise, she didn't flinch. Usually when people put their hands on my shoulders, I'm in for a bad time.

"Alright honey, but you know that you are worth so much more than what he said about us, and if you start to feel sad again, you'll come to daddy right away, promise beautiful?" He asked, looking directly into her emerald orbs, and she returning the gaze strongly.

"I promise daddy," She said, then wrapped her long arms around his muscular neck. His rainbow eyes folded tightly shut, then he wrapped his large arms around her, squeezing her tightly, yet treating her as gently as a feather.

One thing I don't understand about Sarah, is her ability to remain so calm, and collected when adults are direct with her. I always shy away, and flinch. I guess that's just one of my flaws I guess.

Sarah tapped the outside of my wrist, and motioned for me to follow her. But I stayed for a few extra seconds to watch Mr. Fong. He covered his handsome face In his large, vascular hands, running it up through his long, thick, black hair, then laying his hands on his bent haunches, and pushed himself up onto his Nike covered feet, then dawdled his way back over to the dishes, taking all the time in the world. But then I quickly followed Sarah to where she wanted me to go.