They Are My Friends; FNAF✔

Chapter 15. The Truth

Your POV

"My parents were never really good for me. But they've never hurted me..never. Untill last year." I begin. I still face my back to Freddy. "They began to drink alcohol. A lot of alcohol. They are almost drunk every night. And the alcohol made them really agressive too. Almost everytime I do something wrong I'll get.." I sigh. "Slapped."

~Now '(y/n)' is going to tell about everything that happened. So hold on xD~

"The doorbell was ringing this morning. I opened the door and I saw a man and a woman. They said that they take care of the children in the foster home in Quince. Every vacation, when my parents are away, I have to go to that foster home. My parents think I won't behave myself at home, and they think I can 'learn' something from the nice and brave children there. But I hate it to go over there. My parents said to me they were going on vacation Friday. I really didn't want to go to Quince. It's terrible there. So I jumped out off my balcony and I ran away. I had the key of the restaurant in my pocket, so I ran straight to here. But..here I fainted and...when I was laying here in bed I slept for like 4 hours or something. Then I woke up and I went to the stage because you all were talking and.." I sigh. "Alright, I'm sorry. Maybe I listened to you all talking to each other. I've heard Goldie saying that he thought that something was not right at my home and I thought shit no he is noticing something. But then I was being called and I ran away to the bathroom. It was my father who called. He said I had to go home immediately. I didn't understand it, because he and my mother would go on vacation together...but...from that moment I knew I was going to get it. Freddy, you were searching for me and you were so close. I was waiting for you to leave and then I ran straight to the exit to my home. When I...arrived..at home, my parents were waiting there for me. And they were so mad. They've heard I didn't want to go to Quince and that I escaped. So..they.....all this on my face and arms...they..." Tears rolling down my face. Suddenly I feel someone wrap his arms around me. It's Freddy. I haven't even heard him walking over to me. "I get it, sweetheart." He says. "I should have told you this was going on....I'm so sorry...I-" "No, it's okay. Don't be sorry. It's horrible enough what you've been gone through." He pulls me to his stomach and I begin to cry in his chest. "Is there nothing else going on? You've told me everything?" "Everything." I whisper.

Freddy's POV

I can't understand that parents would do such a thing like this to their child. Poor (y/n). I turn around. Goldie, Foxy, Chica and Bonnie are standing there, looking at us. I know they were also listening to (y/n)'s story. She sighs deep and I pet her on the head. "It's okay, (y/n). It's going to be fine." (Y/n) wurms herself out of my grip and looks at all of us. "It's not going to be fine. They'll keep hurting me forever." "No, they won't." Goldie suddenly says, and walks over to her. "How? They-" "Sshttt." Goldie puts his finger on her lip. "You are not going back to that place. You stay here. No, listen, during the day, you keep hiding with me. And at night, you can just hang out with us." He removes his finger. "But....my parents know I work here." (Y/n) answers. "Maybe you should tell Scott about this.." Chica says. "No way!" (Y/n) says. "(Y/n), listen. Scott is a nice man, weird, but nice. Just say to him that your parents did this, say that you are afraid to go home." "No no no, Goldie. I'm not doing that!" (Y/n) says. Goldie sighs. "What if he's going to call the cops?" "(Y/n)-" "And what if-" "(Y/n)!! He won't." "Oh yeah? And what if he's going to call the cops, huh? Then I'm doomed. Then I'll probably get adopted and I have to leave this place and then I'll never see you guys again and-" "(Y/n), stop worrying. It's not going to happen. I know Scott. He is not going to call the cops. He is probably going to let you stay in the restaurant, you know there's one room in-" "Probably!? Probably doesn't sound really confident to me!!" And so the conversation between (y/n) and Goldie continues. "Come on, (y/n). I know Scott won't call the cops. Just trust me." "And even then. I'm just not going to tell him." (Y/n) says. "(Y/n)." I say. "How much I do want to agree with you, I can't. I can understand that it's hard to explain everything, and now even to a person, but I think Goldie is right. Scott won't call the cops." (Y/n) looks at me and shakes her head. "Still not going to do it." I sigh. She's stubborn.
"If you won't do it, I'll do it." I say. It might have sounded a bit harsh, but it's the best. She looks at me with a shocked expression.
"You won't." she says.
"I will." I say.
"You can't!" Chica suddenly says.
I look at her. "Scott doesn't know that you can talk during...well...if there is no show!!" I nod. "I know. But I'll do anything to let Scott know about this." Chica jumps up and down from....excitement?
"Ooohh, (y/n), it's not so bad! Maybe Scott wants to adopt you!! Hey, that would be so much fun! Then the restaurant would be your home and and and just oh my god that's so amazing!!" she cheers loudly. (Y/n) sighs deep. "I don't know..." she says. "Maybe it's better if I go to home." I lift one eyebrow. "Are you kidding me?" I say. She looks at me. "Uhh....no.." "You're staying." Goldie says.

A couple of minutes later~

Your POV

I walk to the office and see Mike. He looks really......sad? He suddenly looks up at me. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks. Oh, so Mike can be nice? I nod. "Yeah, thanks for asking." "What happened to you?" I look away. "I think this 'little girl' is not able to tell you." I snap. Mike sighs. "(Y/n), listen. I'm sorry I said that. I've treated everyone so badly. You're right. I'm an asshole."
Don't trust him, (y/n).
He scolded at you.
I see his eyes scanning up and down my arms. "Wow. You have a lot of injuries." Mike says. "No shit." I say. "(Y/n), can you please tell me what's going on? Did one of the animatronics hurt-" "NO." I say loudly. "They would never do such a thing like that!! I don't know what you have with them, but I like them!!" Mike looks at me and I feel myself become angry. "Look, I don't know why you're being so nice now, but I don't trust you. So I'm not going to tell." I say. "I know you don't trust me, I understand." he sighs. I try to walk away, but he grabs my arm. "Hey!! What-" "(Y/n)." "What!?" I say. "I'm sorry." I look in his brown eyes. "I mean it." "Okay." is all I can bring out. I walk away and sit down on the stage.

Can I really trust Mike?