Little sister (fnaf fanfic)

1- a fresh start

Have you ever been through something so crazy you don't really think it's happened? I get that a lot. My names angel... it's Angello Orion fazbear actually.

When I was found the woman who found me thought I was a boy because of my short scruffy hair hence the name Angello. They spelled it weird too with an extra L.

I liked that woman. She gave me the middle name Orion after her dad because it was a strong name. She wanted me to be strong too, her name was Marion and she never asked me to call her mom.

When I was five it was reported I wasn't her biological child by some
self-righteous-snobbish-stuck-up-piece-of shit-cow and I was taken away.

I still had a picture of Marion and I but it was crumpled and torn down the side when I got into a fight with someone. After that I had strapped it all over will sellotape making the image blurry but safer.

I used to be just called "goth" as the others used to taunt. Dicks the lot of them I won't be missing that lot.

I finished putting my few things away but stopped when I looked at the old patched wolf on the window sill. I'd been found with it.

Left in a pram in the park by this big old oak tree, it's funny I remember Marion told me she considered having my middle name 'oaken' like the tree but I like Orion better.

The tree's been cut down but I go and sit on the massive stump of it sometimes and watch the world go by.

It's the only thing I'm going to miss.

Actually I don't mind the loneliness of the place so much everyone likes to get drunk and laid and whatever and I get to stay away from all that and fly under the radar.

It's usually been pretty normal around here. My schedule was always the same:

Wake up early to avoid others at breakfast.
Go out for at least an hour a week not including school.
Get back by curfew.
Stay In room and lock door to prevent pranks or theft.

The last one it constantly a must. Once I forgot and they stole all my pens and threw them over the landing and stairs. I'd lost pretty much all of them after that.

Ever since then I've locked my door and stuck a piece of metal in the keyhole. I use a magnet to get it out and then unlock it.

The staff say I should accept the 'good humor' behind the pranks and theft and just laugh along or ignore them.

I retaliated in small ways. I broke up the little group by causing fights and arguments. Mainly I took necklaces, clothes, prized possessions and hid them in the others bags.

Then the fighting, cue the this side against that side and I would repeat until the group was demolished.

It was harsh but I never felt bad. Even though I saw that they where happy in their friendship, it was a punishment for treating me badly. Childish and cruel but whatever.

Now it's gonna be different. I have a family my real family came and found me. This was it. My bag packed and off to actually meet them.

I eyed the stuffed wolf on my window sill, I should really throw that toy away... I'm too old for stuffed toys...

I picked it up inhaling it's musty sweet smell like old perfume and dust, cuddling it to my chest like a two year old. I put it in my bag hurriedly pulling the zipper shut.