It was 7:12 AM in Florida, the sun was nearly rising and it was the middle of June. The date...Tuesday, 13th, 1987. Rather a hot day if you ask someone else because I can't really feel temperatures all the normally anymore.
Since I've been living in the shadows for so long, I get kind of temperature confused. If its really hot, it's cold to me. But if it's really cold, well I would still get very cold.
You could probably say I'm cold-blooded.
I walked up to the one and only top pizzeria's in the county...Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The restaurant that holds dark secrets amongst it. Most of the families come here for entertainment for the children of course.
I stood there, staring at the low quality of this place while the wind blew my hair to the side. The letters on the roof are only half lit. Therefore, it looks to be saying 'FRE DY FAZ EA 'S PIZ E R A" with the Freddy logo behind it that looks dingy.
I just had a bad vibe about this place...and not just because of the missing children incident.
I took a step closer to the double silver doors that were labeled 'PUSH' on the bars. I forced them open to reveal myself to a indifferent smell. It was not the smell of pizza nor was it the smell of dingy air...but it reeked. Like the terrible smell of a rotting corpse. Rotting corpse...
No
It can't be. It's too obvious.
They probably forgot to take out the trash. It's strange that parents let their minors step foot into this pestiferous place. It lacks of good smell, a bright mood, and then there's the crime scene. But there has to be a reason as to who and why he/she would kill them...
I glanced over at the little brown wooden stand where the cashiers are supposed to be. There was a tiny vase with roses in it.
My mother once told me, roses are supposed to symbolize love; but they can also symbolize death. Red may be just a simple color to people. But what they don't know is that red can also mean emotions.
I decided to start looking around the place. I walked to a what appears to be a stage with a navy blue curtain covering something.
"Leave now...before he gets you..."
I was paranoid.
Was that one of the ghost children?
I went closer to the stage to try and connect with it better. Therefore, it was slowly fading away. It was now gone. I decided to wait until I could get a better hearing or at least a whisper. I pondered around, looking at everything else.
The place didn't look that bad to be honest. It actually looks like it's still in good condition.
There were six tables with white clothes decorated with confetti. Twelve brown chairs with a star on the front of the chair, surrounding each table. Different colored striped party hats in line of each chair on the tables.
I looked to the left of the stage and saw another little stage with a purple curtain decorated with white stars. Then there was a sign that read, SORRY! OUT OF ORDER. I wonder what's in there. On top of the curtain rail, another sign in big letters read, Pirate Cove.
Suddenly, my body started to twitch. I felt anger rising in me, I feel the need to strangle someone...
I pull out my MP3 and put on the only song that I ever listen to on there. It's like a song from a music box. My mother used to play it for me when I needed to fall asleep. It's the only song that makes me calm.
I sat in a dark corner so I could doze off peacefully.
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After what seemed like a while, I started to get tense again. That's how I know that I my song has ended.
I looked up and to my surprise, I see a waitress staring at me. I gave her a straight face and she jolted back.
"Oh! Good. You're alive. Um, are you lost? I can help you." The woman asked.
She had blond, long hair that had blue lowlights. Her shirt was white with a logo that says, To Be? Or Not To Be Yours? Her pants were red skinny jeans with little pink dots on them. Her shoes are blue Vans and have yellow laces.
Very strange girl if you ask me.
"Are you all right? I can get someone for you. Why are you all alone?"
I couldn't deal with her questions anymore. I started to get up and walked from her. Time to investigate some more.
Sorry it took a while. I was...busy? Yeah. Busy. So uh hopefully I'll update soon enough. Eventually. Till then, until next chapter my FNAFy fans!
~Lexyy
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The Story of Puppet
Random"Everyone explains how life is real, but to me....life is just a dream--an illusion, a nightmare." This story talks about the puppet's past life when he was a normal boy. If this is not to your beliefs, I'm sorry. Hope you like it!