『 Things That Should Not Be Said/Done By Fallers When Their Family Is Around 』

██Just For Me?██

██Second Halloween Special██

Warning

May be depressing for some people.

You were warned.

Also, i know what has happened in the games and all the story, this is MY plot and has nothing to do with the games.

And my eyes filled with tears as sirens were filling the air, different colors covering the night sky. Police cars were outside the blood shot now Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Police men were going in and out as I was kneeling down on the road crying silently hugging my son's teddy bear. My feelings complicated, didn't have a god damn idea what was going on. Some maniac lured some kids into this pizzeria and one of them was my son. How? No one knows.. My feelings were slowly sinking, all the kids were probably dead, who I was kidding!? I felt so depressed, he was only eight, had his whole life in front of him. But someone had to take it from his little hands. And I remembered what I went through to bring him to this world, the nights that I was awake because he was kicking with his lil' legs my belly, the pain when I gave him birth and my first salty tears when I held him tight. His first birthday party when he opened his dad's present, a teddy bear that was like springbonnie. When I cleaned his cake covered face smiling, when I was singing lullabies to him so he can sleep tight even if he was afraid of the dark. And my eyes were swollen from crying too much as it started raining. The policemen were looking at me worriedly but they weren't moving a muscle, being afraid to ''wake'' me up. And I was just standing there kneeled in front of the pizzeria even if it was raining. No news, no one knew what happened to the kids that time. And I felt a light behind me that disappeared seconds later. A man walked besides me, looking down at me as I raised my head looking at him sobbing slightly. He was wearing jeans, the blue ones. A purple T-Shirt with a flannel. His hair was moving a bit from the air as he looked me with a friendly look. I stood up hugging him tight buring my face in his chest as he sighed rubbing my back slightly trying to calm me down.

" It's okay, they will find our son, y/n.."

He spoke calmly still rubbing my back. How could he be so calm, even if his son was missing and probably dead!?

" B-But.."

" Shhh.."

" I h-hope he is o-okay.."

" We all hope that.."

" We all.."

And the kids were never found. And you know what is worse than knowing that your son is dead? That you will never see him again, even his corspe. And i returned to my normal routine soon or later with the thought of my son accompanying me. My husband tried to pursuade me to visit a psychiatrist, not wanting me to go insane and do anything bad but i was just saying no and no again.

I lost my son.

A piece of myself.

Half of my heart.

At least i wasn't alone, i still had my man, helping me when i needed him. He even asked me if i wanted us to try to have another child but i just declined. I wasn't emotionally stable enough to have another child. Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria closed due to the murders as another pizzeria took its place. New animatronics, new excited screams. But again it was closed, murders. Kids died again, families sank into the chaos.

I washed the last plate putting it back to its shelf. A sigh escaped my lips as i looked outside the window the yard.

This is where my son used to play with his small cars.