So, I haven't been updating for more than a year. Lol sorry. It's just that I almost left the fandom at that time. And I was scrolling up to one of Rebornica's comics in FNAF when I saw Mr. Smiley in their draws. So I was like "Oh yeah I haven't been updating in that book. LOL" and then I opened up my Wattpad account just for this book. Basically, many people liked this story, despite the small amout of views but I guess I will have to update this anyways because of my uncureable boredom in life. So here, apparently, is Part 7. ENJOOOOOOYYYY.
(Y/n)'s POV
I sat on the clearing until the sun has finally set and the moon has risen. I lay on the grass and sighed. "People seem... more depressed today." I said. I looked at the moon and sighed again. "When will they realise that they only have is life?" I asked myself.
It was about some minutes when I realise that I forgot to send Robert a letter. "Oh!" I exclaimed, sitting up. I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote to Robert.
Robert's POV
"Heya Robert. How are ya doing in that prison? Hope you're not lonely in there. I heard that you know Mr. Smiley. You know, that person called Happy Buddy? I kinda know him. He seems to be blackmailed by Dr. Money, so please be happy because he is trying hard on his job. Turns out that his daughters' lives were in that line. I will try to help him. I do not want everyone to be so depressed in here. So I hope that you're not depressed also. Please, stay happy. I hope you're not depressed like everyone here. They seem to be dead inside and can't talk to me. I'm so lonely, I hope you will get out that prison soon. I miss you."
I almost cried.
(Y/n), you're so lonely. I'm sorry, very sorry.
Another letter appeared.
"Hey buddy! How are ya doin?! Heard ya know a girl! I actually met her! Is she your best friend?! Well she didn't passed away so don't be sad! BE HAPPY! AHAHAHA!"
Mr. Smiley's a bit creepy. But, when I heard his story, I actually am sad for him.
If only, IF ONLY, I could write letters to these guys. They will know that I'm okay, I'm fine, I'm not lonely because I have Fly here. And the posters will not symbolise that I'm not lonely or being watched.
I'm not lonely, because of you, guys.
But you didn't knew that you all are not lonely, either.
I wish I could some stuff like that to them. That would be awesome.
I imagine myself writing letters and see them that they write how happy they are to see me okay and happy and not dead. That would very great.
But right now...
I don't know how to keep them happy.
(Y/n)'s POV
I was walking around the streets when I saw a shop called "Charlotte's Delicious Pastries". There's someone in there, writing a letter.
I knocked on the door and they shot their head up. I smiled and waved. She stared and quickly opened the door. "Please, come in." she said shakily. I slowly went in and smelled the delicious scent of pastries, sweets, and cakes.
"Wow, pretty nice shop you got here." I said. She closed the door and looked at me "You... don't feel anything weird... and all?" she asked. "Hm? Uh, I don't feel anything right now, why?" I asked. "You're not infected..." she mumbled. "What?" I asked.
Then she suddenly hugged me, crying.
I was actually surprised. I kept away my arms around her so she would get some space. She just cries and cries.
I sighed and slowly hugged back.
TEMSKIP (Play with the 5 confetti poppers first >:3)
"So, you're saying, Dr. Money made this virus?" I asked. "Yes, and those prisoners have the working organs that Dr.Money sold, 60% of the population in the whole world has been infected, 40% percent of it have already died. There's no actual escape in the virus." Charlotte answered, lowering her head.
"Robert..." I mumbled.
Could it be that he has the working organs?
"You didn't seemed infected, though," Charlotte suddenly said "you look healthy as ever." "Should I...sell my organs then?" I asked. She was surprised "...No." she said "It...could save someone...or many people." I said "I just don't want many depressed." "Do not sell your organs!" Charlotte raised from her seat "Selling your organs will go to Dr. Money! He will make the price even higher! A price that no one can buy, perhaps! There's no point in saving someone when you just sell it to someone who will price it up even higher!" she shouted. My eyes widened. She silenced for a bit and sat down "S-sorry..." she mumbled.
There was an awkward silence until I finally spoke up "So you're sending a letter which Dr. Money said that he has the working organs?" I asked. "Yes, he also said that he would be selling them very soon..." she answered "I see..." I said.
There was silence again.
Not helping myself, I picked up a piece of paper and began writing.
Robert's POV
"Robert, a girl named Charlotte told me that you are in a prison where Dr. Money kept the people with working organs inside. I am sure that you have the working organs that he had made. You are in grave danger. Dr. Money will take your organs and will sell it in a very high price. No one can buy that high but himself. So please, do not get killed by Dr. Money or else you will be deceased for nothing. mostly the human population has been infected and 40% of it have died. It seems that you, me, Charlotte and maybe Sal are still healthy. Be safe."
I gripped the letter. "SCREW YOU DR.MONEY!" I screamed. I saw another letter has been sent.
It was from Dr. Money.
I quickly opened the letter and read what it say.
"I see that you know a friend that is isn't infected."
No..
"I will catch her and imprison her."
Don't...
"I'll say your and her organs in a high price."
Don't you dare...
"You cannot stop me."
I was about to rip it until I saw (Y/n)'s letter. I read it, and was shocked.
