Not That Boy Anymore.

Chapter Seven

Whoa baby! This is going to be a surprising chapter! With some surprises. 

Wait...

I already said surprises...

I'm an idiot.

Leo P.O.V

When I woke up to see I was in a bed with Mike sleeping in a chair besides me. Bandages were wrapped all over my wounds, it slightly hurt to move. I slowly move my hand to my shoulder, to feel that it's bandaged. I lightly trace my figures over the bandage and let them curl around my forearm, where the bandage stopped. I let out a soft groan and painfully try to sit up.

Pain flared up in me, starting with my arm, giving me goose bumps. A yelp worked it's way up my throat, but I wouldn't let it fall past my lips. So, I bite my tongue to try to hold it all in. Tears blinded my vision, but I refused to let them fall, I refuse to seem weak. Something warm places itself upon my aching shoulder, attempting to sooth the pain. It helps a little as the  A hand helps me up into a sitting position, Mike had woken up. He had bags under his eyes and looked worried. I weakly smile and tears fill his eyes. He pulls me into a hug.

"I was so worried." He silently cries into my shoulder. I sit there shocked. I felt bad, I had caused him to worry. But I knew the truth now.

"-not going with us to work." Mike says and I pull away.

"What!"

"I'm not putting you in danger! Thank god it's a Saturday anyways!" I immediately hatch a plan.

"Well, I guess I'm stuck here aren't I?"

"Yes. No way out of it."

Perfect.

??? P.O.V

Light.

Light was the first thing I saw.

Then a familiar person appeared in front of me. Another kid that looks three years older than me appears.

She had strawberry blonde hair with a couple blonde highlights tied into pigtails, emerald green eyes, slightly pale skin, a yellow t-shirt, a orange skirt, and white socks with white shoes.

"Hey Kenny!" She giggles with a big smile. I look at my hands to see they were just slight tan skin...

Human skin.

I felt my face. Instead of a sharp jaw line, perfect angular noes with an upturned tip, slightly large eyes, and high cheek bones, I felt something different.

A soft jaw line, small button noes, normal eyes, and regular cheek bones. I touch my hair.

Instead of short, silky, straight, golden hair, it was slightly long, slightly matted, dark brown hair. I gasp in surprise.

"Are you ok silly?" She giggles again, I nod with tears streaming down my face. She offers me her hand. I gladly take it.

"I'm ok!" I happily cry. My voice wasn't smooth and melodic, but slightly scratchy and high pitched.

Then everything got darker.

Suddenly a mental claw clamps it's self around her waist and pulls her into the darkness.

"SAVE ME KENNY!" She screams in fear.

"MARION NO!" I cry out and try to follow but I was pulled the opposite way by the shadows.

Then I woke up.

I started gasping for air. My hand flew to my neck and I rub it, feeling the cold skin of this cursed body.

I sigh and feel something dripping from my eyes. I take my hand off my neck and wipe the thick, black oil from my eyes. Something crawls up my other arm.

"Why, hello there, my friend." I softly chuckle and the spider slightly hisses in reply before scurrying away.

Alone again it seems. A small grunt grabs my attention. A figure was climbing threw the only widow of the room. The figure lands on the big bow below the window and hops off of it.

Now the light shines directly on him. He had tan skin, pointy ears, dark curly hair, and he was wearing jeans, a dark gray sweatshirt, and black high tops.

"Ok, I'm in. Didn't plan that far." He mumbles and I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

"Now where am I?" He mumbles again. At this point I decided to make myself known.

"You're in the back room." I speak in a hushed tone. He turns to the corner I'm hidden in and stares staight into my eyes.

"Who's there?" He orders and I slowly get up, feeling my joint mechanics pop into place. I towered over him by at least three inches.

Third Person P.O.V

The two stare at each other in silence.

It wasn't an uncomfortable silence though, or a silence of tension.

But one of words.

For this silence held an untold conversation.

"Who are you?" The demigod asks the shadow. The golden animatronic's eyes widen in shock, no one has ever talked to him before. They mostly scream and run away. It's quite depressing.

"People call me Golden Freddy, and who are you?" He answered in a small voice, surprising the living boy by the shyness of the dead boy. He must have thought that since he was a dull shade of yellow, that he would either be optimistic or violent.

"The name's Valdez. Leo Valdez." The Latino states with a small smile.

"You like an elf."

"And you look broken down, Goldie."

"Goldie?" Said robotic boy asks and the elf got closer.

"Yeah, because calling you Golden Freddy is a mouthful. So calling you Freddy is out of the question because there's already Toy Freddy also called Toy, and Freddy. So it's best to call you Goldie." The demigod explains. The robotic boy opens his mouth to retaliate, before closing his mouth in defeat.

"I guess you're right." He chuckles and Leo smiles in response.

"Great! Now-" He begins while pulling out a screwdriver from his bag.

"-lets fix you up."