Dear Diary,

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So.. I went to lunch.
I walk in the cafeteria. Where did he go?

He knows how to disappear. I walk to get my food when I run into what looked to be a blonde Freddy.

I smacked right into him. He held his ground. He grabs my wrist before I fall.

He turns his head quietly. I stare,"Do you talk?" He blinks. I lower my ears. Creepy. I slowly back away.

While backing up, I bumped into someone else! It looked alot like Bonnie. Except blue. I know him. He's from my homeroom.

He glares, muttering. His food had dropped from his hands. Everyone was staring.

I gulp. I chickle nervously as they walled towards me except for the blonde Freddy.

He had grabbed my arm and ran outta there like the zombie apocalypse had begun.

He pushes me in the old art room. He shuts it and turns the light off.  I hyperventilate. He shushes me. I gulp.

I shook like crazy as he walked towards me. What does he want? He was expressionless.




Creepy.



I'm not creepy. You are.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 06, 2018 ⏰

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