New Beginnings

Freddy Fazbear

In a mediocre apartment in middle class Amity Park, a red headed boy could be seen tossing and turning in his bed, sweat pouring off of him as he danced with Morpheus to the tune of a nightmare.

Ever since he got his memories of his time as Max and Freddy Fazbear, he's been stuck reliving memories of those times. Some times they were good, other times so horrible that he would find himself waking up just to hurl in a trash can he took to keeping nearby. This one had to be the most horrible though.

Wesley Weston bolted up in bed screaming, hand automatically going up to his chest as his death replayed over and over in his mind's eye. His eyes darted around his bedroom, a simple set up of a desk, his twin bed and television sitting on top of his dresser by the door. The only thing that set his room apart from an ordinary teen's was the post-it board over his desk covered in pictures and newspaper clippings about different things ranging from the existence of aliens to fruit vampires. Wes took a deep, calming breath, trying to make his heart settle down as he mentally locked the nightmare away in a vault and threw away the key.

Though having the ability to literally walk in shadows and scare the crap out of people who pissed him off had it's perks, there were so many times he wished he could go back to just being the basket ball loving kid with an obsession with theories and the paranormal. Even with ghosts being a real thing, which was considered normal in Amity Park, at least he was blissfully ignorant that he'd been killed as a child in a past life and killed as ghost possessed robot. He still tried his damndest to lock that away and act like there was nothing different about him but something in him refused to be ignored. Danny Fenton and his little posse certainly weren't helping him with the bleed overs and the drive to protect them and children.

Wes sighed and scrubbed his hand down his face, absently listening for any sign of his father around the apartment. Hearing nothing, the green eyed boy figured either his dad was still asleep or had left early for his new job as a paper pusher. Glancing over at the digital clock by his bed, he saw it was after six o' clock on a freaking Monday and groaned, contemplating whether or not he should call in sick before immediately changing his mind. He had a basket ball scholarship to think about after all.

Wearily crawling out of bed, he got changed in to a pair of sweats and a hoodie before tromping out of his room and into their small kitchen, opening the fridge and cursing when he found nothing but a couple of apples and a box of baking soda. Looks like dad forgot to buy food again. Slamming the fridge door closed he went and grabbed a couple of slices of bread and made himself some toast, grabbing his back pack and house keys as he headed out the door and to school.

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Fire yawned, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. The boys would be asleep for at least another 20 to 30 minutes so she had time to get lunch for later.

She licked her lips at the thought, slowly getting up before going to the window and slipping out. The wolf girl glanced around, ears twitching before she ran toward the woods.

The wolf teen was at the edge of the trees when she noticed one of her traps had been tripped. Fire smirked in triumph, making quick work of skinning and gutting the rabbit, stashing the fur away to treat and dry out later.

The wolf girl tore off a few pieces and munched on them on the way out. She stopped however when she heard someone walking toward her. The wolf girl stuffed the rabbit in her paper bag, changing into her human form.

She was more than a little surprised when she saw Wes taking the long way to school. Fire raised a brow at that, walking over to him, "Hey, didn't expect to see you here." She smiled, looking a little confused, "No shadows today?"

Wes shook his head, forcing a small smile as he took a bite of his second piece of toast, "Nah, got up a bit too early this morning and decided a walk would be good for me. Gotta keep up my stamina for basketball and what not." He looked down at the paper bag in Fire's hands, feeling a chill when he saw some of the fresh blood already seeping through it, "I, uh, see you went and got lunch for today?"