✔6 Forgotten, 1 Chance [A F.N.A.F/Bendy Crossover Story; COMPLETED]

𝓦𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓤𝓹 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼

"̸̛͓͖̈̍͊̓̑͒Ẉ̴͈͚́̈́͋̌͗͑̉͐̈́͘͜h̷̡̢̗̜͇͙͙͈̅̚͜͝y̸̳̥̬͔̐̇̿͆̋͛͗̔͊̚ ̷̝͎̝͍̞͇͊̆̈́͠ẖ̴͌̈́̐̍̎̃e̴͇̭̗̝̎͆̅̈́̋l̶̝̫̼̥̑͑l̶͔̺͔̻̽̅̽͌͋̽̓̈́̚͜͝ȯ̷̺̟̠̱̭̜͇̖̲̈́̈̅̀̅̾͌ ̶̡̣̠͓̜̠̠͔̲̞̋̓̋t̴̪͔̹̺͌̈́̓̓͒ͅȟ̵̡̬͉̼͔̤͇͖͇̇̈́̂̃͌̌͝ͅe̴͉͎͑r̸̟͍̣͙̔̾̇́̌͘ḛ̷͍̳͍̰͂̌̓͆̚ͅ,̴̨̡̢̡̗͖̪̺̔́̈̀̏̾̈́̀̎͝ ̵̨̤̼͖̻̯̂̈́Ǵ̶̙̞̳ǫ̸̛͓̀̍͂̋̐͠ŗ̸̩̪̞̹̜̠̼̎̐̇̆͐̍̈́͂̈́g̸̡͓͕̳̼͌͆͝ę̸̬̺̖̳͖̦̔͌ơ̷̝͓͔͖̳͙̬̮̣͐̍̌́̄̐̍ǘ̶̡̬̝͉̥͇̤̤͉̒̀̃̾̿̋ͅş̷̨̟̻͓̖̻͔̮̋͌̔͑͘!̴̣̯̪̱͐̍"̵̩̠͔͔̥͈͓̺̤́

"̶̨̭̰̝̝̼̭̱̤͐̾̑̈̈̅̋͜N̵̛̞̫̬̉̀͋̓͘͠ȏ̸̹̑̆̊̈!̷̹͈̦̪̜̜͎̦͑̑̓ ̶̛̇͆͂̀̃̈̆͘ͅL̸͙͔̣̮̹̙̹̣͚̈́̂̋̌̈́ẻ̴͈̲̈́̒͂́͗̅̔̅t̸̫̦͓̗̲̊̀̈́ ̴̢͓̼̪̣̝̔͐̃̔̕͜͝͠m̷̦̠̭̹̦̣͖̭͆̌̋́͑̒͐̄̑͐ͅͅe̷̩̻̼̺̲̘̥̞̥̺͊͆͘ ̴̨͕̳͆̉ͅg̶̥̼̿̈̅͊͂̄̑̽̒͛õ̶͓̝̣͎̬͎͙̀͗͐̄̄̒͂̒͠,̶̢̡͈͍̪̍ ̴̡͕͉̙̩͍̟̣̑̓̉͠p̸̢̙͙̖̩͚̻͗̎̇̓͆́͜͝l̵̨̛͉̩̓̅͛̾͒́̕͝͝e̶̹̟̓͊̈́̑̆̿͋̑͝à̶̢̛͙̫͈̖͚͖̱̜̣́̋̊s̶̡̛̥̜̬̥̙̖̔͌́̓͗̉͛͛͂ͅę̷̹͓̺̮͈̯͊!̷͚͓̣̱̰̞͠"̴̪̤̉̏̊̈̄̈́͊͠

"̷̡̮̫͔̭̬̜̤̘͕̅̏̄͋̄͐̍͋͝D̷̼̘̪̗̹͈͇͕̙̔̕͝͝o̵̯̲̣͊̈́̉͑̿̏ņ̸̖̩̺̮̮͎̽͒̉̈́͑͆̆̕͜'̶͉̎t̴̨̢̛͕͍̖̰̝̙̙͗̏̓̔ ̸̢̟͚͝w̶̢̢͙̤̯͖̮̦̹̱͒͌͒̄ơ̵͖̼̖͉̟͕̖r̸̫͖̞̦̲̣͎̠̆̄́̾̎̚͝r̴̢̹̤̟͕͔̓̀̀̈́̇̀̌̑̏͠y̶̛̛̹̍̉͐̈́̐̐̊,̴̮̔̍̏́̿͆̚ ̶̝̯͖͖̜̘͇̋̆ͅs̴͙̙̩͈̅̓ẃ̶̬̩̪̲̮̩̆̔̾̐͑̆̚ę̴̛̺̲̀͊̈́e̷̡̢̠͕̳̙͓̦̣̊͘t̸̨͎̤̟̙̥̀̀̏͗͋͛͜h̴̨͔̫̠̩̥̳͋ͅȩ̷̨̜̠̩͖͎̬̑̂̽̀͑̏̎͜ǎ̵̹̗̤̤̀̎̽́̆̅͘r̷̡̨͙͙̙̯̝̘͗̌̒͗͆̓̀̚t̸̯͉̫̎͗͗̀̉̊̋́̌̏.̶̛̖͈͔̙͚͇͐̓̅̊̎ͅ ̷͎͓͎̩̐̈͋̑͝Ỷ̴͙̕ö̷̟̻ū̶̱͒̅͑r̴̛͎̲̼̺̰͌̉͆̈́͑̓͌̍̕ ̸͎̼̫͍̝͕̮̒̑͊̀̅̎̕͝ͅs̵̡͎̦̣̀̐͆̈́̓͜͝͠ḁ̸̝̲̪̜̯͚̣̮̆̔̍̑̒̆̃̚͠ͅf̷̙̙͍̩͈̥͗̿̃̊͠e̸̳̺̰̞̹͙̣̲̓͊̿̀͒͂͝ ̶͎̳̠̰͑̍͋̾̀̀̾̃́͒ͅň̴̨͎̬̖͚͙͖͙̳̖͗̌́̓̓͘ô̸̜̜̥̱͠ẃ̷̟̳̽̽͂͛̔͌̾,̷̢̘͖͉̹̥̻̫̬̉̾̂͘ ̸̖̪͋̿̔̈̾͌̾̈d̷̢̠̜̣͆̂͠ͅo̷̧̫͋̏͒̃͋̕͝͠ǹ̸̞͕̞̃́͌͑̓̅'̵̖̞͎̣̺̜̲̫̲̋́͐͂̊́̃͒͜ṭ̸̨̛̦̝̿̎̂̒̃̕͝͝ͅ ̶̡͚̙̲̘̺̭̭̱̣͌̏̿̓͛ỹ̸̜͇̮̔͌o̴̦̼̮͍̤͑̿̅u̷̱̻̞̳̗̱͍̳̓̓ ̵̧̟̳̣̲̠̓s̶͚͌̆̎̿͆ę̷̠̻̗̹̩̏͋̈́̑̋̈̎ͅê̶̠͈̗̮̎́̿̎͝?̶̬̣̟͈͉̫̄̉͐͐́͜͝ ̵̥͓͍͇̖͑̾͆͝Y̵̬͐̀̆̐̏ó̵̪̜̟͈̹̮̠̬͈͇̈́̽̌́̀̈́͐͘͝u̶͑̆͂͋̽͗̚͝͝ͅr̶̡̢̡̩͈̻͉͕̖̂ ̶̝͙̐̍̋H̸̡̝̣͊̅̒͌̓Ǒ̸̰̤̙͐̀̈́͑̐́̔͠M̶̠̫͓̅͒̈́̈́̈́͆̏̚͝È̸̙̺̞̹.̸̡̙̳̦̝͓̱̘̾͆͊͂͋̉͆̀͐͠ͅ"̷̪͉̋̍

"̴̧̛̘̖̑̀̐̈́̈̕͠P̸̧̟͚̞͙̱̣͆͌̉̉̃͆̌ļ̵̫̠̠̹̬̅̐̋̉͜e̷̖̘̋̔̊͋̑̀̑̈́́͝ā̴͙̪͔̰̍͌s̷̯̹̜̘̫̲̗͙̈́̍̒̉̚͝͝͝è̸̟͕̺͋̈́̾̇͗̔!̶̛̛͉̠̹͖̻̲̜̎̏́́͒̒̀͘͜.̷̜̟̬̺̗͇̯͚͌͛͝.̴̡̤̟͕̤̌.̶̨̙̹̙̽.̴̧̏͂̄̈̕͝.̶̻͇̓̐͗̑͘͘"̸̳̹͍͎̐̂̋̾̋͝

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I jolted awake to my alarm clock, thankful that it wasn't the nightmare that woke me. One of the many reasons why I enjoyed going to work.

I jumped out of bed, still feeling tired from waking up earlier, but got dressed. For my work uniform, I only had to wear a certain shirt, which was a orange T-shirt, with purple words that read, " Dunk ń Donuts Café." For the rest, I could wear whatever, as long as it was appropriate. Which was fine by me!  With my uniform shirt, I decided to wear blue skinny jeans, sneakers, and a gray hoodie. 

Once dressed, I started doing my hair. I did the usual; high bun with a couple of  threads of hair falling out of it. I never was a fan of makeup, but I glossed my lips from time to time, which I decided to do today. I put on my blue glasses, grabbed my keys, phone and earbuds, and headed out.

I don't own a car, even though I'm 23 years old. I hate driving, so I walk every day to work. I like walking. It helps me think. From my apartment to work, it's about a mile walk, but like I said, I don't mind.

If you didn't catch it yet, my name is Parker.

When you first meet me, I seem like a normal person. I've loved music for a long time, and have a talent of singing. I also love drawing a lot, which explains why I have over 12 sketchbooks full of drawings. I adore children, and use to work as a part time nanny, but I thought I should take a break from that for a while. The outdoors is my favorite pass time, 'cause taking a good, long walk helps clear your mind.

But........ I'm nowhere near close to normal.

Like I said, that word has lost it's meaning years ago, and I don't think it will ever have meaning again. 

7 years old..... I was 7 years old when my life went to hell.

When one by one, my friends started going missing at Fazbear's. When I went missing as well, and found a week later, they found me covered in my best friend's blood. When I was traumatized by what I've seen, but never had the courage to tell anyone what happened, not even now. When he entered my life, and ripped away my childhood from me.

I tried not to think about that. I tried not to think about my past, my friends, him, everything involving that place.

But it's hard.

I'm walking down a familiar sidewalk, which is almost crowded with people. I put in my earbuds, and start listening to some tunes. Music helps me stay focused, helps me think. 

All I could think about was the past.

All my life, people have been telling me to not focus on the past, but to focus on the future. Well, fuck all of them, because they don't know what really happened that day at Freddy's. 

They don't know my pain.

They don't know my fear.

They don't know h̶̨̢͔̳̙̣͈̺͚͐̐͌͊͘ĭ̵̧̼̘̦̳͎͎͒̚͘͠͝m̵͎͈̻͓̹̎̈́͂̀̐̃͐͜.̵̧͇͈̊͊͝

I shook my head. No need to get angry before you make it to work. Luckily, the music was calming me down a bit, so I relaxed, and kept walking. 

I felt something push at my back, and I froze in my tracks.

My heart stopped. I went pale. I knew what was at my back, even though I didn't need to see it.

It was a gun point.

Then, before I thought my day couldn't get any worse, I hear someone whisper in my ear...

"Did you miss me?"