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

𝓕𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓘𝓷 𝓞𝓭𝓭 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓼

"̶̢̯̇͑̎̾͌̉̀͜͝S̶̨̞͒͐͊̂̈̓ḩ̴̩̈́̚͠h̸̟̩̽̐̈́͌̀̒̃͝h̴̡͖̖̹̦̬͓̾ͅḩ̵̧̢̭̫̲̖͈̃̂̑ͅh̵͙̰͖̱̔͋ͅh̴͈̯͇̙̎̌̈̄͊͗̌̕͠!̷̛̩̞͒͑͑͆̋̅͒̑͋ ̶̧͙̥̮͇̏̃̽̍̃͒̽̑̑̑T̷̘̠̹̱͔̯̜͉̘͌̑̒h̷͎̟̼̜̲̀͜ͅͅȩ̶̘̩̭́ŗ̸̫̜͍͉̗̦̗́̏̓͘͜è̴͓̜̮̣͕̉̿͑͂̍̕'̵̝̮̮͖͍͗̈́͋̂̃̿͂͝s̷̢͆ ̷̛̲̈̑̈́̈̎̿́͝n̸̩̫̭͍̞̳̥̲͆͂́́̌̒̽̕o̵̡̜̝̣̗͓̹̫̐̋ͅ ̸̖̼̌͒͂̈́̈͗̈́̓̊n̵̳̥͎̮̳̦̤̩̥̉ȩ̸̢͖̭̘̱̬̪̥̬̒͒̔̋͗̄̂̔̚ẽ̸̮̣̬̱̦̗̫̹͑͂̔͐d̴͓̉̈́ ̷̭̘̟͓̦̼͈̊̈́͌̈́͗͊̀͜ţ̴̧̨̫̘̞̺͉͎͑̂̂͒̉̾͊̇̓̒ọ̵̧̢̦̯̱̳̽̎̊͛̇͗̌̕͠͠ ̴̧̧̻̥͉̬̳̾̈́͂̿͆̌̾̚c̶̨͈̦̞̖̫͕͇͎̔͜ṙ̸̨̼̙̺̻̀͑̀͆̐̔̊̕͠y̶̡̻̜̬̬̫͛͆́̄̿̚͜͜͝,̴̡̡͈͈͌̇ ̸͍͖̇̊̈͠l̵̨͕͎̜̞̓̾̈́͐̊̓͋͘͝į̶̲͈͔͕͖̦͚̗̀͐̒̍̄̀͝͠t̸̝̱͖̖̻͊́͊̽͆̐̽͘ţ̵̻͖̘̓͑͐̈́̂͗̀̎͆͝l̶̞̩̱͗͊̑̏ȩ̴̧͖̳͖̲̞̑͆̒̊̆̑̔͠ ̶̤̝̦͕͛̄̽̔̈́͆̾́o̴̗̲̰̲͑ͅn̸̫̯̰̳̤̈́̂̄̿̈́̕͠ę̶̡̫̦̟̃̉.̸͎́̒̚"̸̞͈͈̰̽̾̐̋̊͗̾̆̉͝

"̶͔̟̺̞̘͇̿͐͛̅͑̐̇̚͠N̸̢̛̦̜͈̜̄̈́̌̓͂̃̍͝͠ö̴̬̗̰́͊́!̵̼̗̮̉͌̌̐͋̇̏́͒͘ ̸̹̦̻̠̲̲̯̱̒̽́̚P̶̨̪̻̩̘̣̭̪͊͗̚l̸̛̫̈́̈ę̷̭̰̹͎̟͕̠̣̗͐̏̂̈́̾̆͊͘͝a̸̠̦͔͕͓̟̭͎̗̓̄̈́̓̎̅͌͋͘͜͝s̶̤̔̔̂̀̈͝͝ë̷̫̜̹̜̝͖͍̦̱̳́!̶̫̭̙̩̮̖͈̑"̵̧̧̧̩͈̋̒̀̓̉͘

"̴̧̼͎̜̭͓̦̳̯̏̓̊̿̔̈͌Ȉ̵̢̧̜̼̰̋̓̀̐̔̃̉̑͑͜ṯ̶̼͍̑̅̈͠'̵̡͖̯͉̓̉̈́͘l̶̫̗̜̞̼̰̙̙̱͂͋͜l̵̮̳̙͇͚̖͌͋͆̋́͗ ̷͇̺̹̖̻̹̻͇͖͆͛ǫ̵̢̲̥̯͙̯͎̾̅̒̒̚n̴̦͍͚̟̽̋̂͋ḽ̴̨̲̪̝̙͐̏͒̐͒̓͝y̴̺͕̻̝̽̌̒̌ͅ ̸̨̖͓̪̑͗̍͝͠ͅh̸͖̄͊̄͋̀͝u̴̞̗̻͊̋͆r̵̨̨̞͖͕̲̉̕̚t̵͖̰̭̮̹̫̪͖́̈́́ͅ ̶̛͙́͋͌̃̔̍͠f̴̱͙͚͙͙͇̞̠̟͛̾̐̐̚ớ̷̥̮̽̇̓̽r̵̛̫̩̒̃͗̔̀̊̍̌͘ ̷̥͚̼͔̮̗̠͕͗́̂̈̈́͝a̶̢̲̾̓̆̓̋̅̀̂͆̕ ̸̢̨̬̃͒͗̾̅̌ḿ̴̯̻͓̪̥̆̒͗̎̍́ô̸̡͔͙̹͙̲̱̽̒͜ṁ̷̱͊͑̓̐̈́͗ë̸͈̰́͛̑́͐ṇ̴̢̫͚̦̮͖͕̃͊͒͛̽̌̀͑̄̇t̸͎͇͚̭̺͎̩̩̀̊̑͋̎́̕,̶̺̾̀ ̷̢̨̥͖̯͖̏̈̊I̸̡͎͔̮̭̲͚͒̀̀̿͌̚̕͘͝ ̴̡̨̝̼̼͔͔̲̱̥̉͒p̴̪̳̣̝̘͐͂̀̅̆̇̏̈́̚͝r̴̬͈̞̞̩̺͛͗́͝͝ò̷̱m̶̢̯̪̤̂̈́̓͐͛͗̄́̓̎i̶͉͊̽͆s̸͖̩͓̹͑̚͜͝ę̴͎̌̄͝!̸̰͉̝̰̜̺͍̟͔̮̏̂̆͋̕ ̵̨̡̮̺̺̺̩̾̉̈́̋͛͠͝T̷̩̟̓̈́̆̉h̷̛̖͓̩̠͉͊̒̇̓̐͆́̀̕e̴͕̯̹̠̺͉̓͒͂̍͂̋n̸̼̅͊̒ ̶̨̯̼̥͎̉̾͐w̶̬̏͂̉̑̿͂̍͑ḛ̶͍̜̱͈̯̘͛̆̑͒̓̿̉̑̑͝'̸̗͆̏͐͝ļ̵̡̘̫̰͈̋͜l̶̡̦̜̭̭̀̒͝͠ ̶̲͓̗͍̗̦̎̑̈́̑̋̓̿̽b̴̹̟̻͙͚̦͌́̈̓̒̋̈́̕ͅe̴͉͇͚̍̓̉̈́̂̽͜͝ ̶̻̪̈̓̈́̃͋̃t̶̢͉̩̠̺̯̝͒͗̾̈̔̑ǫ̵̛̱̝̙̣͕̯̖̉̍͛͋͋̇̃́g̵̬̟͕̫̳̐ͅë̸̢͇́̀͌̍̒͛̽t̵͚̳̾́̓̒̏ͅḧ̴͇̣̭́̂̊̏̈́̏̊ẽ̴̪̋̉͛̒̈́r̴͈̩̙̫̙̅̂̒̿͊̇͊͑̏͝.̶͚̤̹̬̲̣̈́̊̈̊̆́̏̾́̄.̷̛̬̮̯̰͎̰̅̐͘.̴͍̙̟̯̪̘̺͆͐́͐̄̔̑̊͝"̴͉͉̻̻̗̟̠̰̍͗͛ͅ

"̶̱̘̳̮͓̠̺͍̲͛̔̄́ͅN̶̝̭̗͙̣̉͋͜o̸͓͉͈̊̈́̀̽̀̈̀̚͠.̷̢̡̖̳͈̬̖͐͑̔̅̔̑̾̋̂.̸̰̘͚͍̞͍̗͒̐́̔̐͌̒.̸̢̼̱͖̖̫͈̹̥̿.̴͓̣͚̥̯͐͒͊̌̿̀"̸͍̙̮̠̉̓̄̇̅̊

"̷̛͉͔̏̍̌̑̌̅͗̃F̸̛̛̤͉͎̞̀̌̑͐̀̽̔̉ͅO̴͇͔̣̮̤̗̮͖̅Ṛ̵̦̙̪͙̆̈͆͜Ė̶̝̼͈̭̤̳̞͖̌̿̋̍͑̓̋̎͠Ṿ̵̨̧̛̰̳̹̦̪̰͚̅̕E̷̝̰̖̣̊͊̊̓̄͌͝R̷̠̤̪̖͙̮͍̠̼̒̈͗̓͠ͅ.̵̧͇̬̝̼̙̈̀"̷̲̥̖͕͖̦̌́̀̐͌͌̀̕͝

I twisted around to face the gunned man, and punched him. He stumbled to the ground, holding his nose that began to bleed. I was ready to run, when the man said, "Ow! What the hell, Parker?!"

It took me a moment to realize what was going on.

The man on the ground was my jester-like friend, Peter Wiseton. He was a year older than me, and had dirty blond hair, and sea green eyes. He was cute, but he's more of a friend to me. He was a few inches taller than me, and always wore something colorful. He also liked playing dangerous-looking pranks on me and his friends, even though the pranks ended up completely harmless. His deadly-looking pranks is the main reason we nicknamed him Pennywise, that and his name sounds like Pennywise if you think about it.

Just like this prank, it was completely harmless. Turns out he was holding a water gun at my back, and was planning on spraying me in the face with it. His clothing choice of the day was a tie dye shirt with a purple hoodie, blue jeans, and yellow sneakers. The water gun layed at his side, drops of blood from his nose on it.

I forced myself to laugh, even though I was still terrified. "Gotcha!" I told him, with a fake grin on my face. I held out my hand to him, offering him up.

He started laughing as well, and took my hand. Once standing, he let go of my hand, and said, "You didn't have to punch me that hard, did you?" His nose was still bleeding, but he was smiling.

I smiled, knowing it was a real smile on my face, and responded, "Serves you right for sneaking up on me. You know I hate people sneaking up on me like that,"

"And your still not gonna tell me why you hate it, are you?" He asked.

"Nope!" I responded, feeling fear creep up on me again, but I didn't show my fear. That would just get him more curious. Like I said, no one knew the truth....

We started walking again, heading to my job. Peter didn't work there, but he came there every morning until I was on break, or until my shift ended. We were a block away, when Peter asked, "Hey, Parker. Turn around for a moment,"

I shouldn't have listened, because a soon as I did, he sprayed me in the face with the water gun he still had.

"Hey!" I shouted at him, smiling. He started laughing again. "Pennywise has done it again!" He said, and continued laughing. I glared at him, still grinning. "Oh, your gonna pay for that!"

"Not if you can't catch me!" Before I knew it, he started running up ahead.

"Get back here, you clown!" I shouted at him.

I chased after him, both of us laughing and running. Soon, we reached my work, Dunk ń Donuts Café, and it was that moment were Peter chose to stop to take a breather.

I chose this moment to sneak up on him, and jumped on him.

"Aaaaaah what the-" he screamed.

"Revenge!" I shouted at him, smiling.

We were both on the ground. I was on top of him, and he was under me. He was smiling, and I noticed a bit of blush on his cheeks. "How many times are you gonna knock me to the ground today?" He asked. "Until I've had enough fun watching you fall," I responded.

We started laughing, and didn't stop until I realized I could've been late. I got off of Peter, and for the second time, offered him my hand. He took it, but didn't let go yet.

He was still blushing a bit, and smiling like crazy. "You know I'm gonna get you back for this, right?"

I smiled. "Over my dead body,"

He let go of my hand, and we headed inside the Café.

The rest of the day went on like a blur, but I didn't care. My day may have started off like shit, but in the end, my friend was always there to make me smile. I was grateful for having Peter, and for the rest of my amazing friends I did work with.

At 5:00 pm, I headed home, Peter joining me. He asked if he could spend the night, and I told him yes. I had a guest bed there, just in case someone wanted to spend the night.

As we walked into my apartment, I was glad I wasn't alone.

What could go wrong?