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Let's say somebody gave me a deadline for March 24 Sunday. Anyways since I'm nocturnal I'm doing this 2 in the morning.

Pov Springtrap
Foxy. That name. I-it's so familiar yet strange. A name that I am 100 percent sure I've heard when I was younger. Why can't I remember. Wait. FOXY IS THAT KID. My best friend from kindergarten. What is going on. Why is this happening to me. My brother is in jail. The person I hate the most was one of my best friend that I tried so hard to come in contact with in elementary. The gang made me shot someone who turned out to be my best fri-neon-friend. WHY THE HELL DOES THIS ONLY HAPPEN TO ME. MY FRIENDS ARE GONE. MY BROTHER IS LOCKED UP AND A GANG WANTS ME TO DO THINGS. WHY. Why why can't I be left alone why can't I just be left alone. Why do I have to suffer so much. What does the world want. WHY CANT I HAVE MY FAMILY INNONE PEACE! *sniff* Fricken emotions. The only two options left. Build bonds with gangs or try and rebuild, apologizes, and hope I can be friends with people I called best friends. Mom, dad. I miss you guys.

Foxy pov.
From the get go Springtrap looked familiar. I figured it out a few weeks after I started school. What happened to the kid who would get grass stains on brand new jeans. To the kid who would fight anyone In rock paper shoes. Whatever happened it must have been similar to what happened to me but worst. I want to help him but I don't know how to help him in anyway. It's sad I can't help a best friend from elementary. Maybe he might change. Maybe all I can do is hope.

TADA CHAPTER DONE.
TILL NEXT TIME SEE YA.


























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