"WHO IS SHE!?"
This is the first thing you hear when you wake up.
"Mr. Afton, please don't be angry!"
"DON'T BE ANGRY?HOW COULD I NOT BE ANGRY!"
"S-S-S-Sir, please-"
"It was Foxy's fault!"
"Wh-...I-"
BANG
You get up, socks sliding on the floor, and you follow the noise to the Ballora Gallery.
When you get there, you see a man in a dark purple suit with slicked back hair, arguing with frightened animatronics. Foxy sees you and shakes his head, gesturing to the door behind you.
You shake your own head in response and step foreward, coming into the light.
"Who the hell are you?" You ask, a hint of aggression in your voice.
Foxy silently facepalms, but backs away into the shadows with the rest of the group.
The man looks at you with bright purple eyes, madness inside of his pupils.
"I, am Mr. Afton little girl. And who are you?" His voice is slick and venomous, like a snake hissing into your ear while it wraps itself around your body, greedily consuming your life.
You shudder.
"I am Y/N, I'm the tech."
He frowns and cocks an eyebrow.
"If you're the tech then why are you living down here?"
"I needed a place to stay." You say with a shrug.
He narrows his beady eyes and grins an almost grinch-like grin, wringing his hands together.
"Fine." He says as he straightens his posture and runs a hand over his already slick hair.
"You can stay....just not with the children."
What?? "Children"? Is this guy crazy?.....probably.
"Okayyy....then where am I staying?"
That grin comes back, it's creppy....like he's planning something...
"Our scooping room~"
"NO-"
_-_-_-_-_
That was horrible.
It was absolutely horrifying.
...your friends had been....
They're gone now.
And Afton....he had dissapeared.
All of them, Ballora, Baby, Freddy, Bon-Bon....Foxy..each of them had been shoved in front of the scoop, and now they were in pieces on the floor.
And he laughed.
He laughed as his creations were torn to shreds...as all his work fell down the drain.
And he didn't care.
. . .
You had gone to the elevator, your luggage at your side, ready to say a final goodbye to this place.
You pressed the button to open the doors, but all you heard was a small explosion, and saw some smoke creeping in from underneath.
Great. You thought. I'm stuck here..
You got your pillow from your luggage and lay down on the floor, tears in your eyes, your mind and body overwhelmed with recent events.
In the midst of your breakdown, you find yourself wishing a certain someone was here...
But he's gone. And you're never going to get him back.
