¤ Freddy's POV ¤
I don't even have to describe how we single-handedly went into war, like literally. I can't even tell if we're even students, or soldiers. Such a waste.
When Coach blew the whistle, instead of it being organized (where in we have to fall in line beside the ball cart and it's a one-on-one with whoever is in front of you from the second line across) which is what is supposed to happen, everyone got their own ball and started throwing at whoever was in front of them.
Legit nightmare. It's like there's a "Big Sale in a mall" scene where the girls actually kill others so they can get 70% off girly stuff to get themselves pimples and really stupid short dresses for some reason.
And for me the least, I tried to dodge every ball that wasn't really directed at me, but is coming at my direction. Surprisingly, the ones that did got hit by a ball sat down the far corner of the gym, watching the others continue. Heck even Coach just watched us in this ruckus, with a smirk on his face the whole time. When someone gets hit by a ball, he just let that be despite the informality of this.
When I was dodging the balls, I never really noticed that matchstick anywhere, for the whole duration of the war. Was she already out or-
"FRED LOOK OUT!" Ennard suddenly shouted at me, as I got a glimpse of a ball going to my direction. I tried minding it, but Ennard beat me to it by pushing me aside so I can avoid the ball from hitting me.
But it doesn't mean that he was safe from that ball hitting him on the side of his shoulder lightly.
"ENNARD NOOOO!!"
"Ennard's a hero!"
"He's Lightning McQueen y'all!"
And some other shouts coming from the other students in the class started to acknowledge Ennard, while helping me up on my feet. The war suddenly stopped, as in everything became silent.
Did I win already? But if I already did, then who threw the ball at me in the first place? When I turned my head to see across who was the one who did, I regretted even looking in the first place.
"Oh man. Almost had him Ennard! But that's fine, at the very least it's not my bro who I'm going against with," She said with a smug smile, as I see Ennard look at her direction with a small smile while giving her a playful salute while retrieving with the bunch of people in the class who are now watching the biggest throw-down on the first day of school.
It's either me- Freddy Fazbear, a guy who just escaped a heartbreak and is just recovering from it all whilst showing a cool facade in front of a crowd,
Or that dreaded matchstick with the name Baby- who is undeniably judgmental and has no idea who she's talking to most of the time, and the one who literally punched me on the gut even though it's the first second that she'll be seeing me in person. She doesn't even know me for more than a day!
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Sweeter Than Fiction (Freddy x Baby) || DISCONTINUED ||
FanfictionNOTE: Better read this book in "Paging Mode" ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ Freddy rolls his eyes annoyingly at Baby, as she shook her head with a disapproving look on her face. Chica looked at the...