Or....that was what William was ATTEMPTING to say.
"WSHLOVE HSMEEE!" Springtrap garbled, drawing confused looks from both entities present.
Willow quickly grabbed a white, gallon jug from beneath his desk and threw it onto the rabbit. "BEGONE THOT!"
William, entirely confused and suddenly in pure, unbridled agony, screeched and retreated into the darkness.
"What was in that jug?" Chris asked, in awe at what he had witnessed.
Willow chuckled. "Premium grade pest repellant."
The two shared a hearty laugh together before falling silent.
For almost an hour, everything was silent as Willow pretended to do work while Chris floated around lazily, pretending to be a bird.
"So...what am I supposed to do exactly?" Willow asked, turning to the young ghost.
Chris beamed. "Well, you have to hold them all a wonderful birthday party! You get the supplies and food, I'll set everything up with my pal creepy puppet thing."
Willow nodded, trying to locate Springtrap on the cameras. "So....how am I supposed to bring the supplies inside without getting mauled by a 30-something-year-old corpse rabbit?"
Chris shrugged, his arms passing through the desk. "That's your problem."
Willow silently groaned, nodding off before whipping his head around and chucking a bottle of pest repellant into the vent opening behind him.
A loud, hoarse what seemed to be a cough erupted from the once-silent vent before large thumps were heard retreating in the opposite direction.
Willow returned to his slumped position once more, dozing off before being awoken once more by his alarm on his phone, which read 6 AM.
One night down, about a billion more to go.
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A Brother's Sorrow (adopted from @Eris345)
FanfictionSo anyway I adopted this story from @Eris345 who wrote the original story. Please check it out it was pretty good. I'm going to tweak it to fit more of a darker theme. Chris (the crying child) wakes up after a week in comatose to find that his older...
