They Are My Friends 3; FNAF

Chapter 36. Out Of Order

Your POV

Okay, this is not cool.

I get up from the couch and leave the crowded area, quickly running upstairs. Reaching my quiet, peaceful room, I sigh frustrated and close the door behind me. This is exactly what I need. No animatronic or human-sorry Hana- around me. Just me.

I walk over to my bed and plop down on it, holding my head in my hands. I can not handle this. I really, really can't. All the animatronics can't even fit in my living room! This is nonsense...but of course, we have no other option..
My head snaps up when my door creaks open. Hana and Freddy slowly peek inside and I just look at them, not saying anything. Neither do they.

"Are you guys coming inside or what?"

"Oh." They instantly reply, stepping inside. I chuckle softly and lie back on my bed. Hana gently sits on the edge of the bed while Freddy closes the door. "Are you okay?" The girl asks, turning her head to me. I nod slowly, looking at the ceiling for a few seconds before making eye contact with her. "I guess. It's just...you know. This house ain't THAT big." "It's crowded." Freddy says, sitting down on the chair in front of us. "Yuh." I answer. "Exactly that." Hana nods and sighs, scratching her elbow. "I don't know where else we should-" "Oh, hold on! Don't get me wrong. I am obviously not mad that you guys are here! I mean, exactly what you said, where else do we need to go?" "Right." Freddy nods. "By the way, I knew how you meant it, dummy." Hana adds, chuckling when she gently hits my foot. "Hey! Don't come for me! I was just making sure before y'all expected me to kick you all out of my house! I mean, I'd only do that if you would get on my last nerve." I joke and wink. "Starting with Freddy." The bear snorts shortly and shifts his gaze over to me. "Oh, really? I feel threatened." "Well, I mean, you should be." Hana playfully rolls her eyes and rests her head back on the pillow. "Now that I think about it, have you been in contact with Scott?" She asks. The smile disappears from my face, feeling my pockets for my phone, but they're empty. "Fuck.. " I mutter under my breath, standing up from the bed, now touching every piece of my clothing. "Fuck!" I repeat, then holding my hands against my head.
My phone, my phone, my phone!!
Freddy gets up from the chair when seeing my desperate position and looks around the room. "On the bed? Downstairs?" He asks. Hana starts to look around on the bed and moves the sheets and pillow, but shakes her head. "Nothing here." I then get on my knees and search under the bed, but see absolutely nothing. "Oh, shit...I'm so fucked..so fucked.." I sigh heavily, then walk out the room and run downstairs, bursting inside the living room. "Has anyone seen my phone!!!???" I exclaim, trying to overpower the noise all the animatronics make. A few of them get up and look on the couch, while others just shake their head. "Fuck fuck fuck..if it is burned in that place.." I mumble, moving to the kitchen and look around.
Nothing.

I glance over at the clock and shake my head.
10 pm. Too late to go outside, but I have no choice.

"I have to go back to-..." I trail off completely when I see something move in the backyard, my heart skipping a beat. All the animatronics become completely silent, but Goldie speaks up. "(Y/n)?" He asks, standing up. "I saw something move." I answer. "In my backyard. I'm not kidding." Golden raises his eyebrow and looks outside. "Where?" "I don't know." I say, grabbing my key and open the door of the backyard. Goldie quickly steps outside as well in case something is wrong. He follows me closely behind and we both look at our left when we hear a noise coming from the bushes.

I look at Goldie and he nods. We slowly walk over to the bushes and the bear carefully lifts his leg, moving it to the bushes. He touches it for a few seconds, before a loud noise comes from it. We both jump up in shock and back away, before seeing a big bird that jumps from the bushes and flies away. Goldie and I look at each other and laugh.

Scott's POV

Where the hell is she!? I call her phone for the tenth time already while tears run down my cheeks. She can't just be gone like that! Why is she not calling me back!? I listen to the phone ring and curse when the voicemail starts immediately. I sigh heavily and sit down on the couch, my head in my hands. 

I shouldn't have given her so much space. She's like a daughter to me...I should have tried to at least take her home more often. What was I thinking? Leave her alone in her room at the pizzeria for all this time? With no one to talk to?
I have to set better rules. But it might be too late.

While more tears stream down my face, I pick up the phone again and try to call her once again.

Freddy's POV

"Are you sure your phone ain't around here somewhere?" I ask my girlfriend, looking at her. She's in full panic mode and continuesly walks around. "I don't know, Freddy! I really thought I took it here! I thought it was in my pocket this entire time! But I may have accidentally dropped it when we were in the pizzeria!" She explains, sighing frustrated. "Damn! I'm so so fucked! I can't phone Scott now! And no, I do not know his phone number." "There's not a chance you have it written down here somewhere?" "No. I'm certain." She replies, sighing again. I join her and try to come up with a solution. "I really don't know what to do!" (Y/n) says, sitting down again on her bed, freaking out. "Scott will be worried sick! I don't know where he lives! I have only been to his house two times! And it's not exactly nearby. Freddy, what do I have to do now? I'm certain he's not at the pizzeria." She starts to cry and I walk over to her, lifting her up and put her down on my lap.  "Sshhhhh...we'll come with a solution. I'm sure of it." She starts to cry even more and I try to comfort her the best I can, by slowly rubbing her back and keep my voice low. "It's also just...so crowded.." "I know." I whisper, kissing her head. "I know, sweetie. It freaks you out, I know it does." I gently lift her chin and look in her eyes. "Try to cope with the anxiety, okay? I am so, so proud of you already." A small smile appears on her face and I kiss her cheek. "That's what I like to see." She smiles wider and hugs my neck. "I didn't mean to break down like that." "Don't ever apologize for something like that. We're all sensitive, it's okay." (Y/n) wipes her tears and hugs me tighter, closing her eyes. "Go to sleep, (y/n). There is nothing you can do now anyway. I will look for your phone while you rest." "Freddy, you don't have to-" "(Y/n). It's fine. I'm not even tired anyway and you're starting to look like a zombie." She laughs and playfully hits my shoulder. I chuckle and kiss her, before then tucking her in. "Goodnight, I will join you later." "Do you have permission to join? I mean, it is my bed." I slowly turn aroud and change my eyes completely black, my white pupils staring at her. "What was that?" I ask. (Y/n) ducks under the sheets and hides away, giggling. "Nothing!!" I snicker and blink, my eyes switching back to their original state. I ruffle her hair and kiss her head. "I love you so much." "I love you too." She replies, bringing the sheets down from her head. "Sleep well. And try not to worry too much about Scott. I know it's hard, but there's nothing we can do now unless I find your phone. If I don't, we can go back to the pizzeria tomorrow, hoping to catch him there." I suggest. She nods. "Well...we can't really call it 'the pizzeria' anymore...there's not much left..." I sigh and nod. "Yeah, you're right.....try not to worry, (y/n). It will be fine." I hope to reassure her and blow her a kiss. "I'll try. Bye, Freddy. Sleep well. And thank you so much." She says, smiling. I wink at her and stand in the door opening. "Don't thank me. If the anxiety gets worse or you just need me, I'm downstairs." She nods. "That's fine." I smile and wave at her, before then softly closing the door.

Okay....now where is that goddamn phone?