(Completed (mainly) The DSAF'S Book Of Randomness 2

How To Save A Corpse

AN- This is like a test. I wanted to make a book on this, but I first wanted to see if people enjoyed it. It will not contain Topaz and Vincent, and will have many Ocs made up for it. Well, not that many, probably 5 at the most. Actually, that is a lot. Anyway, please let me know if you would want me to make this a book!

Dave opened his eyes, the bright light blinding him for a bit. He yawned and slowly opened his eyes. All he could see was the ceiling above him, a nice purplish white. He sat up and stretched, looking to his side. Of course BlackJack was there, per usual. He pet his purple fur, making him let out noises of content. Dave smiled and got up, heading over to his closet.

He grabbed a purple long sleeved open shirt along with a black T-shirt.

That's when he noticed it. An orange jacket with the words "Partners In Crime, but I'm the smart one." in a white font was hanging near the back, along with a purple jacket that said "I guess I'm the dumb partner!" He smiled, but felt tears try to escape from his eyes. He shook his head.

He was gone, and there was nothing there was that he could do about it.

He sighed and took a shower, allowing the warm water to get rid of the bittersweet memories. Once he stepped out he semi brushed his hair, just to make sure it wasn't all over the place, changed, and put on some cologne.

Once he was satisfied on how he looked, he walked into the kitchen, filling up BlackJack's food bowl and making himself some toast. Soon enough the doggo came down the stairs and began to eat, Dave brewing a nice cup of coffee.

Once he was finished with his breakfast, he attached a leash to BlackJack, although he probably didn't have to, and walked to the Kennedy residence.

He waved at the people passing, still somewhat perplexed that they had warmed up to an exmurder so fast. Once he got there he rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for someone to answer. A woman in her 40's named Paris answered.

She had light brown hair and Hazel eyes. She was wearing a salmon button up shirt with a pink skirt and pink high heels. "William, it is so nice to see you again! You must be here for Dee and Peter, please do come in!"

She moves out of the way to let him in, closing the door when he enters.

The house was two stories and a rather nice place, it looked a bit like Peter's old house. "Oh by the way, Steven, Roger, Jake, Harry, and Matt are upstairs with him. Just thought I'd let you know!" "Thank you Mrs. Kennedy."

On the couch reading the newspaper laid a man in his 50's. He had light brown hair as well, but darker than Paris' and brown eyes. He was wearing a suit with a lime green tie, khakis, and black dress shoes.

His name was Dan. He noticed Dave and gave a big smile. "Hello William! It's nice to see you again!" "Likewise Mr. Kennedy." He chuckles. "I've already told you, call me Dan!" Dave smiles. "Sorry, it feels improper to do so."

Dan rolls his eyes. "Proper, we are far from proper here. Go hang out with Peter, have fun!" "Thank you, I will." Dave walks up the stairs into a large looking room. There was a tv with a huge couch in front with it, along with a console and a lot of controllers, a pool table, a mini bar, and an aquarium.

Everyone was over at the TV, playing Monopoly. Half of them were sobbing, while the other were flaunting their Monopoly money. Unless it was Roger, he was perfectly content with having just one property and choosing the one no one lands on so it wouldn't upset anybody. (Innocent Bean)

Dave rolled his eyes. They were all so extra. "Am I just gonna sit here watching you all eventually lose or can I join in?" Everyone turned to him, giving him various greetings.

"Yeah, I think we've played Monopoly for long enough. We'll have you join in for UNO." Dave nods and walks over, catching up with them while Peter shuffled the cards. The next 2 hours were filled with sobbing, victories, and brutal betrayals. They might as well have been playing war. Next they played battleship and Smash Bros, switching with whoever won. And so many other games that it was 9 whenever they finished. As everyone left Peter asked Dave to stay. "What is it Petes?"

"Ok, one don't ever call me that, and two… are you ok? I mean, with the whole Jack thing. I'm sorry for bringing it up, it's just… Whenever I see you looking at orange it's like you almost break. And I don't want you to, never be able to let go. It's been… maybe a decade since that whole fiasco. I just want to make sure you aren't going to be stuck in the past for the rest of your life." Dave felt his heart stop, and ache with pure sorrow at the thought of Jack. "I'm honestly fine, it's just some memories that will go away at some point." BlackJack goes between his legs, looking up at Dave.

It was obvious he could tell he was lying. "Ok Dave, just wanted to make sure. Well, I'll let you go. See ya!" "Bye Petes!" Peter groans and mutters a damn you eggplant under his breath. Dave snickers while walking out.

He says goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy, attached BlackJack's leash, and began to walk home. He knew he would miss Jack, but he didn't think it would be this much. He couldn't stop thinking about him and dreaming about being together. He wanted him, so so SO badly. No, he needed him.

It was like a void that could never be filled without him. It hurt worse than Henry's words. ...Was it his fault that he wasn't here with them?

Sure, Henry did manipulate him, but was it just as easy as he said?

Could he had noticed it, he was just to dumb? BlackJack whimpered, bringing him out of his thoughts. He looked down to see him rubbing his leg, obviously not enjoying which way his thoughts were going. Dave smiled sadly, petting the Doggos fur. He could at least make him feel a little better.

He focused on other things and continued walking. Once he stepped inside, he locked the door (nervous habit), unclipped the leash from his collar, and walked into his bedroom. He flopped down on his bed, too tired, both mentally and physically, to take off his clothes and change into something more comfortable. He clutched the orange fabric to his heart, beginning to sob. BlackJack whimpered, but just stayed by his bedside instead of getting on the bed. It was obvious Dave wanted to sort things on his own. How he wished he could make his owner happy! But, there was nothing he could do. Dave couldn't leave the AfterLife now, and Jack couldn't come here.

He put his head in his paws, noticing that his owner had cried himself to sleep. That's when he realized there may be a way to help. He'd have to ask Fredbear about it, but it was their best bet. He opened a portal, looking at the sad purple man one more time. He would try and fix this. Screw if he was a murderer. He was forced into that, and didn't want to hurt people.

After all these two had been through, they deserved happiness. And he would do his damn hardest to give that to them. 

AN- Welp, it's late. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!