Dayshift At Freddy's Oneshots!

Peter

"When You Stand By Yourself, You Seem Like The Loneliest Creature In The World."

(I used Faith instead of Jack. Sorry.)

Scott shook his head. Why do I recognize Claire?

She had said she had worked in the old Colorado location, but he didn't recognize her from there.

And then she had said she worked at Fredbear's, as a technician. He had known someone who had been a technician there, then she had switched to a nightguard. He remembered them being close, and then something so earth-shattering happened between the two of them that they never spoke to each other again.

But he couldn't. Remember. What. Happened. And it was pissing him off.

Sometimes Scott would have flashbacks. At least, he assumed they were flashbacks. They were typically small scenes between a small boy with Caroline's hair. He didn't know who Caroline was. Or they would be of a girl with red hair and green eyes, with a long red scarf trailing behind her that Peter remembered being of some importance. Her scarf meant something to him, at some point. He would wrap the rest of her scarf around her neck, almost burying her face, calling her something he couldn't remember, some variation of her name that she only let him and his sister call her. He knew all of these small things, about the woman who seemed so much like Claire and Caroline and the scarfed girl and the little boy, but he didn't know who they were, or how he knew them, or how they related to Claire. He remembered who he thought she was.

But he didn't know her name.