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Author's Notes: Salutations fellow reader! I need to clarify a couple of things before you continue reading...
1. Just for the record, I DID try and attempt to write some smut in this chapter, but I just don't feel quite comfortable writing smut just yet... So, this chapter is smut free!
2. Just like the last two chapters, these next two chapters are going to be split up as well. Only reason is because this chapter is long (the current word count is literally 10,000 and I'm not even halfway finished), and I'd rather have two split up chapters than have one EXTREMELY long chapter and hopefully y'all feel the same!
3. DSAF is a very explicit game, don't get me wrong, but there are a couple of themes in this particular chapter(s) that can be triggering. If you get triggered by topics such as sex, self harm scars, and mental illnesses then these next chapters may not be right for you. Feel free to skip these chapters or proceed with caution.
Sorry for taking up so much time, just wanted to address a couple things first! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!
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[Jack's POV]
Fuck, last night was rough...
I woke up, feeling as exhausted as I did when I fell asleep. I was snuggled in the purple arms of my (boy)friend, who just recently finished having steamy sex with me. All my memories of last night we're crazy blurs, but yet I can remember every detail of it. Crazy, exciting, fun.
I looked up at him; he was sleeping soundly, even making little humming noises every once in a while. He looked so peaceful. Probably the most at peace he's ever been in a while. His arms were wrapped around my waist and he had me pulled into his chest. Almost like how a child pulls their stuffed animal to their chest as a storm rages outside. Like he was scared of losing me...
The thought sent chills down my spine, as I held him closer to me. Ever since last night, even when we finished it, I stayed up half the night pondering about what made Dave the way he is. Unresolved trama in the past? Unsafe living conditions? The lack of feeling or receiving love and compassion? He couldn't have just been born the way he is; a crazy mysterious purple colored child murder with a lack of self control, but possesses a fantastic knowledge of dank memes. He fascinates me, he always has.
Despite being as close to a person as you can get, I still feel like I know almost nothing about him. I know he was one of the original owners when Fredbear's Family Diner first opened. He seemed pretty pissed when it closed- probably what fueled the dream of shutting down Freddy Fazbender's whenever they bought out the company. In his defense, I'd be pretty pissed too if somebody took away my dream. Too bad I already know what that feels like.
Not to mention the awful scars that covered his body from head to toe. He had the same pair of scars that I have on my body, so it's a no brainer about what had happened to him. He was in a spring lock accident and, just like me, he was lucky enough to have survived it. I don't remember exactly how I made it out of that suit, but I'll tell you this, I remember every other minute of it.
As I closed my eyes to try to stop the rush of thoughts spiraling in my head, I felt Dave's body shift up against mine. He mumbled something and then moved his left arm up to his eyes. He rubbed them, and then glanced down at me. He automatically smiled, and looked away.
"Morning Sportsey!" He yawned. "Quite a night we had last night, aye?"
"It sure was," I said, pretending to yawn. "Definitely wouldn't mind doing it again."
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Partners (A DsaF FanFic)
Fanfic*Jack began sweeping the confetti covered groud beneath him. He already hated this job and it was only his first day. The loud kids, weird workers; especially the purple one you were introduced to today. While Jack was lost in his thoughts, he felt...
