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

A Guard's Life Meets Inexperienced Writing Part 3

An- A Guard's Life belongs to Lucarioishere. Hope everyone's having a fun first day of Pride Month!

Warning
Small Panic Attack
A Few Self-Depricating Thoughts.

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Jack woke up, for the first time in who KNOWS how long with a full stomach, and not from nightmares. He was actually comfortable. He didn't feel like getting up, as he was actually warm.

But, then he smelled something. He yawned, stretching while being mindful of his wounds, and hugging the comfortable clothing to his chest.

Someone opened the door. It was Mike. "Hey. Morning Jack."

"G-Good morning Mike! U-Um, how did I g-get here?" Mike sighed.

"You had a nightmare last night. After I calmed you down and you passed out I let you take my bed." Jack was very surprised. "You... d-didn't have to do t-that. I'm o-ok with sleeping on less c-comfortable things..."

"So the fuck what if you are? I'd still give you some place comfortable. Oh yeah, PG brought over a wheelchair and some more clothes for you." He went into the hallway and grabbed a bag and the wheelchair, moving it over to his bed.

Jack felt like he was being spoiled. "T-This- you didn't h-have-"

"As I said, I don't give a fuck if I don't have to. I will." Jack smiled shyly.

"You can get dressed by yourself right?" Jack nods.

Mike gets up and closes the door. About 10 minutes later Jack rolls out in his new wheelchair. He was wearing some comfortable semi-formal clothing.

PG was over in the kitchen, cooking some bacon and eggs.

"U-Uh, morning." Jack said, wheeling over to the couch. "Morning Jack! Mike called me over to cook you both something, as well as bring you a few things."

Jack blushed lightly. Jeez... he hadn't been treated this well in a long long time.

About 10 minutes after he brought out three plates. They watched a show as they ate.

Jack was... actually calm. He was actually happy.

Eventually they drove back to the pizzaria. Dave, Old Sport, Jeremy and The Marionette were already there, waiting for them. "Sportsy!" Dave called out as they put Jack in his wheelchair.

He felt his heart soar at being called that nickname again.

He smiled, waving at the two. Old Sport decided not to be rude and wave back, although hearing Dave call someone else that both hurt and made him feel kind of mad.

They walked in. Marion kept a close eye on Jack as he talked to Jeremy, Dave being lectured by PG that he didn't want any bondongery in the establishment today.

It felt good to be back at Freddy's. But... having Marion stare at him, like he was going to do something bad... hurt. It hurt as he reminded him of his sister.

Dee had disappeared from The Marionette after he had freed the kid's in his brother's establishment. How did he get here? Where even is he? He was obviously in an Alternative Universe, but what was he supposed to do? Would the others believe him if he said that he had his own Dave? And if he did, how would they react?

He tried to not focus on that. He... wanted at least one more calm day. At least one day that made him happy.

'You KNOW you don't deserve it.' His inner voice yelled at him.