The Girl Behind The Clown

New Best Friends

(Two years later)
"Elizabeth go back upstairs...she's not even active, I don't see why you're so invested in her..." Fredbear said. For the last two years I've been coming down here when I need to think...I've seen both Funtime foxy and Funtime Freddy, but my favorite is Baby. Sometimes she's activated and sometimes she's not, but either way she's amazing...
"Lolbit help me."
Lolbit was in the computer screen. I couldn't get her body to work so we tried to come up with a solution that would allow her to move. The main reason she decided to be in the computer system was so that she could move, and did I mention Lolbit finally decided on a gender.
"Elizabeth you have to go, the school bus is going to be here in twenty minutes." Lolbit told me. I groaned.
"Fiiiiiine" I got out of the desk chair and grabbed my school bag.
"You got your pencil's this time?" Lolbit asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes lolbit, I do." I say as I head for the air vent.
"Hey idiot, you have to put me in the bag." Fredbear ordered. I shoved him my bag.
"There, happy?" I asked sarcastically.
"Pencils!" Lolbit yelled. I turned to the desk and grabbed my pencils, and shoved my drawings between the desk and the wall.
"We all set guys? Any other last minute thoughts?" I asked. Fredbear was silent and lolbit shook her head. I nodded and crawled through the air vents, went up the elevator, opened the door and pushed the closet back in its place. It was actually a good distance away from the door, I think daddy comes down here too, and he didn't want one of us to push it back and trap him, though it would make more sense to just tell us there is a secret door and not make the password my birthday so that nobody has to worry about it.

(William's POV)

For two years Elizabeth has been going down to my office and looking at Circus Baby, and I know this because I found one of her favorite pencils and a drawing on my desk. I just left it there for her to find next time. Couple weeks go by and I here something slip...I look behind my desk and I find more drawings....she's started hiding them now. I decided to just tell Micheal not to go through the door in the basement, and being that he's been a little less bratty he actually listened instead of locking one of his siblings inside. Anyway, I leave enough space between the closet and the door so that she doesn't get stuck. I've just put some extra locks on the scooping room and the Funtime has a password that is not anyone's birthday, but instead the day I found out that Elizabeth had been sneaking into my office. When you run a restaurant you are under the responsibility of keeping track of days, however Elizabeth is eleven years old...and terrible with keeping track of dates....yeah I don't think she'll get into the scooping room, for her safety and....so she won't find anything she's not supposed to find...

(Elizabeth's POV)

I'm in sixth grade now! So naturally I have a locker!!!! This allows me to let Fredbear out of my really cramped backpack.
"Elizabeth we have to talk." Fredbear said sitting on a shelf. I shushed him.
"Not at school! I don't give a crap about my current reputation but I don't need people bullying me more than they already are!" I whispered. Fredbear sighed.
"You need to talk to people...me and lolbit are cool but... I think you need to have interaction with human children."  FredBear's advice was...nice but... I didn't really want to get to know people... I've been surrounded by so much death in my life...and...the last time I let people in my life I lost both of them in the span of two days... I know it's been two freaking years but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still "that kid" but I don't really care. I didn't have that many friends to begin with and the thing that brought me so close to Chris was traumatic events...so...I'd much rather stay alone than open up again... I don't wanna risk getting the life scared out of me.
I tell Fredbear I'll think about it and close my locker.
"Hi!"
"KYA!!!" I scream as I turn around and back against my locker. "Jesus Christ you scared me to death!" So much for 'not getting the life scared out of me because of human beings' I look at the annoying human being—I mean student. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and large circular pastel purple glasses. He was taller than me, but only by an inch.
"We're you...just talking to a plush—"
"What do you want?" I asked. I knew I was being kind of harsh but I was just lectured by a tedy-bear about having proper people skills, and I didn't really appreciate immediately being forced to talk to a person.
"Oh! Uh, I'm new here and I my home room teacher said that I could find my tour-guide at this locker." The boy explained.
'You have got to be kidding me' I thought.
"Are you... Elizabeth Afton?" He asked. I sighed and averted my eyes.
"I thought I was supposed to be giving a tour to someone named 'Kelly' according to the student who sits next to me..." I retorted. He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.
"I uh...ran into one of the kids here yesterday and...you know how everyone always picks on the awkward kid with the glasses." He explained. Heh...I knew that better than most, not with the glasses but, these people sure had a habit on picking on awkward people. "My uh...name is actually Kellen, so... that's where they got the nickname..." Kellen stated. I nodded. Awkward silence filled the air. "So..." he started.
"So..." I continued. "Tour?" I asked. Kellen nodded. I showed him around the school, and he acted exactly how I expected him to...a total dork... but he was nice. He didn't know about my tragic past so... that was a bonus.
We were walking to the gym when he said something that crushed my spirits.
"So...I heard that your brother and your best friend died a couple years ago." Kellen said.
"Wow this is a conversation I'd rather not be having." I said.
"Sorry, sorry it's gotta be a sensitive topic..." Kellen apologized. I sigh and keep silent. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for your loss. I mean, I know what it's like being 'that kid' and...it really sucks." I perk my head up.
"What happened—if you don't mind me asking?" I asked.
"Oh, my mom died in a car crash  four years ago...so...that stuck with me for about..." he thought for a moment. "Oh yeah the kids at my old school never let me go two seconds without reminding me about it." I giggled. I could really relate. Oh god...I really can only make friends when making some kind of connection to people dying....We finally reached the gym
"So on a happier note, this is the gym." I joke. He chuckled a bit, wiping a fake tear. Something that had been bothering me was that his glasses had no glass in them... I guess I was staring cause he looked at me for a second and started laughing again. "What?" I asked. He took off his glasses for a second and looked at me again.
"No glass, I just wear them cause I like them." Kellen stated. Oh my god this guy is such a crackhead. I burst out laughing as we start walking back to his home room.
"So since we don't have any classes together will I see you at lunch?" Kellen asked. I roll me eyes.
"Sure thing kelly." I tease. He stared at me and smirked.
"If you get to call me kelly I get to call you Beth, deal?" He teased back.
"Oh hell nah" I joked back, playfully punching him in the shoulder.
"Seriously though, lunch? I have nobody else to sit with." He begged.
"Yeah, I think it would be nice not sitting alone eating my peanut butter sandwich." I smiled at him, waved, and walked to my class.