Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

21) ...to give in.

"I love you." I whispered, kissing his forehead and ruffling his hair one last time.

I slowly eased my way out of the bed with tender footing. I'd seen how tired Bucky was and I couldn't wake him up. I loved him too much to let him worry about the next few hours of hell in front of me.

Quieter than a stalking cat I crossed the floor without a creak and made it to the doorway. Carefully, I opened the door and slipped out without a sound. I sighed and trotted to the kitchen to clean up the mess we had made earlier.

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It was 10:58 P.M. when I made my final decision on going back. I felt torn between the mystery of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and the love of my makeshift family. I knew my choice was selfish but I was curious; and curiosity killed the cat.

Knowing very well that I couldn't leave without a notice, I pulled out some paper and began to write a letter. Somewhere deep inside of me, doubt continued to build but I knew there was no turning back.

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Jeremy Fitzgerald,

I don't know exactly what to say except for "Thank You". Over the years I have come to see you as someone I care about, and I would hate to know that I left on a bad note. You're right. I have decided to go back, but I have one thing to say.

I promise I'll be home tomorrow. I can't leave you or Bucky alone again. As far as I'm concerned, you're all I really have left.

Jerebear and Buck, I love you both.

-Eleanor :)

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I slipped the note onto Jeremy's newly made bed sheets and on the way out I grabbed the duo of wakie-talkies by the door. I felt bad for leaving but it's not like I had that much of a choice. If I didn't go back I would be leaving Mike alone...and I already promised myself I wouldn't. Although I wasn't sure why.

I grabbed my fresh clothes from the dryer and scampered into the bathroom to change. I closed and locked the door behind me, just to make sure I had some sort of privacy. With timid fingers I pulled off my sweatshirt and sweatpants to reveal the hideous bruises from earlier.

My jaw dropped at the sight of my neck which was almost black with discoloration. Then again, in my dreams it had taken the full brunt of the damage done to me. With a gentle touch I carefully examined the injury. To my surprise, the only place where my skin felt tender was on my arms.

The only bruises not on my neck were on my stomach, just above my belly button, and all across my arms. I was a bit scared about how they formed, seeing as though I was alone until Bucky woke me up. Were these marks some kind of curse?

Sighing, I pulled on my knee length shorts and my white muscle shirt. Realizing I was going to more than likely face off with Randy made me feel very exposed. Despite the fact it was the middle of an inconsistent summer I decided to wear my sweatshirt because I was missing my Security jacket.

Looking in the mirror one last time I saw the girl from the pizzeria, but now...she looked like a corpse. Her complexion was pale, the bruises on her neck looked almost fatal, and her normally brown looking eyes were of a black hue. I wanted to feel bad for her but...then I realized she was me.

Without hesitation, I clipped on the walkies to clear my mind for a second. I tried to switch the pocket contents of my sweatpants into my shorts but the pockets were shallow. Despite that fact I shoved them in there without second thoughts and examined my neck some more.