Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)

16: Hanging out.

Michael PoV

Scott, Kenya, Tyler and I were hanging out at the pizzeria after hours.

It was nice being able to hang out with them again but there was this guilt filled air around us.

We all felt horrible for what happened to Evan, and the guilt hasn't left.

It seems to have hit Scott the most however.

He was acting weird.

I had my head rested on Tylers shoulder as Kenya pretended to be Chica.

It was fun.

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"Hey! When did you want me to come over for the kid? Ok! I'll be over in 10!" He smiled. He hung up and kissed me on the lips softly.

Scott and Kenya didn't see, thank god.

"What's up?" Kenya asked, going up to Tyler

"Baby sitting. I have to go, I love you guys!" He smiled, running to the exit

About an hour later, Kenya's dad made her leave.

Now it was just me and Scott.

I turned away from the animatronics and to him.

"So-"

"You're brother deserved it." Scott cut me off.

I looked up at him.

"W-what-"

"You heard me. And so did your sister." Scott said again.

I stood up and looked at him again.

He was serious.

"S-scott. W-what the fuck, m-man-"

"I hate you." Scott spat.

What did I do?

I backed away from Scott a little.

Then Scott just walked out of the building without another word.

I felt a sense of relief flow through me.

I walked to the phone on the and decided to call my dad to come pick me up.

"Hello?" My dads stern voice answered.

"H-hey dad. C-can you c-come p-pick me up n-now?" I asked.

"Maybe. Probably won't though, you can walk." Dad answered before he ended the call.

I put my phone away and starred at the animatronics. After a while the door opened and I was certain it was my dad. I turned around but I didn't see anyone at the door.

I then felt a repeated, sharp, stabbing pain in my side.

I tried to scream out, but the persons hand covering my mouth.

This couldn't have been dad...

Sure dads a horrible person but he wouldn't try to kill his only son would he?

There's no-

My thoughts were cut off by another sharp pain in my other side.

I was then pushed to the ground and stabbed in the chest. Multiple times.

I was crying due to the pain, causing me to not be able to see whoever was doing this to me.

The knife was ripped out, causing me to scream, and I felt my body move upwards.

Was I being carried?

I felt by body drop onto wet concrete and then someone run away.

My eyes felt heavy, and and my limbs were weak.

Maybe I'll just sleep right here....