Runs through the dark wooded area holding my arm, bleeding from the right arm and the left cheek, making a sharp turn around a corner and see the big brown building"Freddy Fazbear's Diner". "Oh great the only place around for miles and it's this death palace". Steps in cautiously and calls out "Hello? I need some he- *Coughs out a little blood and falls to my knees* "FUCK!!"
Dave's POV.
"Da bloody hell was that?" I walked out of the office shining my flashlight and saw the bleeding child. "oh God, OUI LAD AR' YA ALRIGHT?!" I lifted him onto the dining table and looked at his cuts "Jesus.... Ya look like hell kid". The kid just chuckled lightly and said "Does it look like I am alright? Mind doing me a favor and get me a spoon and a lighter, preferably a metal spoon?" He asked, Not even taking a look at his cuts, Just at me with kindness. "Okay Lad one second..." I quickly ran into the kitchen and get what he asked for and gave him a big metal spoon and my lighter "Don't lose meh good lighter lad, what's yer name?"
"My name is Marcus" I stuck my hand out to the man and looked him in the eyes. "And you are?" He looked at me a bit surprised as I gestured for a handshake, Ignoring my cuts "Meh name is Dave... And ya seem like a tough lad" I looked at him and smiled as he shook my hand and I pulled back, Lighting the spoon on the bottom and burns it, making sure its hot "Well when your mom and pops dish out a lot of punishment on you, you kinda build an intolerance to the stuff" Burns my cheek slowly with the spoon to close the wound and doesn't flinch in pain. "Well yer something else.... Damn, If I had a nickle fer the times I heard a story like yers.... You'd be the first" Dave said as he got me a first aid kit and sat in a chair besides me. "Thanks Dave I appreciate the help, But can I be here tonight I kinda am on the run from my parents so they won't be able to find me..." All I could think of was my old man all drugged up and busting through the door.
