"You're quiet today," Max points out as we walk down the slightly faded sidewalk. It's quiet out, almost as if it's mocking me, telling me I should be the one to stop the silence, but even then I won't speak.
What I won't tell Max is that I've been having a weird feeling lately. Every moment of the day it feels like thousands of people are watching my every move and I hate it. But I don't dare tell anyone. What's the point? Everybody will think I'm crazy. Maybe I am.
[ This is a rewrite of my story Watching You Always, which I posted close to half a year ago now. I decided to completely rewrite a lot of it, so have fun seeing our beloved characters in a new sense of horror:) ]
-Warning mentions of gore, s*icide, Jimmy, and some spoilers to the game if u haven't played or watch videos about the game and if you don't want any spoilers I suggest to play the game first before reading
these oneshots are not canon to the game just fanfiction 👁
image belongs to the title of the game and owner of the game💊