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October 17 2002: 12:32 AM
Michael laid in his bed as he stared at the ceiling. It was a night like every other night. He couldn't fall asleep. He would always end up falling asleep at like 6 AM, and consistently woke up at 3 pm. He wasn't normally this disheveled. He used to have a routine. He used to have a consistent sleep schedule. He used to do something with his days. He had a job, which he was fired from a couple of months ago. His boss didn't want an employee who never showed up for his shifts anymore. That was back when he actually tried to get up. But now he had no reason to.
William dying really messed him up.
He didn't cry— not really. Maybe a few tears here and there, especially when he thought about his childhood. Before Freddy's. He didn't hate his father. Quite the opposite actually. He admired his father. His biggest fear when he was a teen was that he would turn out like his dad. And now look at him.
Lately, he had been staying in bed. He rarely even got up unless it was to do something at Freddy's. He barely even ate. He couldn't really keep anything down. Everything just made him want to throw up. Everything except toast. Just plain toast and butter. It had been Williams' favorite food. And now, it was the only thing that didn't make him feel sick.
Maybe he was mourning his father. Maybe he wasn't. He most likely was. He hated it. He wanted to get up, do something with his life. Maybe fall in love again.
None of that would happen.
Or maybe it would.
You were back in Hurricane, something you had said would never happen. If that were possible, who knows what else could happen?
He thought about the months after you had left. He was in a catatonic state—just like how he was now. He had started to obsessively make you things—flowers (made of paper and of plastic), CD's with all of your favorite songs on them, god knows what else.
He had written you 12 letters. You had written him 2. Well, he had sent you 12. He had written a total of 13. He had decided to write one every 10 years you were gone. And now, he didn't have to write another one considering you had come back, even if it was for a little while.
He had waited and waited for your responses. Maybe they had just gotten slowed down in transit.
You never wrote back.
He hated you for that. He hated you for never picking up on the obvious hints he had dropped. Who would make a bouquet of flowers for their best friend who they had no romantic feelings for?
Everything he had ever made sat in his closet.
October 17th 2002 : 7:38 PM
Abby looked at the building in front of her. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza". It was another location, one that she had never been to before. The one she had gone to, the one where her friends were, was significantly smaller. The sign was also different. It had a lighter Freddy with pink cheeks, a teal Bonnie, and a more vibrant Chica. The building was also more visibly run down.
She laid her bike down. It stood out against the dark ground. It looked like it was glowing.
She shivered slightly as the breeze blew harder. She would've worn a better jacket but it would be too inconvenient. She walked towards the entrance, looking around for anyone else.
She opened the door, the smell hitting her immediately. It wasn't the worst, the other location smelt way worse, but it was still weird. The best word to describe it was probably funky, like damp carpets. The inside looked way bigger than the outside did. There was a bridge of some sort. She approached it carefully. It looked like one that would be above a river. There was a moat of sorts under neath it, but the water didn't look right. It didn't even look like water, it was way too dark to be.
"Well, hello there." Michael said, a couple of feet behind her.
Abby jumped at the sudden noise. She turned around. She saw a guy with pale skin and brown hair that was slicked back. He looked unsetteling. She froze like she was a deer in headlights.
"I'm Michael. Now who might you be?" He asked, taking a step closer to her while still keeping his distance.
"I-i'm Abby" She replied, her voice shaking. She probably shouldn't even be talking to this strange man, but she really didn't have any other option. Well, she could run, but running in a building where she had no idea of the layout didn't sound like too good an idea.
"Well hello Abby. What brings you to Freddy's?" He asked, still maintaing his distance. Michael would never admit it but he had a soft spot for kids, which is why he would really only go after adults. William would have never approved. He hated kids, even his own.
She paused for a moment before answering.
"I came to look for my friends"
That caught Michael's attention.
"Did your friends come here?" He asked, genuienly curious.
"They told me to come here"
"Well, what are their names? I could help you find them" He replied. This was one of the few times where he was genuienly trying to be helpful.
"Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy"
That caught Michael off guard. He thought for a moment before responding.
"Do you want a tour of the restaurant? Maybe you'll find your friends on the way." He said. Abby beamed in response.
The two had finished touring the location, and Abby had found Toy Chica. She had wanted to take Chica with her, but wasn't able to because of the perimeter lock. Michael would've helped — Chica getting out would allow him to kill more people — but when he put the password in it didn't work. Someone must have changed it.
"So, how did you find out about Freddy's?"
"My older brother worked as a security gaurd at the other location, and he took me with him"
"He took you with him? That doesn't sound safe at all" He said. Normally he wouldn't care but something about Abby made him care. Maybe she reminded him of Charlotte.
"He couldn't find a babysitter. He only brought me once because Vanessa said she would shot him if he brought me back, but I went back anyway."
Michael felt his heart stop for a moment.
"Vanessa?"
"Yeah, shes Mikes friend. She was a police officer, but then she went into a coma after the yellow rabbit stabbed her, but she's ok now."