"I am not going to say this to you again Harold!" A feminine voice shouted at her husband, glaring at him. "Don't take those night shifts!! You hear me!! What if something happens to you!! I wouldn't then know what to do with my life, with you dead!!"

Harold sighs in ignorance. "This is the only way to get more money to pay for what we need Margaret! Don't you understand?! This may be the only job that I can afford to get that much money!"

"All you talk about is money! Not anything else! Not me, not your life, not even Indigo!" Margaret shouted to the top of her lungs, having tears trickle down her face.

Indigo could hear every word her parents were yelling about.

Listen to Mom, Dad. Indigo thought to herself, cradling on the floor next to her bedroom door. There's things in there that you have NO idea about.

Shaking her head, Indigo got up and walked towards the window and collapsed on her bed. She wanted the pain of argument and the nightmares she has been having to go away, for good.

But, it was no use. Indigo already knew that it wouldn't stop. The nightmares will continue, until she found the solution.

Suddenly, a sound of a slamming door was heard in the house. Indigo predicted that it was probably her father, marching out of the house to work.

Indigo shook her head once more.
How did things come to this...
Now, Indigo felt like she needed a distraction. But what?

"Where are you going?" Indigo's mother asks a few minutes later. Indigo didn't stop and continued to pack clothes. "Ummm, Tommy's." Indigo lied. "If he's at his uncles' or not." Indigo's mother rolled her eyes and shook her head, she then kissed Indigo on the forehead. Indigo's mother slowly walks towards the door
"Alright then, you have fun and be safe." She says as she closes the door.

With her mother gone, Indigo began to quickly pack other things. Flashlight, snacks (that she hid in her drawer), a ragged rope, and her carpenter knife (that her father gave to her for her birthday). Finally, Indigo opened the door, and ran down the stairs towards the front door.
"Goodbye Indigo! Hey! Say hi to-" Indigo didn't reply as she ran out the door.
"Tommy..."

It was getting close to dark as the sun slowly began to set, the sky getting darker and darker, as Indigo made her way towards the Pizzeria. She quickly ran toward the front door, she quickly jerked it open, but it wouldn't budge.
Argh! It must be locked! Indigo thought to herself, looking over to her right at a pitch black dark alley.
The East Doorway. Indigo thought to herself, as she quickly sneaked there min the shadows, praying that no one had saw her sneak into Freddy Fazbear's.

As she made it in, she quietly closed the door, and hear feint voices of whispers echo close to the entrance, she peeked through the window where she could see her father and Mr. Frederick. They seemed to be discussing, no, that's not quite right.

(In the office)

"Please reconsider this Mr. Davidson." Mr. Fredrick said to Harold, not looking in him in the eye, "I have to agree, there have been strange things they've happened here, some on which we can't explain."

"I'm not into that kinda crap, Fredrick!" Harold yelled, "Money and getting paid is the only thing I got now! To help with the house, to support my family, and-" Harold paused for a moment, as he also stop writing and dropped the pen onto the paper.

He began to sniff, he began to cough, but he didn't cry. "I just want to protect my family for the future Fredrick." He finally said, looking at him.

Frederick didn't respond except for a small nod as he went towards the door. He opened it as he walked out silently. Indigo quickly hid before he even took a step out of his office,she breathed silently. She tried not making any noise.

Suddenly, she began to have a massive headache as she fell down hard. Darkness began to close in, it was the pain from a month ago and it reappeared again. Holding her head she began to find a way to get it out. But it came to no use as she stood up, but stumbled and fell in a place that looked familiar, but she quickly pushed herself in and closed the curtain. She then paused for a moment as she felt something touching her back, slowly turning her head she spotted him, the one from a few nights ago. And there he was, standing limp and was shut off completely. Foxy. Foxy the Pirate.

Everything went back, and Indigo then saw an image of herself and blood all over her.

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Even though he himself was already shut down, he stared down at the limped body that he remembered from the night before. He then felt himself getting a little warmer when he felt her body next to his metal feet and legs, he then gave out a long sigh.
'Indigo. You came back.'