🙑 "𝐈'll put him back together," Said a short and quiet chubby male with strawberry blonde hair, As he took a bright and vibrant yellow plushie, The eyes were a bright green and it had a wonderful, Plumb purple bow tie and black buttons. The plushie was large; Around Twenty Eight Inches (it had cost them a shit ton of time in the arcades trying to gain more and more tickets.)

The plushie's left arm and the tip of his right ear, however seemed to have been teared off; The fluff stuffing being all over the (colour) rug inside a small bedroom. "Y-you can?" a little girl; Her (hair/colour) locks were puffed out a bit. She wore a bright blue shirt with black overalls. "THANK YOU!" she shouted, Wiping the tears from her (eye\colour) eyes.

The blonde man chuckled, Standing up from his previously crouched form, He glanced around the young girls bedroom with a sigh. "Alright, [_____]." he said, Having the girl perk up and stare at him. "While i fix uuhmm.." he trailed off, His brown eyes moving down to the rabbit in his arms; As if he would spill his name.

"Mr. Floofsters!" [_____] reminded, Giving the older man a disappointed glare. He laughed awkwardly and pointed towards her for a moment before continuing, "R-right! Uh.. While i fix Mr. Floofster so he's all ready to entertain! You my little superstar~" he used his free hand to boop her nose, "Have to get ready for school and clean your room!"

The (h/c) nodded, A happy giggle escaping her mouth as she tries swatting the man's hand away. "Okay Daddy!" she exclaims, Beaming him a strong gleam.

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Skipping alongside the street was [_____], In her hand was the all fixed up "Mr. Floofster!" her father had managed to put back together with the help of his trusty sewing kit. She kicked a small pebble which was in her way and continued down her path to school. The wind picked up slightly, Yet it wasn't much to ruin her fabulous morning!

"Huh?" she paused, Tightly griping her yellow plushie as she stared at a familiar building further down to her right; Fredbear's Family Diner were the words underneath two yellow animals; A bear and a rabbit; which looked awfully similar to her plushie. She frowned with confusion seeing the sight of caution tapes and thousands of blocked windows. Hell, There was even three cop cars sat outside the diner. Only around two officers actually being inside or patrolling the area.

"what happened here?" she thought allowed, Whispering as she spoke, Afraid that one of the police officers could find her; even from such a long distance. After pondering on the thought she decided that in the end it wasn't her problem and she shouldn't stick her nose in other people's sketchy business.

After all, Placing her nose in places it didn't belong was bad! And with christmas being only a few days away she needed to be on her best behaviour.

and with that she nodded to herself before continuing her journey to school. On her way she made sure to greet all of the people passing by. Soon though, Her walking became slower and she had a strange and eerie feeling growing.

Her eyes darted around before landing on a certain house; Afton Household! was painted on the mail box. [_____] stared at the house, Her eyes grew in curiosity and sligh fear. She'd been over to the house around.. three or so times; Two was because of a classmate of her's "Evan" was his name.

The two had never talked much but when they did they had nice conversations, And although at first his stutters annoyed her deeply she grew to it and knew that it wasn't something he could control. She liked Evan because he loved (video game) and (tv show) so the two would nerd off about it when they were over at either one of their houses (sometimes forgetting to actually to the projects they were assigned to)

but other than the few times they hung out; Been project partners, the two hadn't talked much. You had your group of friends and he had.. uh.. one friend and wasn't really liked by any other of the children.

Back to the house: She felt the hair on her arms and the back of her neck grow as goosebumps appear, The place gave her an uneasy feeling and she wasn't sure why.

"fucking-" A slightly familiar voice snapped her back to reality, She watched as a tired and unkept teenager stumbled outside the front door and towards the mail box. She recognized the male to be Evan's older brother; Micheal Afton, Usually going my "Mike" by his friends.

Unlike any other time she had seen him, Micheal wasn't wearing his usual: Grey shirt, Which he cut to make it seem like a tank top (even though he could've just bought one), Blue ripped jeans and that overly cool yet also dorky Red, fox mask. He was wearing an oversized band shirt and grey joggy bottoms. His hair was all tangled and messy, As if he hadn't brushed it for DAYS, His eyes and nose seemed puffy and red. And finally the most noticeable feature: he seemed to have gotten rid of that mask.

'he looks like shit.' [_____] thought, After a while of wondering whether or not she should go up and bug him until he told her what was up with him she decided that.. Just this once; She'd stick her nose in other people's business. She would just make sure to help an elder lady cross the road or something to get back on the nice list!

After walking up to him she stood there, Staring. He didn't seem to notice, As his back was facing her but he also didn't seem to hear the loud crunches which she created while walking on the fallen leaves and slight snow.

"You look like shit Mike" she stated, A small smirk grew with her (lip\type) lips. Micheal jumped, Dropping a few letters as he snapped his head down to her. "GE-! [y]-[_____]?" he asked, His voice quivering slightly. She crouched down, Picking up the fallen letters and dusting the snow and dirt off of them. 'Another good deed.' she thought before looking back up to Micheal.

"That's my name," she handed him the letters, "Don't use it to much!" she grinned; Hearing it from one of the character's she was obsessed. Micheal only nodded, Half paying attention to what the young girl wa saying as he looked through the mail.

"right, Go away. I don't have enough energy to deal with your highper ass." he said quickly and shortly; [_____] only crossed her arms, Rolling her eyes as she didn't like his tone in voice. "Jeepers Creepers, Why sharttered in your cereal this morning?" she mumbled.

Micheal clenched the envelopes in his hands, Shutting his eyes tightly as he tried controlling himself. These actions made the (h/c) blink, Finally noticing something big happened.

"...did someone actually take a dump in your cereal?" she asked, Stupidly. Micheal glared at her as she nodded to herself and apologised. "u-uhm.. So what.. what happened? Y-y'know you may be an asshole to an uh.. acquaintance of mine but um.. I'm still here to lend an ear!" she paused, Covering her ears quickly, "N-not literally though!"

Micheal's frown deepened. "i.. i don't think y-you should uh.. know.." [_____] raised a brow and shuffled around a bit before climbing on the small brick walls surrounding the Afton house. Sitting down and patting the place to her left with a small smile.

Micheal hesitated but nevertheless sat besides her; There was silence, It felt like around an hour.. Which really made her worry about being late to school but decided that this was most likely the most important task for her to do,

She waited; Honestly in-patiently, But she was a kid so.. "It.." her head perked slightly, Looking over to Micheal as he struggled to find the words.

"It um.. happened yesterday, i-it.. It was Ev-" he paused, Flinching at his younger brother's name, "Evan's birthday and my friends and i th-thought it would be a f-funny idea to.. to well, Shove his head into Fredbear's Jaw.."

[______]'s eyes widened, Not because she knew or could assume what happened but from the tone of Micheal's voice; Full of regret, Guilt and sorrow. She knew that this "prank" was possibly the main problem.

She waited for him to continue, He did; He told her everything, At first he was hesitant but once speaking about it he felt as if he couldn't stop himself from spilling everything to a child.

"and he.. died, A-and it's all MY FAULT!!" he screamed.

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