We walked back to Grey's assigned room, thoughts making me go wild. Foxy would never do that! He's the sweetest pirate I've ever met! Once we returned and Grey sat back in the corner I found him in, I gave him a smile.
"Thank you, you didn't have to bring me to see him, but you did. Thank you. I really appreciate it." I gave him another smile and left the room. When I got back to the office, I checked the cameras. With a groan, I realized that Chica, Bonnie, AND Freddy were all gone. Checking around, I found Chica in the dining hall, Bonnie in the supply closet and Freddy in the left half- back at the stage?
I peeked my head out of the left door and saw a flash of light. . .Bonnie. I quickly shut the door, a little scared. 78% power left, and it's 4 A.M. Almost done. . Almost. . .done. Even with my music on my phone quietly playing, I wasn't calm. Nothing could calm this anxiety. I opened the door, seeing that Bonnie had returned to the stage. Chica was rummaging around in the kitchen, making loud clanging sounds. 5 A.M.
Using the only notebook I could find, I sketched Grey. I wish they would've introduced him when I was a kid. He's nice and, to be honest, adorable. I wonder if there is some sort of rivalry between him and Bonnie. I mean, they're both rabbits! After finishing the first drawing, I turned to my right to see Chica's face outside the window. I quickly slammed the door closed, turning the light on and back off once I confirmed she was really there. Peeking out the left side, I saw Bonnie there too. Closing that door, I crawled under the desk, freaking out a bit more. My hand fumbled on the desk, trying to find the clock. The red numbers flashed 5 A.M. still, making me go cold. Breathing out, I counted to ten to relax. The second I opened my eyes, the clock said 6 A.M. I jumped on my feet and laughed.
Before I left for the night, I made one last visit to Pirate’s Cove and Grey’s room. I said good night to both of them and then finally left.
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Travis pushed me through the doorway, telling me I needed to be home before 6 at night. He threw me at the wall and pinned me by my shoulders. Trying to pull away, he glared at me.
“I told you not to take that stupid job, you idiot. I can’t believe I’m putting up with your shit.” Travis shoved me one last time before walking into the kitchen. Holding back tears, I ran to my room and shut the door. I thought I loved him. Thought. We started dating a year ago. Yeah, I said I never had a boyfriend before but Travis was there. He needed a place to stay, and I brought him here. Sure, he was nice for about four months and then he just changed. He started drinking and smoking then started hitting me. Of course, he would make sure that the bruises and scars were where no one else would see them. As much as he loved to take his anger out on me, he didn’t want to get caught. When I locked the door, I took a peek at the Foxy plush on my bed. I cried into my pillow, hugging the plushie close to my chest, trying to fall asleep. Is it okay to be like this? He doesn’t mean to hurt me but he does.
When I woke up the next morning, Travis had already left, the fridge door still open. I cleaned all the beer bottles up and the trash all over the floor and coffee table. Sighing, I sat on the front porch, my book sitting in my lap. To be honest, I can’t wait until I get back to the night shift. At least I know that I’m safe there, right205Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrgK2uhx022
