Author: Timeless Tragedy
Rating: T
Words in Chapter: 1423
Written: June 26, 2015
Current Characters: (Later) Fazbear Band and Foxy the Pirate, Mangle, Goldie, OCs (a few)
Warnings: Humanized
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Scott Cawthon. Author owns nothing but the plot of the story and her OCs.
Beta'd by: Kenwave
This was not supposed to be happening. Everything had been planned out to be the perfect end to his perfect high school career. His marks were good, he was top of every class he was enrolled in (his mother made sure of that), his home life was better, and he had a pretty girlfriend to boot.
But maybe that was where he went wrong, having a girlfriend. She was beautiful, the smartest and prettiest of the girls out of her grade, and he adored her. Practically worshipped the very ground she walked on. His mother approved of the match wholeheartedly, thinking that they were just wonderful together. She was gorgeous, and he was smart. Her family had money, and his was hard working. It was a match made in heaven and they'd come to the decision themselves, without the interference of her judging parents and his overbearing mother.
And for a while, things were perfect. Other people saw him as the popular, smart role model to be admired by all, and she was the queen bee, the girl everyone wanted to be friends with. They cared for each other, loved each other, and wanted to be together almost every moment of every day. They'd slept together, at his insistence more than hers, and while she had at first been reluctant, after the first few awkward and painful attempts, she'd admitted she enjoyed it.
So they had experimented, whenever their parents were away for a day or two here or there. They spent hours together, often laying nude together just holding one another. They learned the map, the contours of their lover's body. They spent time kissing innocently, sweetly, quickly, passionately, wasting away the hours in the best way possible.
But then things began to change. She started to be absent more often, and when she was at school she seemed unwell, a little green around the gills. She waved off the concern of the others in her class - 'I'm fine, really, just a little under the weather, but thank you for your concern' - gracefully and pleasantly, her melodic voice purring kind words. She stopped spending long hours at his side, 'I'm falling behind in my classwork, dear, you must understand,' and when he went to visit her, he was sent away by the family maid.
He questioned the teachers, students, parents, her friends, his mother. And no one could tell him anything he didn't already know, if they said anything at all. The most he'd gotten came from her younger friends, a strange couple he didn't think fit in among their town. They were at least able to direct him to a park where he could see her.
He found her sitting alone under the shade of a shabby little gazebo, its wooden top riddled with tiny gaps and holes. Vines grew over the sides, using those openings to wind its way ever higher among the chipped blue paint. It would have been beautiful a few years back, he was sure. But it had lost some of its allure for him, and if it wasn't for the little blossoms along the vines, he would have been inclined to be on the side of those who wanted to tear the old thing down.
But his girlfriend adored the creaky thing, and she often insisted upon walking down to the park to sit on the dilapidated bench. She found it romantic, she told him once, so he continued to visit it with her, to make sure she was happy. She was grateful when he accompanied her, and she made sure he knew. The rewards were well worth spending an hour or two beneath the breaking, flowery gazebo.
He found her there that day, a crown of flowers she was making spread across her skirt, her legs tucked beneath her. She continued to work the long stems around blades of grass while he took a seat on the floor across from her. They didn't talk at first, letting the noises of the park fill the silence. He watched her hands as they tied and twirled and moved her crown. She set it aside when she finished, turning those bright blue eyes on him.
"You've been hiding," he said plainly, to which she nodded, making the clip holding her bangs back slip so a few blond strands slid forward over her eyes. His hands twitched in his lap. He wanted to smooth her hair back for her.
She ran a finger over the worn petals that had fallen off the flowers she had picked for her crown. Something in her expression made her look heartbroken. Her eyes were sad, and the curve of her lips was far from a smile. She rose to her feet and let her skirt fall back down to her knees, turning her back on him as she leaned against the railing to look out at the green park.
"I didn't know what to tell you."
"About what?"
"I'm pregnant. And I know it'll ruin my reputation, and probably yours too, but I'm keeping the baby. I don't expect you to stay with me, and I don't expect anything from you, but my mother said you should know. So I told you," she faced him, and he could see tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Just... give me time to think," he said. She looked like she wanted to say no, to fight him on it and tell him to back off. But it was his child too, that much he knew. He'd been her first, and she was still so innocent about it that she couldn't have been with someone else.
She let him stand and pull her against his broad chest, and he felt her gently grip the back of his shirt. They lingered there a while, and he slipped his hand down to her stomach. Beneath the layers of clothing between his warm hand and her torso, the skin still felt as flat as ever.
She left him there, with a promise that she'd welcome him back into her life if that's what he so desired. If it wasn't, he could at least come see the child once after it was born and never have to have anything to do with them again.
But every once in a while, as he stood with his friends chatting, he noticed her looking at him from across the room. She always looked so pained, as if it physically hurt to consider breaking up with him. But she continued to act as if it was no big deal, and others simply thought they were just taking a breather.
It took him almost two weeks to make his decision and gain the courage to visit her. He left his house on his bike almost an hour before he actually reached her family's grand estate on the other side of town. He stopped on the way to get a bouquet of flowers, white orchids and a few red roses mixed in for colour, and when she opened the door to see who knocked she was touched by the gesture.
He slipped off his shoes on the mat by the door, and followed her upstairs to her bedroom where she locked the door behind them. Nothing had changed in her room, even with the life altering news. The drapes were still a soft, golden fabric that bounced pinpicks of light over her dark blue walls. Her bed and the rest of the furniture carried that gold throughout the rest of the room, even down to the lamp shade beside her bed. And if it wasn't gold, it was some shade of blue she would say had a meaning or a reason that he wouldn't understand.
She picked a blue crystal vase and arranged her flowers in them, filling it with water from a glass she'd been drinking from before he'd arrived. She set the vase down on the dresser and beckoned for him to join her on the bed.
"I want to help you," he began, taking her hand so the charm bracelet he'd given her slid down against his hand. He toyed with one of the golden charms so it spun on the chain. "It's my child too, it's not your problem to deal with alone."
"This is going to change everything. You do know that, don't you?"
"I do. And I'm not leaving you. What are you going to tell your friends?"
"They're yours too. And we're telling them the truth."
