Phew! This took a while.

I think this story focused on Chelsea's backstory. You know, how she ended up at the orphanage and all. So, it is definitely recommended for new readers to read 'A Forgotten Past'. Well, not recommended but still.. You should read it.

Also, the Youtuber mentioned with Jasmine was Jason, or MinecraftUniverse. I definitely ship them already.

Lastly, I don't know if Mark has a girlfriend or not, but knowing me, this will most definitely turn into Chelsea/Mark.

Without further ado, please read on!


"Chelsea, are you alright? You looked exhausted."

Said girl raised her head from the table and leaned back down, covering her face with her hands. She sighed miserably. Jasmine had been bugging her since Chelsea herself started acting like this, which was not long ago. The clock strikes nearer to her possible doom, and she felt like she was going to drown with the despair. It's OK, She tried to reassured herself, It's only eight. Besides, Mark's there so I don't have to worry about anything. Probably.

Feeling a little bit better, she looked at the couch where her friend was sitting on, one knee close to the chest while tapping away on her smartphone. She smirked. Of course she'd be doing that, texting to her boyfriend. Chelsea then sighed. That makes me, the lonely one in the house. She thought, every sense of positiveness once again faded away.

She walked to the couch, sat down and grabbed the phone, earning a yelp from Jasmine. Chelsea looked at it, expecting the texts but only found out it was the YouTube app. She huffed in disappointment. "I thought you were texting with Jason. You know, couple stuff."

Jasmine's face turned several shades of red, but she took her phone back. "Nice to know you're talking again. And sorry to disappoint you."

"Apology accepted." Chelsea said. She looked at the phone curiously. "Who you're watching there?"

"Just a Youtuber I started watching a couple weeks ago." Jasmine muttered, swiping the screen. "His name is Markiplier and he makes quite good videos too."

"Even better than your boyfriend? Jason will be hurt once he found out about this." She teasingly placed her hands at her heart, making the dark-skinned girl sighed and started ignoring her. "Oh, come on, Jasmine. Don't do this to me."

Finally her friend muttered. "Whatever. Try watching this. I'm sure you'll like it."

She passed the headphones to Chelsea and started playing the video. A some sort-of montage started playing. Chelsea wanted to say something but she fell silent once she saw who was on the video. It was Mark. The same guy who was in the dream with her.

She yawned and looked at the time. Still early, but she could use some rest before going time that... Place. She paused the video. "Sorry. It looks like I'll have to hit the hay sooner than I thought. Good night."

"Good night." Jasmine watched as she senior friend walked up the stairs. She turned her attention to the phone and opened her texting app. "I wonder why she's been so sleepy lately."

She then shrugged. "Oh well. I'm sure it's nothing serious."

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A girl, no older than nine, looked up at her mother. She glanced at her hand that held her little brother. "Mama, are we going somewhere?"

Her mother knelt down at her, purple eyes sparkling with happiness even though she looked worn out. She smiled and took her children's hand, rubbing it. "Yes, of course. We are going somewhere special. Somewhere I know you'll love it!"

The girl clapped, jumping up and down happily. Her little brother mirrored her, making their mother smiled again before coughing violently. She took out her handkerchief and coughed into it, hiding the stain of blood from her children and stood. She cleared her throat and offered her hand. "Shall we go?"

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Chelsea blinked the memory away. She didn't know why she had it at a time like this, but she decided not to dwell on it too much. Instead, she focused on the situation at hand, facing Night 2. They were in the same positions as they were last night, Mark sitting down on the chair and her standing. Mark was still asleep on the chair, looking surprisingly adorable. She couldn't help but cooed at the sight.

Her happiness was then replaced with slight disappointment when he woke up, glancing around confusedly before recognition lit in his eyes. He shifted in his chair awkwardly. "Um, hey."

She smiled and looked out the left door before facing him again. "Hi."

The phone rang, making her jump and stared at the phone startlingly. Mark chuckled. "Right. Forgot to tell you about the phone."

She glared at him, but was fighting off a smile that threatened to appear. Finally, the smile won out. She glanced at the phone. "Is this important to listen?"

"Personally? No. The guy basically give useless tips on how to survive and adding his own two cents." Mark checked the stage and saw Bonnie gone. "The bunny's gone. I repeat, the bunny's gone."

Chelsea checked the left door and froze a little. Her voice went a slight pitch higher than usual. "Hi, bunny. How are you doing?"

Bonnie was at the corridor, standing eerily still. The light behind it flickered on and off, giving the animatronic an overall creepy look. She took a step back and rubbed her arm, trying to calm the goosebumps. Mark noticed this and glanced at her. "You okay?"

"Yeah." She took a deep breath. "Yeah, I was just-um, never mind."

"Scared?" She nodded. Mark confessed. "Me too, actually. Quite the situation we've gotten ourselves in, right?"

"At least you have a bit of experience." Chelsea muttered. She turned the lights on, and screamed. Bonnie was there, right outside the door. She slammed the button, the doors sliding close with a Whoosh! Panting, she looked at Mark, who was frantically tapping the tablet. "Where's the duck? Where's the duck?!"

She tapped the right light button and almost screamed again. Chica was already there, outside the window. She slammed the button, watching the doors close. "Fuck you, duck."

Normally she wasn't the type to cuss, but in this kind of situation? It doesn't even matter anymore. Chelsea looked at the Youtuber, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable. Mark was pale, and she was pretty sure her face was the placed her hand to her chest, feeling the rapid Ba-dum! Ba-dum! Ba-dum! of her heart and gripped the table. She couldn't stop her hands from shaking, so she looked at Mark, who was having his hands covering his face. "What..' She paused. Even her voice was shaky. "What time is it?"

"Yeah?" Mark asked before answering her question. "It's 3 A.M. and there's 40% power left. Can you check the door lights? We can't risk losing anymore power."

She checked the left light and he checked the right light and both sighed in relief. They opened the door and tried to relax a little. Mark glanced at Chelsea and being the gentleman he was, he asked. "Why don't we switch places? You'll do the cameras and I'll do the doors."

"You sure?" She asked uncertainty and he nodded, standing up and letting her sat on the only chair in the office. Although she hid her feelings well enough, she felt grateful that he offered his seat. She took the tablet and checked, seeing Bonnie at the backstage and Chica at the dining room. The time turned to four.

Mark cleared his throat. "I been wanting to ask you this but-"

"You want to ask if my eyes are real?" Chelsea cut him off, setting the tablet on the table. He nodded and she answered. "They're not fake, OK? I got it from my mother. Strange, right? Seeing someone having natural different eye color."

Mark could only nod. "Yeah."

She smiled, and checked the cameras. "It's OK, though. You're not the first to ask that. A lot-and like really a lot-asked me the very same questions. It's that real? Are you wearing contacts? The list goes on and on. And because of that, I was considered a freak in the society."

She gripped the tablet harder, swallowing the tears. She couldn't break down. Not now. Not when she did last night. Mark noticed this. He wanted to comfort her but they had just met yesterday. Instead, he said. "Who cares what those people say? It doesn't really make a difference, right?"

Chelsea nodded and he continued. "Besides, I think you look cool. It makes you.. unique, you know?"

She smiled, a soft and gentle smile that somehow make his cheeks redden a bit. "Thanks, Mark. I'll have you know that only handful people said that."

He nodded numbly, glancing out the doors. "Glad to know I'm one of them."

He snapped his fingers suddenly, looking at the girl. "I know! Let's play '20 Question'!"

Chelsea's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "What is that?"

He stared at her, perplexed. "You've never played this before?"

She opened her mouth, then closed it back, leaning against the chair and pouting. Mark chuckled and explained. "Basically, you just ask questions and the person you asked answer it. It's a great way to know each other, actually."

"Well..." Chelsea glanced at cameras, checking and saw the two animatronics, Bonnie and Chica, at their respective corridors. She paled a little. "I guess we can play that, as long as we keep these stupid robots away from us."

"Huh?" Mark peeked out the right corridor. "It's too dark to see any-Oh shit!"

He turned on the light and Chica was there, right outside the door and uncomfortablely close to him. Fortunately, they weren't as scared as before. He closed the door and looked at Chelsea. "Who wants to go first?"

"Why don't you?" She checked to see Bonnie was back at the dining room. "I swear, that bunny can teleport around."

She then checked Pirate's Cove and froze. "Um, Mark? What does it mean when the curtains are out?"

He glanced at her, processing the question before widening his eyes. The Youtuber bolted to close the door, just as Foxy was about to enter. Chelsea jumped, nearly dropping the tablet.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Then the sound of feet shuffling reached their ears, indicating the animatronic was back at it's position. Mark sighed in relief. Chelsea looked at him, eyes wide in terror as she gave the tablet a death hug. He opened the door again. "That's what happens when the curtains are out."

Chelsea forced herself to breath. "OK. Tha-that's good to know."

She looked at the time. 5 A.M. 15% power. She checked Pirate's Cove and saw the curtains were closed again. Weird, but she'll accept it. She looked at Mark. "So, what were you about to ask?"

He thought for a moment. "What's your favourite color?"

She hummed. "I guess purple. Or black."

"Why not red? It bring out the color of your eyes." He checked the right door and after making sure Chica was gone, he opened the door.

She blinked. "Really. I never really thought of that. I mean, I have some red clothes at home but.."

She shook her head, snapping her train of thoughts. "But nothing. My turn, right? Where do you live?"

With that they asked each other questions, and learned a lot more about each other as well. At some point, Chelsea confessed that she didn't know Mark's channel, but he was OK with that. Occasionally, the animatronics came and interrupted their bonding session. The fear and terror slowly turned to annoyence each time the robots visited the office.

For the first time since being in that place, Chelsea laughed. She felt ease when she was with Mark. And that's exactly what she needed to survive in this place. She looked at the time. Almost to six. She glanced at Mark. "Well. Time's almost up."

He nodded. "See you tomorrow?"

"You betcha."

The bells rang and they woke up. Chelsea thought about her dream and Mark. Unbeknownst to her, Mark was doing the same as well.


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