Okay, I know I'm already getting a lot of support, but I want to be a more popular writer...So if you know friends in the fandom could you please ask them to read, review, favorite or follow? But besides that, thank you, to all my fans for my story. This chapter will be very important for the ending...
so keep an open mind!
But I m realy glad that you guys seem to like Mike as a girl. But now we get some more back story.
And review for nything you might wanna see!
And finally, there might be some grammar mistakes, because I'm typing on my Wii U.
This chapter will be a bit depressing though so prepare thise tissues!
Bonnie: It's so sad! (breaks into tears)
Me: This is just the intro! Dumbass!
Mike was feeling pretty shitty, as one would at a time like this. She'd had a horrifying realization. She couldn't help but feel as though this was all her fault. Maybe it was just survivor's guilt.
Things are never ever ever never be okay. Never ever... It's not okay. S She kept saying again in her clouded mind. Adam...and Chris...Lucy, Kyle... It's not fair!
"It's not fair!" she yelled out loud, getting stares from other employees. It was bad enough to have to walk in front of those people with her face showing everyone she'd been crying. Everyone was looking at her face, judging her. She HATED being judged by anyone, much less people she didn't even know.
Her eyes were bloodshot, with swollen, sticky eyelids. She just wanted to be alone...forever.
Why couldnt't he have came back for me? Then at least we could've been together. Is tha why I always want to sstay here? So the animatronics can kill me, like my friends?
The brunette thought back to when she was five, and her friends all said they'd be friends forever. The'd play house, with her and Chris or Adam as the the mom and dad. Lucy and Kyle, being the youngest, usually got the worst roles. i.e. the kids, or pets. Then they'd eat grilled cheese sandwiches and laugh in the backyard, as Adam and Chris would dare each other to eating contests and just end up getting sick.
Tha was when she remembered being truly happy.
She never would've remembered on her own but after that massacre, her brain changed. She would argue in class, backtalk at every thing nyone said, refuse any type of conformity, and get into fights, even though she would quickly lose being short and skinny, and trying to fight people twice her size.
Her parents finally gave up once she became a teenager, to make her join a club or make more friends or be lless angry. Mike was a compulsive liar, and would make up fake stories about everything. From missing homework to skipping gym.
How she graduated from high school, and got into college, was a mystery to everyone, especially her herself.
That man killed those kids, and would hve gotten her too if she hadn't have been so good at hide and seek.
"HEY, princess!" She almost screamed in anger at Fritz's voice.
God, just leave me alone! Usually Fritz wasn't so annoying, but right now she needed to be alone.
She didn't feel like dealing with bullshit, and definetely didn't feel like staying hre much longer.
Turning quickly, she began "Look, Fritz, I really need to go-"
"Oh, just stay a while longer?" The awkward man asked her. "My friend really wants to meet you!"
If this was anyone else, Mike would've screamed at him to leave her the hell alone and left. But Fritz was so cute, and embarrassed in asking, she sighed a "Yes.."
"Great!" He ran off to get his friend, and she fell into a seat.
It didn't take Fritz long at all. His friend was one of the strangest people she had ever seen. For one he was dressed in asecurity suit but it was completely purple, along wigh his skin and hair...
If it was any other time, she might have reacted but today she didn't care if he was purple, red, orange or whatever. She didn't give a shit. Everything about him was purple, except for his badge, which was gold, and his eyes which were white.
"Oh, hello little girl," he smirked at her. She suddenly felt a bit self conscious. He was really good looking, and she knew she looked terrible from last night.
Her eyes and nose were still bright red and her face was hot, with a pounding headache.
"Oh, um, hi..." She blushed quickly. She awkwardly out out her hand just to feel his warm, strong grip, as the handshaked. It felt extremely awkward for Mike and Fritz, but not the purple man. "My name's Mike...and you are?"
"It's Vincent, love." His grin widened.
Oh, God no! Fuck you Vincent! This is not okay, it's fucked up! And I hope it makes you guys all question asking and stuff.
Vincent: Hello, lass! (does his usual shit eating grin)
Me: Fuck you! You murdered those kids and yet for some reason I love you! It's confusing!
Vincent: Well you said Fuck You and said you love me so...come here!
Me: Oh, oh no! Don't rape me! I HAVEA NEEDLE!
