"What are you talking about?" Officer Amira eyed me like a wild bobcat.
"Ma'am, This girl… she's not mine. I found her alone, by that Freddy's place downtown."
"And…?"
"Well," I rub the back of my neck. "I don't know if I'm able to take care of her."
"Does she have parents?"
"Not that I know of."
She leans on the wall. "Alright, Schmidt, here's the problem: We got no place to keep her."
"What?"
"I mean," She grits her teeth. "There aren't any orphanages around these parts. You'll have to keep her 'til we find somewhere to keep her."
Officer Amira reaches for her drawer and takes out some papers. "So you'll need to sign these guardian forms…"
I backed away. "No, wait, I can't-"
"Here. You have to. Sorry." She shoves the forms into my arms. A muffled noise comes from the walkie-talkie strapped to her belt. She picks it up and shoos me away.
From the other room, I can make out some words. "Freddy's… Kid… Accident?"
I leave the police station and drive home. Gotta fill out those forms.
I'm thankful that chapter was short. It was so boring and painful to write. More next time, promise. Until then, I'll work on other stories.
Note 2: Unfortunately, I seem to have accidentally escaped the Five Nights at Freddy's craze. Since I've been getting so many more inspirations for other fanfics, I'll be working on them instead. When I feel the need to, I may get back around to working on this story, but otherwise, I'll be working on other stories. Thanks for reading!
-Spazza