♔Perverted♔

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requested by : honketyhonk

tw: this reminds me of killing stalking, is that enough?? nah but seriously: nsfw situations, stalking, pervy actions.

Growing up I'd always loved watching movies and just film in general.
The lights, the camera, the action, everything!
All the glamour of the sets and scripts. The dashing actors and their beautiful hair and charming smiles.
I just wanted to be part of their world.
So it came to no surprise when I became a film major.
But to be honest, it hasn't been everything that I dreamed of.
I'm not that naive, I did know that not everything was going to be sunshine and roses but I'm literally a mental breakdown away from quitting even though I have three more weeks of this year left. The going has just gotten so hard, to top it all off, the person who I was with since high school dumped me for someone else.
And for my final project, I have to whip up a documentary of sorts because my professor's current hyperfixation is documentaries and the school could give two shits.
So that leaves me where I am now: at a park with some friends talking about what to make our documentaries on.

The conversation itself was boring as fuck and I just fidgeted around on my phone and adding my input whenever it was needed but it was so boring.
Two of my friends were going out of town for their films so that left me and Kelsey.
I'm not really close to Kelsey but she's your typical overachiever, minus the bitchy and snobby attitude.
Since she only had editing to do, she offered to help me with whatever I needed.
But I didn't even know what to make my film about!
That is until Edgar, one of my friends who was going out of town, mentioned it.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria?
The name did ring a few bells when first mentioned but it turns out that some guy had a location opened in town even though the original restaurant and it's other locations have been long shut down.
So thanks to Edgar and childhood nostalgia I now had an idea.
Hopefully I don't screw this up like everything else.

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Finally, after about two or three days of researching the restaurant and it's history in depth and finding videos from back in the day, Kelsey and I were to go to the restaurant in question for lunch.
We agreed to meet for lunch but I wanted to get some shots of the outside of the joint beforehand.

I was probably on my third shoot of the place when I heard someone yell.
"Hey!"
They surely can't be talking to me, right?
I looked around, seeing no one but a man who had recently come from inside.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you fucker! You like taking pictures of little kids dontcha?,"
He was getting closer to me.
"N-No sir! It's nothing like that, I'm here to film a documentary," I tried to explain but to no avail since I got punched in the face.
I tried standing up many times but this man was like a bull and he kept calling me a pedo and saying that he'll kill me.
"Gimme the camera," he said finally stepping away from me to put his cap on backwards.
I coughed, trying my best to stand.
"I can't."
I managed to wheeze out.
"Why the fuck can you not?,"
he crouched down to my level.
"I-"
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
I tried to get a better view of this new person but the bull man stood up and blocked my view.
"And why in the hell would you do that?"
"Well, I have good reason to, since you just assaulted another customer and did threaten to kill him,"
said the new man nonchalantly, as if this happened every other Tuesday at Freddy's.
This seemed to shut Bull Man up since I didn't hear him anymore.
"Have a nice day sir and please never come back unless you want to be arrested. Your family are at the front desk as well."
The man sighed as I managed to get up, resulting in a wince.
"Let me help you."
The man who I could now see was tall and pale with piercing eyes that matched his skin.
"Thank you,"
I whispered.
"All in a day's work. Is there anybody I could call for you?"
He looked down at me, as if assessing me.
I tried to chuckle but I just ended up choking on my blood.
The man muttered something and just put my arms on him and dragged me inside the establishment.
That's all I remember before it went dark.

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