Chapter Twenty-Five||Old

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Y/n = your name
L/n = last name
H/c = Hair color
H/l = Hair length
F/c = favourite color
F/f = favourite food

These won't all be in this chapter but so you know when reading this series in the near future.

Second person pov flashback

A hand gripped you tightly, a dirty brown headed male face darken. It was more so a blur to you, he dragged you along the house hallway. Leading you to a brown door.

In a swift motion he opened it. To only being thrown out onto the concrete pavement.

Your knees swelled, the cold air increased the pain. You sitting up to look back at the person who caused it.

Another hand took ahold of you, this one much much softer than the one what held you mere minutes ago.

A male with darker hair held you close, the other one from the door way shouted at him.

From how tired you were yoy could only make out so little words.

"Take your fucken daughter you bars-" the rest falling deaf ears.

The darker haired male held you close, the air was chilly. It had to be the middle of winter by now.

You were tired, so damn tired to care for what was exactly happening. Although your knees did stung from being tossed against the harden surface.

Eyes falling heavy, you melted in the warm touched the black haired male.

"Y/N?" A elderly voice called out for you, you blinked abit before snapping out of thought.

"Oh sorry." You were sitting at the dining room table, fork in hand. Your (F/F) On a white decorative plate in front of you.

"Are you okay?" The grey headed male asked, with a concerned look on his face.

Your mouth converted into a smile. "Yeah, everything fine." You proceeded to eat your food.

After afew bites his phone began to buzz, your eyes flicked towards the small device as it buzz on the table top. 

"Going to get that?" You lifted a brow.

"Oh right sorry, you sure? We're eating together afterall?"

You just nodded taking in another mouth full. He got the memo and picked up the phone and left the dining as he answered it.

'Atleast he was trying to be nice' you inhaled then exhaled a long sighed.

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As the day went on your uncle eventually left, bored out of your mind you settled on getting your room fully unpacked.

The clothing items that flooded out of bags that shoved in the corner was now just becoming clutter.

Deciding to be productive, you began to fold the clothing items. Placing them away in the closet which held a white chest drawer.

You place the items in the drawers and shut them.

After cleaning up your open baggage, you needed a space to store the bags.

The closet would've been your first choice if.. it wasn't filled to the brim.

Under your bed wasn't an option either, since it had a spare mattress underneath it.

Leaving them lying around would've been unsettling for one. It would just be a hazard for anyone who wonders into your bed room and also an eye sore.

Taking the two empty bags, already zipped up. To the attic, since that's probably the best place to stuff unwanted things.

You pulled down ladder from the string that hung from the roof of the white hallway.

It slid out falling right in front of your feet. The opening to the attic was dark, black. The familiarity reminded you of Montgomerys room when he would have his little tantrums.

How he blew the lights out made you wonder. The lights were pretty high and also dug into the green ceiling.

He either destroyed the power supply in his room or managed to throw something into the bulbs, making them blow.

Both being the most likely of cases. You took a step forward onto the ladder. Throwing both bags into yours shoulders as you climb up it.

Your head poked through the opening. Meeting a dark dusty room.

Climbing into the opening you then slid out your cellphone to be used as a torch light.

Turning it on the light lit up the area in front of you. Only by afew meters of course.

Moving over the nearby objects them being consisted of box's, old furniture and etc.

You were moreso finding a spot to put yours bags, and incase you needed them again you would know where you had left them last.

All of the area seemed to filled with meaningful or meaningless objects.
So you decided to go deeper into the abess to search.

Each step being met with a screeching noise. A usual reply of the floor boards.

Your phone light made contact with something which may you shriek.
Phone falling fromyour hands grip.

The thing what aluminiunated from phones light stood still.

It features being more revealing to you...

It was an animatronic. No this wasn't like one you would see at the usual plex, this one had a much skinner frame than Montgomery, freddy and etc.

The anatomy of it wasn't like a humans either. It was black, with white strips at its feet. It wore black matching cartoonie shoes . White cartoonie gloves, at its wrists another two white stripes.

It had two white sewed in buttons on its chest. Another white stripe at its neck reminding you of those chokers kids wear.

It's face had a mask, one of those masks you would usual associated with theaters. It's smile was wide eyes dark. It's eyes had dark blue colour strips running from its cheeks to its mouth. Beside it's ever grinning face it had rosy cheeks.

You notice that the mask had its very own face plates. Meaning this animatronic was built to make different faceal expressions. Unlike the daycare attended it was most likely could display expressions much better.

Slowly bending down taking ahold of your phone one more.


Unaware of the new pair eyes peering down at you.








Word count 1009

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