Winston Winchester, father of two, is found dead outside the condemned Freddy Fazbear's Pizza building. The police can't possibly understand how it happened.
But Winston's eleven year old son, Gregory, might have an idea. In fact, he believes it ha...
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October 28, 2014, 1:15 pm
BRIIIIING! Hurricane Elementary School's bell rang, signalling lunch period. With his backpack strap slung over his shoulder, Gregory sat down at an empty seat nearby.He then set his backpack down on a seat next to him.
However, before digging into his burger (which he was one hundred percent sure was not made of real meat) and baked beans, Gregory dug into his backpack. He took out the old walkie-talkie and set it in front of his styrofoam plate.
Gregory absentmindedly shoveled baked beans into his mouth as he once again examined the thing. Last night's bizarre incident replayed in his mind.
Was it all a dream?, Gregory asked himself. Now, in the daytime, the walkie-talkie didn't seem to possess any of the supernatural properties it had last night. This thing doesn't even look like it could turn on.
As Gregory's eyes ran through the walkie-talkie's many smudges, the crackling static he heard last night echoed throughout his mind:
Gregory was snapped out of his daze by obnoxious laughing. He turned to where the commotion was coming from.
Three girls in name-brand clothes were laughing at a plainer looking girl sitting by the table. Gregory, despite himself, leaned closer to investigate. He saw that the sitting girl was crying over a lunch spilled on the floor.
"That's what you get for talking to Brett!", one of the girls cheered. The crying girl looked up from her ruined lunch.
"W-what are you talking about?", she asked in a hoarse voice.
"Y'know... at math class!"
"Wha- he only wanted a pencil!", the bullied girl managed to retort.
One of the mean girls snatched an open notebook that was by the sitting girl's side. She quickly flipped through the drawings inside with a smug raised eyebrow.
"These are weird and stupid," she said snidely. She threw it back at its owner as her friends started laughing again.
Gregory had seen enough. He marched over to the scene, and stood between the crying girl and her bullies.
"Hey, leave her alone!", Gregory said indignantly. "What did she ever do to you?"
"Oh, this must be another boy she's talking to!", one of the girls said.
Another girl rolled her eyes and snickered. "Yeah, as if any boy would EVER want to talk to Kooky Cassie!"
The mean girls all laughed caustically as they returned to their table. Gregory turned back to the girl at the table.
