𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮 || 𝓕𝓝𝓐𝓕 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬

3 - Lucky Day

September 16th, 1985 - Hurricane Elementary School

No one could say he didn't try—he did... he really tried his best. On the outside, Evan Afton was just a quiet, shy kid who hardly seemed to pay attention, when he wasn't sleeping in class. His grades were barely enough. He didn't get into trouble, mostly because he was too scared of his father, but he wasn't exactly a great student either.

If only they knew what was happening inside him... Why did it look like that kid hadn't closed his eyes in a week?

As the young boy yawned for what felt like the twentieth time in half an hour, he noticed his teacher giving him a slight glare. He wanted to brush it off—yawning wasn't against the rules—but he hated being the center of attention and didn't want the teacher to get suspicious. So, he quickly sat up straight and pinched himself to stay awake.

He let out a small whimper of pain. Great. Why was he so fucking stupid?

Some of his classmates glanced at him, while his teacher definitely did, as he was asking them to just forget about him under his breath. He hated it... but he had no choice. Nobody here, or in the whole school or whatever place might be, had to deal with what he lived every night. It has been like that for weeks now...

But he had to do it. So, he stared at the board and noticed that he didn't even know it was all about math. Fraction? Well... he didn't like that much. But he still focused, like all the time he had to hear their breathing at his bedroom door. The boy almost dozed off, his head felt heavy, like an anvil... so he supported it with his hand. It wasn't a big deal... he could say he was just bored, not sleepy, right? He closed his eyes... just for a small moment...

"Evan?"

Shit. He opened his eyes immediately. The board was filled with new stuff. How long had he been napping? He had no idea, but it definitely wasn't just two seconds.

"Uh... yeah?" he mumbled.

"Well, answer the question," she said, frowning a little.

God, this was embarrassing. He looked around; everyone had their math manuals out. The boy tensed up and quickly dug through his bag.

Yeah, great. Fantastic. He'd been so focused on the deadly animatronics that wanted to kill him at night that he forgot to pack his stuff. Of course, no one was sitting next to him; he was such a loser. He shook slightly.

"I... I... don't have m... my manual, ma'am... sorry..." he mumbled again, feeling pathetic.

Some of his classmates chuckled, but he couldn't care less as he stared at his desk.

"Evan, look at me," the teacher ordered firmly.

He lifted his head, biting his lip. This wasn't as scary as dealing with the Nightmares, but if there was anything scarier than school, it was his dad. He couldn't imagine how William Afton would react if he got a call from the school.

"Y... yeah?"

"Next time, don't forget your stuff, or you'll get a punishment."

Evan's face turned pale, as if she had just announced his death sentence. At least his father wouldn't be involved... but now he was trembling, and he could see the teacher noticed, her gaze softening as she looked around the class.

"But today, I won't mind... for now, take a seat next to Gabriel; he has his manual."

Evan quickly nodded. A punishment? He could handle that. A call to his father? Hell no. He wasn't suicidal.