#dsaf david

photographs can't capture our magic, we're simply tragic!

(aka, the miller family)

Hey guys *slips and falls on a banana peel*

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Keys walks out towards the second room down the hallway, curious about the suits she assumed were in there.

How desolate…

She looks up at the photo on the wall. The purple figure seemed familiar to her but she couldn’t place where she knew him from. Keys noticed the green bird looking thing on the floor, she picked it up.

“I’ve got to wear this beaten up thing….?”

It appears to be just a parrot onesie that was rather beaten up. She shrugged and decided to put it on.

It smelt like dust and mildew almost unbearably so.

Keys walks out towards the dinning room, it still seems empty and barren. A plain pizza is sitting on one of the table booths, seems someone ordered it and left as it still looked warm. A familiar shriek comes from nearby, she looks down towards the noise.

Large bugs seem to be swarming Mr Cawthon.

“PLEASE HELP ME!”

Keys steps back and towards the pizza, not really wanting to fight these swarming insects. She reached for the pizza before noticing two of the bugs attempting to take the pizza from her.

Keys sighs and takes off the hood of the costume and squares up.

“My fuckin pizza..”

The bugs seem to scatter, taking the pizza with them much to the annoyance of Keys. Mr Cawthon stands up slowly seeming rather shaken from the experience.

“s-so so many bugs… th-they chased me from the-the arcade, they j-just kept coming…”

Mr Cawthon keeps fiddling with his hands as he keeps muttering about the amount of bugs. After a moment he calms down a bit, he reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out some small plastic coins and a blue paper rectangle.

“Th-thank you for helping though! Here h-have some faz t-tokens!”

He hands her the Faz-tokens happily.

Keys looks down at the tokens in her hand rather confused on how she was meant to react, she didn’t really want them but put them into the pocket of the costume.

“Uhh cool.”

He looks around scanning the dinning room.

"Have y-you seen Luke any-anywhere around here? He's m-meant to be wearing th-the yellow suit i-in the back. He's a-about your height with shoulder l-length bl-blonde hair."

“Nope haven’t seen anyone here but you, does this place ever have any customers?”

"S-Strange, this place i-is supposed to be b-busy at this hour. Luke hasn't c-come in for thr-three days now then..."

He seems concerned and looks towards the direction of the kids cove before quickly whipping back to Keys.

"Well I-I have a feeling th-that it'll be o-ok to close early and-and let you go h-home. Please m-make sure to n-not take the costume with you, e-employees aren't allowed to br-bring company property home."

Mr Cawthon waves to Keys as she begins to walk back to the saferoom to return the suit.

She places it back on the ground the same way she found it. Keys notices a sticky note taped to the other suit but shrugs it off, it wasn’t her business to read. She walks out back to the dining room and out the door. Mr Cawthon waved again from inside the doors.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Keys!”

Keys sighs and looks around at the empty parking lot, only half an hour had passed. Hopefully there’d be customers next time. She begins her walk home.