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                       HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIKE!

A HUGE thanks to all of y’all who wished Mike a happy birthday yesterday! Mike had a BLAST, and is looking forward to next year!

  Recognizing that an alleyway was probably not the best place to be, little Scott Cawthon had gone and decided to try and relocate, despite the searing pain in his knee. He had been wandering for what felt like hours, now, limping painfully along unfamiliar streets, and he could feel that nervous panic rising deep within him once again.

  No longer wanting to wander, but also not yet wanting to hide in another alley, he falls down to sit on the edge of the sidewalk. Tears began once more flowing from his dial [what a CRYBABY! You only just managed to stop weeping!] and he wipes his eye on his wrist. He looks up, and finds he had seated himself across the street from some place called ‘FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZA’. The bright, illuminated sign on the front with a cartoon bear mascot was appealing, and while Scott knew he should probably try to find home first, he couldn’t help but clamber to his feet and make his way towards the establishment. It was still winter, and he was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, with sneakers-- totally unprepared for the bone-chilling cold-- and the warmth of shelter drove him to enter.

  Scott peers into the building through the glass, sniffing a little bit as more tears had spilled down the front of his phone, black like the blood scabbing over his knee. He carefully enters the building, peeking around at all the ruckus brought by the groupings of children and adults. Too anxious to speak to anybody, he finds himself standing off to the side of it all, watching the animatronics play their songs [and feeling enamored by that pirate fox in the corner]. He rubs his arms, still shivering from the icy cold.

Oh, another. Next up was the t-shirt he had, and he grabbed the hem to lift it up over his head. For a second he struggled and then it was off, joining the other piece of clothing already off at his feet and leaving his chest bare. “And that’s two. God, I wish I wore more layers of clothes…” A faint shiver ran through him as he added, “I’m gonna come to regret this, aren’t I?”

13. Showing up after disappearing for a week.

No one had any idea where he had gone. For an entire week, Ryan had seemingly just dropped off the face of the earth, leaving no clue as to where he had been. He made no contact with anyone for that time, and some started suspecting he had gotten himself killed somehow. The end of the week proved them wrong, though, when he returned to normal life as if nothing happened, just appearing back at work one day. Of course a few people had already started questioning him within minutes of his reappearance, but he just brushed them off each time, avoiding explaining himself.

*SHAKES FOX DILDO IN FACE* *stops shaking* i’m s-sorry thats rude. *hangs head*

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