(BTW, Haven't posted in a while. May or may not continue in the future. I'm lazy đ)
Hi! thank you so much for coming on here! I have a youtube account by the same name if you want to check that out! Here I will post about my au for FNAF, and probably will post some art/fanart here! Every one is aloud here, and will fit in here! Exept if you support m.a.p.s, incest, pedipholia. that stuff.
Ok, so I just wanted to thank everyone who interacted with my previous video post! It brings me so much joy when I see that someone interacted with my post!
I still donât fully know if Iâll be a super regular poster, but I did want to show all you guys my character designs for the Fazbear frights characters, because I just realised that you guys wouldnât really know whoâs who, especially without colour, so Iâll show my designs for everyone (I have designs for!)
(BTW, most of these are just floating heads, because I like drawing heads the most, and I feel like thatâs a good way to get their design)
ALSO! SPOLIERS!
(Also, read the alt text if you want some extra design notes) (Don't be concerned that they have no mouth in some drawings, I'm too lazy to add it sometimes)
Most of these are either pre-death, or with illusion disks to look normal
Pete Dinglewood -Step closer (Stupid name):
Alec - Lonely Freddy:
Toby Billings - Hide and seek:
Devon Marks - The New Kid:
Sarah - To be Beautiful:
Millie Fitzsimmons - Count the ways:
Reed - The breaking wheel:
Julius - The breaking wheel:
And now, some more characters I have designs for, but might not show up as often (Not saying that everyone above will show up all the time either)
Kelsey - The new kid:
Nole Markham - Blackbird:
Oswald - Into the pit:
Now I do have more designs for more of the characters, but thatâs it for now! I will just say one more thingâŠ
The basics of my au, without going into to much depth, is that the fazbear frights stories take place in the same universe as the games, and the teens who had bad ends to their stories, come together and try to sort out the weirdness going on with Fazbears, while going on adventures on the way (Scooby doo style)
So... I haven't posted in like... 5 years. BUT, because I made this video in my spare time, and the Fazbear frights community has just been SO nice and welcoming, and kind of brought back to life? I decided to post this video.
I should also mention. Because I have grown and matured in the FIVE YEARS (hehe, five nights at freddys) since I last posted, I have changed my personal fnaf au significantly, so any posts in the past won't be really accurate at all (I just threw as many complicated things together into a complicated smoothie just to make it complicated so I seemed smart. It wasn't). Also, they are old posts.
I may, or may not in the future make a post about the au? (This video would be in continuity with the au, but you don't really need it to understand the silly video?) I quite like my time as being a passive viewer, and not having the pressure to post anything. So it's a maybe if I talk about it in the future. (I also do like other things other than Fnaf, btw)
If this is the only thing I post, thanks for watching and being such a nice community đ
Now the story behind it, I have been watching game theorys videos of it, and a theory on there, is, what if Gregory was an animatronic? And I really like that personally, so, fanart tho shall be.
and yes, I did it in real life, and had to take a pic with my not very clean camera. sue me.
I am so so sorry about being logged off for so long! I just, have done it! And for that, Iâm going to post a whole LOT of my art that I drew after this, from a whole array of fandoms. So letâs start! ( I may post some on there own if I really want)
TW: some gore near the beginnin. if you want to see the non gore, go past the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd artworks
So, this a piece of art of an older bubbles (Ppg) getting shot in the head with a lazar. I got inspiration for that of something I drew before that
It Harold from c.u, or tetoc. (Iâm NOT saying the name) getting stabbed from an alternate universe him fro the books. And yes, heâs also older.
This, is gory thing of a thought of âwhat if the scalpel actually fell in his eye?â And tada.
This is a (unfinished) piece of art of a character interpretation of a game I never talked about. itâs what I think user looks like from âthere is no gameâ
now this. This is an idea on my au⊠if nole from blackbird, gets experimented on and turns intoâŠ.. thatâŠ..
so, in class a few months ago, for writing, we had to make a kinda, scenery description for a certain picture, and, I turned it into a quick little story. (this probably needs more editing, but Iâm getting it the way I gave it to my teacher.)
She stood in the glittery snow, the frosty powder reaching past her ankles. She ignored it, as she awed at the crimson sky. The chilly wind hit her face, ruffling her hair. She stared at the forest, with trees that looked like they were in a competition for who was the tallest. She scanned her surroundings with amazement. It was beautiful. No, beautiful was an understatement, it was, enchanting. She desperately wished she brought her phone to take a picture, but she left it at her house on earth. She glanced at the blue-y, green marble that she was previously thinking about, miniscule compared to the amber moon, glaring at the planet. She looked at the ice ramp, that -presumably- one of her little sisters made.âTo make it easier for the ship to fly againâ. A pain ached in her heart at the reminder that they had to leave. The planet made her feel... safe, at home. She gazed at the cotton like clouds, icy-cold tears, prickling in her eyes. She didnât want to leave. The wind whisked past her, almost as if it didnât want her to leave ether, waving the 14 year olds caramel hair around. She gripped the puffer jacket her father got her, tears silently running down her face, as she didnât want to leave the only place that felt like home. âThen donâtâ, a sudden voice stated, making her jump, as she whisked her head around to find the person whose voice that belonged to. There was no one there. âStayâ. She stopped. She turned her eyes to her father, fixing the rundown spaceship that they were in when it unexpectedly crashed. She turned back to the forest, with a sense of longing. She heard the crunches of the snow before she realized she was running into the forest, but even when she did, she didnât stop.  Â
hereâs the link to the picture:Â https://drive.google.com/file/d/1SvyIrf4BNPieS0snDX_JgRzV-h5WwFZ8/view?usp=sharing
I donât know.... a drawing that I drew of my au pete, from step closer.      Dark red - after dead, red - normal, dark blue - inner feelings-ish.
Um, I mean they don't really know each other. since in my au, carlton is dead, he just hangs out with henery, helping with stuff, and kid charlie, and older charlie when they find her. the only reason that carlton knows about the fazbear frights at all, is sometimes pete babysits susie.
The backstory behind it is that chris (he told me everything) made a sort of potion for pete that could grow back eyes. It.....uhhhh, worked to well...
It could technically count as the mashup goretober thing Iâm doing.
also, in my au, phones were a thing in like, the 50âČs.
Millie:
she technically possesses funtime freddy, but since her body is inside of funtime freddy, she can posses her own dead body, which she does (this is a normal thing)
greg:
when the story ends, and kimberly is dead at his door, he runs away. he ends up going to a town to see a âfreddy fazbears reopening!â. he curiously goes in. he then follws some kids, a 15 year old girl named ophelia, a 14/15 year old girl named samntha, and someone else. turns out there following a yellow bunny man.
He is now toy bonnie.
Alec:Â Â
heâs secretly inlove with tea. It calms him down
âalecâ:
the main reason lonely freddyâs were made was to get more âpeopleâ under aftons contol. though they do have a system. if someone finds out, eliminate them. if itâs multiple, off youself. alecs family found out, 4 years after tff was formed. it was after present 1, but before they face willaim for the first time.
also lonely freddy is like, bill cipher, in dippers body. doesnât care about harming it. one time he was about to stab his hand with a fork, but then hazel came, so he didnât.Â
hazel:
20 years after tff is formed, she getâs murdered in an allyway. alec finds her and is, UPSET. he ends up finding a rusty bonnet, fixing her up (with help), and somehow, puts her soul into bonnet.
Devon:Â
his dad is willaim afton.........
Pete:
When he was 14, he sometimes hang out with the fnaf 4 tormentors. I mean......they were the same age...
susie:
The susie from fruity maze (I think thatâs what the games called) and the susie from coming home are the same susie. the one from fruity maze though is an illusion disk version of susie (she was with the fazbear frights, they each have disguse illusion disks). plus, she first died in 1977, and didnât die with the rest of everyone (they didnât die together in the first place anyways....)
samantha:
 ten years late, she goes to a grand re-opening of freddyâs. she then spots something, and decides to follow it. when sheâs following it, she mets a girl named ophelia, and a boy named greg.
sheâs now mangelÂ
Toby:
toby actually watched willaim murder susie. before he was caught by willaim. Letâs just say he has a little virus in him now.
that and his mum is mrs afton before she became mrs afton.
julius:
 he secretly had a MASSIVE crush on reed, since, kindergarden. but julius found out the only way to get reeds attention was to be mean. Julius was around reed for so long though, that the meaness kinda, leaked into his personality.
chris:
 is a clone of evan (C.c). his personality was specificaly designed by dave (willaim). even his fears. the reason he had a fear of teeth? dave made that so he wouldnât be able to figure out heâs a clone, or so there wouldnât be anymore clones of him (which, backfired.)
âchrisâ:
the chris clone isnât dangerous. a week after âhe told me everythingâ takes place, he goes into his dads workshop, only to find a journal fulled with how heâs a clone of a clone. he then unfortunately, gets stabbed, and locked up in a familular, box. thereâs one last thing he hears before he blacks out when heâs being put in the box. âI will put you back together.â
dave, then uses a hidden machine that makes false memories, and can also hide some, on his wife and daughter, making them forget chris even existed.
emma:
she is a clone of elizabeth. when he reaches highschool, she creates an animatronic based off some blueprint in her dads office. she calls the animatronic, elanor. she built her to try and find someone that she canât remember much, but knowâs is important.Â
angel:
her story actually took place a month after hide and seek, at the same location. the reason dominic is new boss in training. letâs say it has something to do with tobyâs âdisappearanceâ. Gumdrop angel attraction? Something new to replace hide and seek. anyways, angel getâs saved by the lights flickering in and off by somesort of unnatural thing (cough, toby, cough). and animatronics like her, or lonely freddy, can move naturally when its dark.Â
the place ended up closing, but not actually closing so tff could come in and let angel and toby join.
charlie (puppet):
she was the one who put the dead bodys in the suits. also, when she died, her soul went into the puppet, but her agony went into a rag-doll that henry used to make the animatronic herâs.
charlie rag-doll:
the charlie ragdoll, gained agony, letting it make, a sort of artificial soul, that had no previous memories, but would be able to go on and experence things. henry made the animatronic herâs and put the rag-doll inside. henery made it so when the rag-doll was inside the animatronic, the animatronic itâs self wouldnât have any memeories, letting charlie live her life as normal as it could be.
TSE charlie:
since each of the charlie stages have an animatronic, her animatronic was funtime foxy. after Tfc, something went of, turning her back into funtime foxy.
carlton:
he posseses molten freddy a month after tfc. yay.... also, willaim tryied dragging him down to hell, and it.... kinda worked? I mean.... Molten freddy down there is the only one with an actual soul.
also since molten freddy is also tecnacaly ennard, he has all of ennards memories. and ennard as all the memories of the funtimes. and the funtimes have the memories of the souls. so like, carlton gained like, 7 extra set of memories. OOF.
jessica:Â
sometime after tfc she posses funtime chica.
john:Â
sometime after tfc, he posses glamrock freddy.
vanny:
she is not security girl. she is tape girl. And maria from step closerÂ
willaim.
in the past, he duplicated himself. one remained willaim, and the other, dave.Â
sped up to his time in hell, the glitchtrap code duplicated himself once again. so there are 3 willaims going around, making havic on the world. jesus.
So, before we start on the story I have a few things to say
TW:Blood, crawly things under skin.
This followâs Carlton, a month after the events of fourth closet.
This is not cannon, and just happens in my au.
Carlton hastily walked through the old rocky streets of hurricane. He gripped at his grey hoodie sleeves, the soft material becoming weaker every time he wore it. It had been a month. A month since he was released from the hospital. A month since he almost died for a second time. A month since Charlie went missing again. A month since he was faced with the serial killer, William Afton. A month since he was stabbed in the chest with remnant.
A month since he saw Michael.Â
After the accident, Carlton was always on high alert when walking around hurricane, and always precocious of everything he did, always, always afraid of something. Carlton didnât like it. Not one bit. He didnât show how much Freddys impacted him last time, Even though a few years ago he was shaken to the core. Nightmares always awoke him, making him silently shed tears. And they were always the same thing. What if. What if this, what if that.
What if Charlie didnât save him?
 But unlike a few years ago, unfortunately, he wasnât so silent about waking up. Since leaving the hospital, sometimes he awoke by being shaken by his dad, a look of worry on his face, as he was told he was screaming. His face turned bright pink after that. Carlton sighed, looking back on the many memories he had of awakenings exactly like that, as he continued to walk home.Â
CLANG!
Carltons soul jumped, as he whipped his head around, his eyes skuttering around, his adrenaline spiked. There wasnât anything there. Carlton put his hand on his chest, in an attempt to calm down his nerves. While he was still trying to calm down, he caught eyes with something rusty, in an alleyway, but as soon as he caught eyes on it, it seemed to duck around an alleyway corner. Carltons breath stopped. He stepped back, shaking. All he wanted to do was run straight to his house, or Jessica's, or Johnâs, or someone who he knew he could trust, but a small part of him, a part of him that he now kept tucked away because he knew it was dangerous, was curious. It was such a small part of him that it shouldnât have any influence on what he did, and he should just get out of there and go home. Key word: shouldnât.
As he began walking down the alleyway, he kept on thinking of turning back, but his feet decided they had their own mind today. And plus, as many thoughts as there were that this scenario was dangerous, there were equal amounts that stated he was overreacting, and that it was probably just a mouse. And besides, nothing terrible would happen!
Oh how wrong he was.
Carlton turned the corner of the weirdly designed alleyway, to faceâŠ.
Trash Cans and bins. Carlton let the feeling of disappointment and relief flood him. He turned back around to get out of the way too creepy alleyway, But then he heard it. Another shuffle. Carlton slowly turned his head, his face full of fear and curiosity. But mainly fear. Absolutely mainly fear. He heard another shuffle, making the hair on his neck stand up even more than it already was. He thought he heard it from one of the closest bins near him, and even though every nerve screamed at him not to get closer, he found himself unwillingly walking up to it. Once he approached the bin, he had to jump and pull his body up to look in. It was empty. Absolutely empty. Not even a single trash bag. Satisfied with his results, Carlton jumped back down, then patted the metal bin. He turned to leave once again, but before he could take his hand off, he heard another sound. It was quiet, but ear shattering, and he immediately covered his ears with his hands. The screeching ended after a few seconds, and Carlton warely removed his hands, afraid that it would start again. He turned his head to the bin, a wave of annoyance and repetition consuming him. He stomped over to the bin and looked inside, and yet again. Nothing. Just like last time. Carlton rolled his eyes as he jumped down, and felt the bin slide a bit. Carlton probably wouldnât have noticed it, but after...everything, he found his senses heightened. That and the wheel rolled on his foot. âDAMN IT!â Carlton yelled, as he pushed the bin off. After a few seconds of wiggling his foot, he realized something. He looked at the bin, with a new wave of uncertainty. He approached it as if it was a monster going to eat him.
 Or a deadly suit.
Then he began to look over the bins, to see if he could spot anything from behind. He looked over the shiny plastic lids, on his tippy toes.
He shouldnât have looked over.
Suddenly, a bear, that reminded him of Freddy, jumped out from behind the bin, and let out an earth shattering screech. He didnât look like any type of Freddy that Carlton knew though. It looked as if it didnât have an exoskeleton, just a tangle of wires, with what Carlton thought -and hoped-, were animatronics eyes mixed in. But itâs face, looked like it was about to fall apart, all rusty. Hints of bronze and silver only peaked out from underneath.
Carlton screamed, falling on his back, shuffling back to try to get away from it. Of course, it didnât keep away, as it lept on Carlton. Carlton shrieked, kicking the thing, off of him. Carlton desperately stood up, stumbling, starting to run away, and. Get. Out.
Unfortunately for Carlton, the Freddy abomination reached out and took a hold of Carltons legs, leading him to fall on his face. Tears pricked up in his eyes, but he didnât care. He just wanted to get out of the stupid alleyway. The red head screeched when the wires climbed further up, and he desperately tried to pry the wires off his legs.
 It didnât work. If anything it just angered the broken Freddy even more. Wires continued to slither up Carlton's body, like snakes. Thousands of snakes. Tears streamed down his face, as he continued screaming, trying to get rid of the thing that reminded him of so many traumatizing memories.
It Didnât work.
Carlton screamed, the loudest scream heâs screamed yet, with a burst of adrenaline, he dragged his leg out of the wires and coyles, kicking it in the face in the process. It fell back on the ground with a satisfying thump.Â
Carlton scrambled up, his pulse was out of his body by the time he began running for the corner. He could just about see it, when he felt something wrap around his body, and his body sprung back, just like a spring. He landed in the pile of wires, that seemed to make its own little wall, or spider's web. The thousands of wires wrapped around his arms and legs, keeping him in place. He tried to pull away, but his arms snapped right back in place, like glue.
Or Aftons bounds.
 A face he knew was the animatronics -or whatever it was- stretched out in front of him. And I mean, literally stretched. Wires that came from seemingly nowhere helped it do that. It reminded Carlton of a giraffe's neck. The face seemed to stare at Carlton, as if looking for something. After about a minute, Carlton felt a prickling pain on his wrist. He tried to ignore it, arguing that it would go away, and he would also regret turning to face his wrist. The pain didnât go away. If anything it just got worse. After about a while of this, he snapped his head to look at what was wrong. The pile of wiresâŠ..was cutting open his wrist, overlapping the same cut, over and over again, as if trying to make it wider. And there was the blood. All of this blood. Streams and streams of it, running from his wrist, before inevitably falling on the ground, creating a puddle. Carlton immediately felt nauseous, and regretted looking at the thousands of drops of blood. HIS blood. Carlton tried pulling his hand out of the way, but instead, just ended up accidentally shoving the wire into the cut. He screamed, as the nerves in his wrist affected his entire body. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if to stop the pain. It didnât. He then felt something, very, VERY unsettling. And it was PAINFUL too. Almost as painful as the remnant. Almost. Carlton opened his eyes to see what the pile of wires was doing. It horrified him. The wires,Â
were crawling up his wrists.Â
Wires, hundreds of them, were crawling up under his skin. He then screamed, not in fear like before, but in agony. The slithering continued up his arm, as Carlton bent down in pain. The rest of the wires wrapped around his body to stop him falling to the ground. A shriek escaped his mouth, as his shoulder jerked up, due to the fact that hundreds of wires were now crawling on his nerves on his shoulders. Ok, maybe now it was a little more painful than the remnant. A little. He looked up, to face the Freddy mask, just, staring at him. Carlton stared back, with one thought crossing his mind. What is it doing?
Carltons head then jerked down, and all feeling in his neck was gone, which terrified him. Tears fell down his face, as he began to silently sob. He felt his head being lifted up. He hesitantly opened his eyes, to face the Freddy creature doingâŠ. Honestly Carlton didnât know what it was doing. He ground his teeth, as tears continued to soak his face, the excruciating pain not stopping for even a moment. After a few seconds, Carlton realised it was looking at his neck. Carlton gave the Freddy, -which Carlton realized, looked sorta molten together- his skeptical eyes through the level of tears, that seemingly came from nowhere. It wasnât until itâs wires came closer to Carlton's neck, did he realize what it was going to do. Carlton thrashed around, one last shot of adrenaline burst through his body, trying to get away from those particular wires. He only stopped when the wave of pain got inflicted onto his body, making him gasp for breath. Out of nowhere, a wiry, disfigured hand held his face in place, making him keep still. Carlton felt a sudden swipe across his neck, and then pain erupted through his body. Carlton screamed, as he felt bucket loads of the crimson liquid leak from the gaping whole in his neck. He gasped for breath, the taste of blood pilling up in his mouth. A familiar sense of tiredness consumed him. He felt his cheek hit the stoney pavement before blacking out.
                              ***
Jessica layed on her bed, reading what she had to read for homework, or at least trying to read, but instead kept flicking her eyes to her phone (pretend that phones were a thing then). Carlton left from her apartment, and said he was going to go home. She asked him if he would call her when he got home. He promised he would. That was 2 hours ago. Jessica knew that his house was more on the edge of town, but it wouldnât have taken 2 HOURS to get there. Probably 45 minutes at the least, and 1 hour and a half at the most. She had experience going back and forth this past month. Carlton wouldnât admit it, but she would see the worry in his eyes whenever someone talked about that day. The day they rescued the kids from the new pizzeria. The day that Charlie went missing again, though she suspected John knew what happened.
The day she thought Carlton died.
She would never forget it. Finding him was a miracle, but yet, she was terrified. He probably wouldâve died if they didnât find him right then. Jessica remembered very clearly. The amount of blood he was losing through that stab wound. His sickeningly pale skin. His shallow breathing. When the ambulance came she wanted to go with them. She wanted to watch over him, to make sure he was alright. If anything, she was acting like Marla. When the ambulance left, and they were all waiting for Clay, she remembered, very vividly, looking over and finding a childâs drawing right next to where they found Carlton. She knew that she didnât see it earlier, and pocketed it, in case it was Carltons. It was. She remembered talking to Carlton in his hospital room.
-She also remembered entering her house to the mess of the hallway. She was quite annoyed.-
 He was acting as if nothing happened at all, and he was his bright and cheery self. Everyone thought nothing of it, but a week after, when he left the hospital, he started acting, weird⊠It started off gradually, him just being skittish when someone suddenly snuck up behind him, making less jokes, and wanting to go to town less. Completely normal behavior, everyone thought. But that was before Clay told them that he sometimes awoke to Carlton screaming in his sleep.Â
Screaming about how he was sorry he couldnât save them. Screaming about how they couldnât trust him. Screaming about someone getting away from him.
Screaming in pure agony.
(Jessica wondered who they were.)
When Clay told them about Carlton, Jessica had to admit, she didnât think it was so bad. But that was before she went over to their house.
She was over to help with the investigation of finding Charlie again. John was also over. Said he had to leave his apartment.Â
They were in the living room, reading over some files that honestly just confused Jessica. John was lying on the couch, just staring at the ceiling. Jessica looked up from the files to try and clear her head. She looked around at the surroundings, only to find that someone was missing. âClay, whereâs Carlton?â she asked, turning to the older man. He stopped for a second before looking at her. She didnât miss the concern that flashed on his face. âHe went to bed early, and, by the looks of it, you two should be heading off to bed soonâ. Jessica was about to reply with how her and John's home was about an hour away, when a scream echoed through the house. A look of shock was on everyone's faces. âWHAT. WAS. THAT!â John yelled, a hint of worry in his voice. Clay looked over to him sadly. âCarlton has been getting nightmares lately, didnât I tell you?â a look of confusion on his face when he said the last part. John looked away in shame. She knew that he didnât think they were that bad, that and the fact he was still grieving over Charlie. Suddenly, another ear-piercing scream erupted through the house. This wasnât like the last one though, it sounded, painful. She stared at John, giving him a look, and he looked back, then nodded. They both rushed upstairs and burst into Carltons room. The scene was terrifying. Carlton was screaming in pure agony. He was clutching his sleeves as if he was going to die if he let them go. Hot tears streamed down his face onto his pillow case, and he was curled up as if he was in pain. To him he probably was in pain. âCarltonâŠâ Jessica whispered, making her way into the boys room. âCarlton, CARLTON!â she shouted, panic settling into her voice, as she shook him. He shot up, gasping for breath. He looked over from his bed, and then, unexpectedly, hugged her. It was so sudden, that all she could do was stand there. John's eyes widened from the hallway at the unexpected hug. Jessica was about to ask Carlton to get off of her, when she heard that he was rambling about something. âPlease donât go, I donât want to be alone again, donât leave me please, Iâm sorry, donât leave, Please donât goâ. He kept on repeating, in between gasps for breaths and silent sobs. It pulled at her heart. She turned to John, who was silently sneaking into the room. Then all of a sudden, his grip seemed to tighten, and he started loudly sobbing. âItâs my fault, itâs all my fault, itâs my fault, itâs always my fault, heâs dead because of me!â he yelled out the last part, shocking both of the others even more. He thought Michael was his fault? Carlton began shaking, stepping back, surprising jessica. He clutched his arms before hyperventilating and rambling on, and on about something Jessica didnât know about. âThey left me, they left me, they left me, they left me, they left meâŠâ he continued on and on, stepping back until he hit the wall, before sliding down, still grasping onto his arms. âJohn, go get Clay, NOW!â she shouted the last part, whipping her head around to face John, tears making the way to her eyes. John didnât need to be asked twice, as he ran out of the room. She turned her eyes to face Carlton, panic making the way through her body. And he kept repeating the same thing over and over again.â..They left me, they left me, they left me, they left me, they left me, they left me, Iâm going to die here. Itâs all my fault! I shouldnât have told them!â Realisation hit her hard when she realized what he was referring to. Was he still thinking of that? âI got Clay-â she heard John start, before looking down onto Carltonâs hyperventilating body. Clay pushed fords, and Jessica clearly saw the look of horror on his face. She guessed she had the same. He slowly walked up Carlton before bending down and placing his hand on Carlton's shoulder. Jessica saw Carlton flinch, before looking at his dad, with a face that would make mostly everyone cry. He then looked at her, before his head dropped onto his fathers shoulder. He was unconscious.
âWhatâŠ.was that?â John finally asked, when they closed his bedroom door after they placed Carlton back onto his bed. He looked so peaceful, and not like he was screaming in pain a few minutes ago. Nobody could quite answer him. âIâmâŠ.. sorry. Itâs never been this bad. Not even closeâ. Clay looked at them with a face of worry. None of them have ever seen Carlton like this before, wallowed in screams and self doubt. It scared Jessica. Alot. âI know what he was talking aboutâŠâ Jessica whispered, which surprised the three of them. âTalking about..what?â John asked, his voice soft. Tears fell down her eyes at the thought. âY-you know, how Carlton kept on saying over and over again that âthey left meâ?â Jessica asked, looking at John. He nodded, confused. Jessica gulped before starting again. âI-I think he w-was referring to the, the Freddy incidentâ she stuttered. Confusion was all over Johnâs face. âBut, you said that he went looking for the little kid himsel-â âI meant the the a few years ago.â a wave of horror washed up along Johnâs face, as the realisation hit him too, maybe even harder. The hallway was silent. âOh my godâŠ.â. His response was honest. âWe left him! We left him there! How on earth has he been able to forgive us, nonetheless act like everything was fine for years! He was stuck in that suit for over 24 hours! He couldâve died! He wouldâve died! And afterwards he acted like everything was ok! And we believed him! Even while he had that concussion and was puking his guts out, he was somehow able to ask if weâre ok!â John ranted, pacing back and forth. Clay looked at them hesitantly, afraid to say anything that would set them off. âYou two should head off to bed, and donât worry, you can stay the night.â Jessica and John looked at each other with a worried glance, before trudging off to the spare rooms they slept in last time.
Jessica sighed, shaking her head, as she continued on with trying to read her homework. He probably just forgot.
BUZZ!
Jessica looked up and saw who just texted her.
Clay
<Hey, can you tell Carlton to leave your place soon?
I canât get ahold of him on my phone.
Jessica looked at the message, confused by what he meant by that.
                                             Um, he left a while ago>
                                                           Why?>
<Really?! He hasnât come home yet.
Concern washed over her face as she furiously typed.
                                      I thought he was at your house!>
<How long ago did he leave your house
                                                             âŠ>
<Jessica?...
                                                    2 hours agoâŠ>
<REALLY! Iâm going to go look for him. Can you please help?
                                       Of course, heâs my best friend!>
Panic settled into Jessica. He wasnât at his house?! She lept off her bed, grabbing a random jacket on the back of her desk chair in the process. She slipped it on, as her hands stumbly pressed John's number. Of course, only after she tried to call Carlton. He didnât pick up. She was halfway down the stairs of her apartment when John picked up. âJessica?â John answered tiredly, even though it was about three in the afternoon. âJohn! Can you help me look for Carlton? I thought he was at his house, but his dad just texted to ask him to leave mine!â She started yelling, hearing the pitter patter of her footsteps. âOk, ok Iâm up-â Jessica wondered what he was doing before she called. â-how long ago did he leave?â âTWO HOURS AGO! JOHN, do you think I would call you about this if he left 10 minutes ago?!â she yelled, finally making her way to the ground floor, before throwing open the doors âOk, Iâm sorry ok! Have you tried calling Carlton?â she heard the shuffling around his house, as if to try and find something. âYes! He didnât pick up!â her voice was frantic, as she walked out to the streets outside of her house. âOk, Iâll look around my apartment, you look around yours, weâll check in with each other in 30 minutes again. Ok?â she heard the jingling of keys in the door from her phone. âOkâ she responded back. There was the loud beep of the call ending. She looked around the streets, panicked.
It had been 30 minutes. No one has found Carlton yet. She was rushing past the shops, resisting the urge to scream his name. The sound of ringing from her phone distracted her for a fraction of a second, as she brought the ringing phone to her ear. âHello?â âJessica, itâs John, have you found Carlton yet?â She let herself sigh as she continued walking. âNo I havenât John. Heâs nowhere near his walk home from my house!â She looked across the street, in hopes to find an adorable red tuft of hair. She couldnât spot it. She was about to look away, she thought she spotted something in an alleyway. She squinted. Her eyes widened. âJessica? You still there?â she heard John's voice ask. âI think I should call the police.â She answered, mindlessly. âWhat! Why?!â She heard John yell in her ear, just like she was doing half an hour ago. Jessica then realized what she just said. âI spotted some blood across the street, in an alleyway, and Iâm sure I can stop the search for a second to call the police.â She told John, as she started crossing the street (looking both ways, obviously), âJohn?â âDo you think itâs Carlton?â. She reached the outside of the alleyway when he said that. She stopped. He said it so quiet, that she almost missed it. She hadnât thought of that. She gulped. âI h-hope itâs not.â She knew that he heard her stutter. She took a deep breath, before stepping into the alleyway. She stopped right before turning the corner. And right before stepping into blood. It looked as if it was still slowly spreading. It looked new, but not brand new ether. Approximately an hour and a half. She shook off the fact that Carlton would be around here at that time. She took a deep breath in before turning the corner.
Her phone collided with the ground. Her eyes widened. Her breath stopped. All she could do was stand. After what felt like eternity, Jessica slowly placed one foot in front of the other, slowly making her way to the thing that rendered her speechless. It was like she was walking through honey. After a few steps, she started sprinting, like it was the end of the world. And for her, it might have been.
âCARLTON!â Tears rushed to her eyes as she knelt by the body of one of her best friends.âFriend? Yeah right.â Blood soaked her jeans, but Jessica didnât notice. She was trying to turn the body over to face her. When the body came to face her, she stifled a gasp. Just barely. She started bawling her eyes out, like a little kid. His face was all scratched up. No, not scratches, gashes, all over his face. His ginger hair was soaked with the crimson liquid. A gigantic, deep, cut was slashed on his neck, and looked like it was still bleeding. Cuts covered his legs. Jessica took deep gasps of breaths in, as she gingerly lifted his head up, cradling it like a baby. Tears kept on flowing from her eyes, as she looked at his wrists, (for some odd reason). She stared at them, as if looking for something. She carefully rolled up the grey sweaters sleeves -which were now more maroon than grey-. Her breath stopped for a second time. There were deep gashes across his wrist, but it wasnât just that, that made her breath stop. By what she could tell, there were pieces of metal, inside his wrist and under his skin. She started sobbing uncontrollably, not hearing John's request to know what was going on.
                                ***
John heard. He was confused, but heard. He heard the sound of clashing against the ground, and Jessica screaming, then sobbing from a distance. âJessica, who was it? Are you ok? Jessica? Jessica?!â Then, John stopped, recalling what he said earlier.
âDo you think itâs Carlton?â Â
Tears silently made its way down his face, plopping on the concrete ground below him. John started rushing around, asking continuous questions of âwhere are you?â Â After about ten minutes, he heard, just over a whisper, âIâm at ***********â . As soon as heard the address, he rushed over as fast as he could.Â
He couldnât have missed it. There were police cars everywhere. And what felt like hundreds of ambulances. John's eyes scuttered around until he spotted Jessica. It wasnât hard. She was just to the side of the alleyway. She was sobbing. Tears made their way down her already red face. Officer Burke was standing next to her, his hand on her shoulder. His eyes were hazy, as if he wasnât exactly there with them, and he just left his body behind. It looked like he had been crying too. He made his way up to them, just as other officers started putting up yellow tape. Suddenly, he was wrapped around in an unexpected hug. He felt hot tears hit his shoulders. He then let his own tears slip from his eyes. For it was a day where they lost one of their own.
Little did anyone know, but the rusty pile of wires, at the back on the alleyway, that no one gave a second glance at, now burned with a new life.
