Bell’s eyes slowly opened, not yet realizing what had happened to her.
Due to the soft bed she was on, she jumped to the conclusion she was in her room. She had thought, only for a moment, that the pizzeria opening had been a simple dream.
But when her eyes adjusted and her mind focused, that turned out not to be the case.
She was in a child’s room, yes, but it was clearly not her own.
There were many, many plushies on the bed. Several of them were characters she barely knew. Some of them were soft and new, but several were rather worn.
Upon looking around the room, she could see several trinkets as well. Just silly little toys… dolls, paddles, noisemakers… They normally were such fun toys to play with.
She had no idea where she was.
Bell’s small hands clenched the covers tightly as tears started to roll down her cheeks.
She wanted her father, she needed him. But instead she had simply ran away. She just wanted to hug him and kiss him, she wanted to apologize.
But she couldn’t. She didn’t know where he was.
The child choked on her tears as she remembered what happened. He told her to stay and she didn’t. Why couldn’t she just listen? Why did she not listen?
He said he wanted to play.
Her eyes widened and her breath hitched as her mind played out what had happened. He had grabbed her and put something on her that made her sleep.
Bell whimpered, wiping the tears off her cheeks with the sheets. She needed to talk to him- or anyone. She needed someone to comfort her.
She took in a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself before she called out.
“F-Fredbear..? A-are you h-here?
The bedroom door opened and a man peered inside.
“Charlotte...?” He whispered. His eyes settled on the child clutching the covers and he smiled, stepping inside and switching on the lights.
The man was tall and thin with messy, dirty blonde hair and stubble on his face, dark eyes contrasted his deathly pale complexion and his plaid shirt and jeans hung on his body in a way that suggested he may have once been a much larger man.
“Oh good! You’re finally awake! You had me kind of worried kiddo; you were asleep for quite a while!” His voice was hoarse and raspy albeit cheerful; as though he had a cold or suffered some kind of accident.
“I’m making breakfast; your favorite! Chocolate-chip pancakes!”
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