Garroth

Our parents knew each other?

That's... Actually weird. My parents usually are friends with people that have companies and everything...

I started to unpack, curious about her rules.

No touching her stuff, I get. But... The room downstairs is off limits? What's in there She doesn't want me to see?

I was quiet as I hung up some of the stuff and set everything else down.

I was okay with moving out from the guys... I didn't get a wink of sleep last night... Because they couldn't stop fighting over Moon Fights because episode 4 isn't a thing.

I was quiet before walking out of the room.

There were a few pictures on the wall, literally drawn on.

There was one drawn of two girls, two boys, and a mom and dad. The girls and boys looked about ten years in age difference...

I was quiet as I looked over at another drawing, that was on the ceiling... It spooked me...

I bit my lip as I walked out of the hall. I swear... The red pupils followed me down the hall.

The kitchen light was on when I looked in.

(y/n) was drying the dishes, a pair of (f/c) headphones on over her (h/l)(h/c) hair.

I smiled lightly as I looked into the dining room. There was a pile of papers on a cracked table. It confused me that the table was cracked... But...

Nevermind.

(y/n) softly sang whatever she was listening to. She didn't see me as I walked back down the hall and into my room.

She did sound really pretty though...

Maybe... I should just wait... And see...

The day passed fairly fast. We finished dinner and, I noticed her go downstairs.

I was quiet before looking at my room, figuring out if I should follow... or not...

I turned and quietly followed her down.

She walked into the room she told me not to go in... There was a slit of glass, like a window on the top that was kicked out.

When she closed the door, I quietly went down.

I looked in and saw her. She leaned against a table, pulling the sleeves of her shirt up and looking across the room.

There was a punching bag, that looked hard, hanging from the ceiling.
She sighed before walking over to it. She steadied it before I noticed clear crystal tears going down from her chin.

My face contorted in confusion before she punched the bag, leaving a fist sized dent in it.

My eyes widened. Wow...

She moved away from it before picking up a few things and setting them on the table.

All around the room were placed where dust had never settled. The shapes similar to animatronic figures.

The wall had a poster for FredBear's with the whole thing scribbled out in white paint.

My gaze shifted to the table, seeing blue prints.

"Dad... What the hell have you created..." I heard (y/n) say.

I was confused before noticing the blueprints.

One was of a very dance Freddy FazBear. The top said it was named Fun-Time Freddy and Bon-Bon...

She sighed before picking up a magnifying glass and sitting on the table, looking at it closely.

I watched her, partially intrigued. I know I shouldn't... But... It was interesting.

She had taken off her long sleeved shirt, but was wearing a tank top underneath it. She had her hair pulled back before she walked back over to the punching bag, hitting it multiple times.

I was quiet when I realized, I probably should just leave.

One, it was actually midnight and two, there's a reason she told me to stay out... Maybe I should just talk to her instead of spying on her...

I quietly smiled before walking softly upstairs and into my room.

I shut the door as I changed into my pajamas and laid down on the bed.

The ceiling was a pastel blue, familiar to my old room back at home...

The moonlight outside shined into the room.

I want to talk to her... But... Earlier... I just kept blushing.

I hate the fact that... when I talk to someone I like, I blush... And... She thought it was funny.

"You blush every time a girl talks to you, or it just me." She smirked as I bit my lip.

"Shut up..." I said softly as I looked away.

She giggled. "Chill."

I looked at her and chuckled. "Fine."

(y/n) smiled lightly at me, small dimples in her cheeks.

Okay... That's kind of adorable.

She laughed softly before finishing her part of the food.

"Want to taste test it or do you want me to?" She said.

I shrugged. "Sure."

She took a small amount out and gave it to me on a fork.

I took a bite of it before smiling. "Irene, (y/n). That's amazing!"

She smiled. "Good. Cause it's the only thing I can remember to do without instructions."

I chuckled. "Yeah?"

She nodded softly as she looked up at me.

She almost matched my height, her forehead meeting about my eyes.

That's kind of crazy.

"So, you never told me about your family. What are they like?" She asked as she got two bowls and put food in it.

"Well, I have... my parents, then two younger brothers, and a baby sister." I said.

(y/n) smiled. "Neat."

"What about you?" I asked her as she gave me a bowl.

"Well, I have a twin brother, then a younger sister and..." Suddenly she froze. "... a little brother..." She said as if she wasn't sure of it.

I looked at her. "You okay?"

She shook her head. "Yeah. I'm fine." She knocked the side of her head. "Mental block."

I smiled lightly. "Alright..."

She giggled before the two of us sat at the dining room table.

We continued talking, though, mostly I talked. She would listen.

Ever since I asked her about her own family... She... Was distant from me...

I closed my eyes and fell asleep quickly.

She's an interesting person...

Maybe it just isn't fate we met...

Maybe it's destiny.

To be continued...