We hide in plain sight, waiting for the summons of our own.

We act like them, with hidden drawings and stories stored where they won't find it.

We aren't the only ones. There are a few others who were destroyed by children as we were.

I walked down a street, my hands loose at my sides as I listened to a song about - well - me. In a way, it was about me.

Then I saw it.

On the ground, in red chalk, simple words.

RISE FROM THE SHADOWS, MY CHILDREN. I stared at it, stopping.

There was a simple drawing to accompany it. One only we could recognize.

I smiled, walking back home.

"Maybe we're going to return."

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I walked down the same sidewalk the next day, stopping where the drawing still remained. When the streets were clear, I wrote underneath it in brown.

"Where to?"

I raced down the road, hoping I would get a response.

---

The red person had responded.

"Wear merch around town."

Someone in purple had added to it.

"On it, hope to see you around!"

I looked up to see a girl with orange hair, wearing a red Foxy shirt. I smiled, looking at the messages and her.

"You the brown?" she asked, pointing to the brown chalk in my hand.

"Yup." I said, smiling. "Red?" I asked, and she nodded.

"I got something." I said, digging around in my bag. I pulled out a tiny black top hat and secured it to my head, and she laughed.

"I'm going to call you Freddy." she said.

"And you Foxy."

And with that, we had begun our return.

The FNAF FANDOM IS BACK

(not)

lol sorry 

we're hiding, probably forever

rip

sorry had to