I asked my friend if she watched stranger things and she said no. I was so upset.
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10:47 am

Beep..beep..be—

"Why is it even onnnnnnnnnn."

Once again, you wake up in your bed, home from work. Well, what's classified as work.

By now to you it's just not dying because you were mistaken for an "endoskeleton". Of course, you manage to get out of these particular situations.

But who cares about that? It's now the weekend. You don't work for the weekend, but someone else does. Who? Who knows. You just like to enjoy your weekend away from nearly getting killed.

You walk down to your kitchen, walking past your couch and other possessions, not really paying attention. Making the usual cereal and milk, you feel something behind you.

You slowly look up, but nothing is there. Was it your imagination? Or maybe that feeling you get when you feel someone coming near you on the street. Whatever it was, you felt it. You knew it was there.

Of course you weren't going to be stupid and go search the place for the thing you couldn't even see.

I mean, what idiot would risk their lives this way? Anyone could die in a good way, but searching for something to hurt you?

But of course, there was no need. It was behind you already. No, you didn't feel it behind you. You didn't know it was there until—

"I'm gonna count to three. If you scream I'll kill you here."

Just slightly, your breath hitches. You felt an arm snake around your waist.

"You don't know me, but I know you."

Your breathing slows down, getting shakier and shakier. You feel a cold, ghostly, and unreal hand slide up your back.

A shiver runs down your back, the hairs at the back of your neck stand straight up. The hand slides up your stomach, almost reaching your breasts.

Mentally, you say "fuck this". You kick your lower leg up, trying to kick the groin, only to kick your lower back.

A low growl like chuckle comes from the person behind you.

"Good try."

Fear literally runs through you, your blood runs cold. Then, you hear your bedroom window open.

"Y/n! Ye here?"

At that very instance, the ghostly like person vanished. You just stand there, trying to get your composure back.

You hear footsteps walking towards you. Foxy comes around the corner.

"Everything alright over here? Ye didn't answer the door."

You just stand there. In shock..fear..and intrigue. The fox walks over to you, slightly touching your shoulder. You snap out of the trance your in and look at him, eyes a bit glazed over.

"Yeah, Just deep in thought."

The fox nods a bit then sits at the kitchen table.

"So, what really happened? You're eyes are glazed over, I know something else happened."

You notice his pirate accent is gone. Does this mean he's serious? Maybe, you'll probably test it again later.

"Seriously, I was just deep in thought."

As you say "deep in thought", the fox uses his hand to put imaginary quotation marks, rolling his eye, showing he didn't buy the bullshit you were giving.

"How about we go out and eat?"

He sighs, then nods, giving up for now. He looks at his clothes, then at you. You hurry upstairs, getting him some clothes that you have since your stupid cousin can't clean up after himself when he comes over.

Yes, you have a cousin who lives there. No, he isn't always there. Only when he comes home from traveling.

The fox follows, not understanding why you have boys' clothes. But he's not questioning it.

"Put these on— No not in front of me! God, wait until I walk out!"

As you do walk out, you just can't comprehend how idiotic that fox can be.

Although, now that its quiet, you realize the..aura change in your home. The feel is different..that feeling comes back..you freeze as you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Geez, I know you heard me, turn around already."

..Foxy. You turn around and step back, looking at his outfit and it's pretty damn good. That animal hoodie was a good investment.

You quickly get dressed and you two head on your way.
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"So let's strike up the band!"

Many of the kids cheer as they run to the stage, ready to sing along. As cherry as the animatronics sound, it's torture to them.

The same haunting songs, they they themselves sang happily some time ago, is now the vain of their existence.

They just want to get away from it all. They want to get out.

But they doubt they will.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I'm so sorry!!!! This is Later than me coming out!

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