(FORENOTE) This Fnaf fanfiction is told from the POV of Evan Afton as if it were his diary. As expected from a FNAF story, this may include some reflection of trauma, with a bit of platonic fluff. I also want to say thank you for clicking on this fiction, and may you have a great time reading!
June 22, 1983
"....Evan?"
"....Evan, hello? Are you there?"
"....hey, what are you doing-?"
"You look like...you're mad about something."
"Evan...EVAN?"
"It's me, Micheal! PLEASE!"
"D O N ' T D O T H I S ------"
.....
And then I woke up. I've been having those dreams a lot since my birthday's been close. I don't really know what they mean. But in every one, I can hear someone I love. I'm either afraid of them, or they're afraid of me. But I can't think about that. I'm supposed to meet my friend today. She's always been there for me. Whether I'm sad, angry, or even happy, if I'm lucky... Cassidy would be there, cheering me on. She's been my best friend since kindergarten, and she was one of the only people who really approached me. Anyways, she told me to meet her on the playground.
Now to open the door and leave....
Damn it.