“He left without you again. He knows you hate it here. ”  Evan wiped his eyes, and sniffled, looking around from under the table.  “Get up. There is no reason to cry. The exit is near. ” Evan crawled out from under the table, and stood up. He went to walk to the exit, but was intercepted by the golden man himself, Fredbear. Evan’s eyes widened, and he stumbled backwards. He looked around at the suit, taking in its yellow fur and purple hat and bowtie. He knew what was inside those suits: springlocks. His dad had told him to NEVER touch a springlock, or it would rip off his finger. And yet PEOPLE wore the suits. They moved and danced and joked while inside them. Sometimes he could see his dad help someone into a suit, or he watched his dad don Springbonnie to entertain children. He trusted Springbonnie more than Fredbear. He was always terrified of what would happen if Fredbear were to snap, specifically to the person inside. He backed away more, and started to run. He started to hyperventilate as he reached the main party room.


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    “Past here you will find help. Keep moving.”  Evan walked forwards a few more steps, and heard Fredbear walk up behind him. Between the bear and the shadows, he couldn’t take it anymore. He collapsed on the floor, and started crying.


    “Tomorrow is another day”