transfanatic

Disclaimer: I do not own nor did I create FnaF or any of it's character, that credit goes to the great Scott Cawthon. This is purely my own fictional imaginings based on game play so please don't take anything too seriously. First night of a new job, I look to the clock with a smile after days of anticipation and waiting after the interview. It had been a breeze with very few complications or requirements. I didn't even need a commission license for security work at the closing site that was once the family friendly pizza parlor that is Freddy Fazbears Pizzaria. This European time difference makes staying up this late easier for me because

Some might say you are fearless... but only when they don't know your fear. The golden skinned athletic toned girl seemed to be one of those people, especially when she was at the schools field in the match of the year. Her heart raced almost as fast as her feet ran to keep the ball away from her pursuer as she looked head on toward the goal and kept eye open for a opening to a team mate  for a pass. Her long fine black locke's of hair had loosened from the ponytail she'd tied them in at half time and the wind made the hair look like wings as she flew over the field. Adrenaline was fueling her as the clock ticked. And then she spotted it.