Quackity pov:

I was walking to school when I saw a figure in the distance staring in my direction. I have seen this figure a lot so it wasn't anything new. He was a tall boy(around 6 foot 5 I would say), he had dark messy brown hair with a few white streaks in it, he usually wears a grey hoodie and some black ripped jeans. I gave him a smile and waved. He waved back and I noticed some bandages on his hands. Wonder what that could be from. I saw a slight shade of red on his face and he pulled the strings of his hoodie to hide it. I laughed it off and turned around to the gates. I saw my friend George stood in front of me causing me to scream and fall to the ground.

"Jeez calm down Freddy fucking fazbear!!" I said at the boy who jumpscared me.

"Who's that?" George pointed in the direction of the guy who was now gone.

"Oh I have no clue. He's just some random guy I see in the mornings." George looked at me with a concerned look.

"Be careful though, he might be a stalker." I doubted that he seemed quite nice.

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I had football club after school so I left late. Everyone else had left cuz they couldn't be bothered to change but I always did. I walked out the gates, the wind blew the hair that was uncovered by my beanie and tickled my forehead. While I walked I heard footsteps behind me but I didn't take notice to it.

It was only then I felt a cloth smother my nose causing me to feel nauseous. Then black.

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Wilbur pov:

I examined the sleeping boy. He looked so cute tied up in that chair. I'll take note of that. I went to the other side of the room to look at all my devices but then I heard a muffled scream come from the other side of the room. I put down the knife I held and walked over to the boy, crouching to meet his eyes. "Hello my love." I whispered to him, wiping the tears off his cheeks. I felt bad but I knew he would love this, he loves a little bit of knife play.

I untied the cloth over his mouth and he gasped for air. "Sorry, too tight?" I asked with a concerned voice.

"Who the fuck are you?!" He screamed at me. I put a hand over his mouth causing him to bite my skin to make me let go.

"Oh you don't remember? Well I think you had such a pretty smile this morning Alex." I walked back over to the table grabbing the small knife to the right.

"You're the guy I saw?" I nodded turning back to him with the blade, "are you gonna kill me?!" He looked at me as if he had seen a ghost, making me giggle a bit.

"Oh Alex baby," I purred, "I know you like this, I know everything about you!~" I chuckled, walking closer to the boy. I looked at his bare chest, how sweet, there are no marks! I made a few cuts on his stomach as his eyes glistened with tears. I went a bit deeper this time, carving something into his silky skin. I earned a few screams and "stop"s from the boy but he got used to it after a while.

I made a few more cuts and carvings and then backed away from him and looked at his bloody chest, drops of blood smeared on his skin. I went back to the table and picked up some bandages and wrapped them around his torso. "How did that feel?" I smirked at the slightly crying boy.

"G-Great I guess.." His voice was shaky and exhausted but he seemed quite happy.

"I'm sorry I did this darling but I couldn't let someone else take you away!"

"It's alright don't worry." Wait he doesn't want to send me to the police or something?! "You're obviously crazy and I've never really...felt this feeling before so I guess I'll let you be." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I grabbed his chin and kissed him. He instantly kissed back and smiled into the kiss. After a while we pulled away the boy spoke up. "Can I go though? I have school tomorrow." The boy looked up at me.

"Yes you can but I'm coming to school with you." The boy agreed as I untied him. He grabbed his shirt,put it back on and walked out like nothing happened. Such a good boy.