《The Security Man. (Mike x Foxy)》Emotional Dilemmas
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(Mike's p.o.v)
He.. loves me..? No.. he must be joking! Yeah! Haha..? Oh god, I don't know anymore..
(Foxy's p.o.v)
I don't want life anymore.. I made myself look like a fool.. maybe I should just kill myself. Tear out my battery, everyone else would be happy.. I can't believe I did that. I do love him though.. more than anything.. I sit down in my bed, sighing from this new found depression. But, I can't bear to be away from him.. He is all I've thought about for all these years.
That being said I made a judgement call.
I burrowed myself into his trunk. The drive wasn't too bad, just a few bumps as we went along. That being said, I waited a few minutes until he stopped the car, then waited awhile longer until I was sure he was gone, then used my hook to wiggle my way out of the back of the vehicle. I then hopped out, closing the trunk with little to no sound, before walking along the way until I went in through the backdoor. It seemed he'd gotten into the shower.. good. That'll give me time to sort myself a place to hide.
Hopefully I'm not noticed.. hopefully everything will be okay from here on.. That was when I heard the door open. Who could that be?? Out of fear of getting discovered, I quickly hopped into the pantry. I then peeked from the small spaces, a brow raised in curiosity. It was a woman, about.. mid twenties-ish. That was when Mike came out.
He kissed her.
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