《A Dark Past (Aphmau FNAF meets MyStreet)》Chapter 1: Old Friends, New Beginnings
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I will be adding an OC. His name is Jay. He had black curly hair, amber eyes, wears a leather jacket and under it, a white shirt, and jeans. Former security guard and survivor of Fazbear's Pizzaria. He and Aphmau became close friends after learning of her job. During his time at Freddy's, Jay somewhat inhabited Foxy's body for a short period of time before escaping. He can now transform into an almost identical version of Foxy. The only difference is his eyes. They're amber rather than gold. He lost his left hand due to a bite from the real Foxy and now has a pirate's hook.
Also, Aphmau's the Marionette. After Claire and Andy died and became animatronics, (Claire's a ghost) Aphmau became the Marionette, except she has a physical form. She takes the role of the security guard seeing as no one is willing to and, someone needs to keep the animatronics in check. In her physical form, if the animatronics kill her while she's a security guard, she will become a whole puppet, no thoughts of her past life.
Note, in this story, Aaron and Aph are not together.
Aphmau's POV
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I shuffled through my room, my heart beating quick.
Foxy had nearly gotten me last night, and his golden eye was burned into the back of my head.
Sighing, I knew I would eventually have to go back.
The girls and boys were downstairs, probably waiting for me.
A small tapping at my door startled me.
"Aphmau~Senpai?" Kawaii-Chan's squeaky voice asked. "Someone is here to see you!"
"Who is it?" I questioned dully.
"Kawaii-Chan doesn't know. But he says he knows Aphmau~Senpai!"
"Mmm. Alright, be down in a sec."
I quickly calmed myself, straightened my pose, and walked downstairs.
While coming down, I heard three voices arguing.
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"I just wanna say hi to Aphmau!" A familiar voice shouted, exasperated.
"What do you need of her?" Aaron's deep voice asked.
"Yeah!"
I pushed aside Katelyn and Travis and shoved aside Garroth, Laurence, and Aaron.
In the doorway stood a familiar figure.
Warm amber eyes.
Jet black hair...
"JAY!" I exclaimed, in shock and confusion.
He did a weak jazzpaws (JAZZHANDS IF YOU MUST).
"Hi Aphie!!" He chirped, but you could tell it was forced.
His eyes had lost their usual light.
Both of ours had, in fact.
A cold lifeless glint would greet me in the mirror everyday.
That wretched pizza place left us as different people.
It scarred us mentally and physically, and we were never the same.
That was one thing we could relate to.
Without thinking, I engulfed him in a tight hug.
Releasing him, I was suddenly angry.
"Jay! It's been so long! You didn't call, text, heck even send a freaking letter!" I screamed.
He flinched and covered his ears. "Shout a little louder. I don't think they heard you in Australia." He grumbled.
"Oh-ha ha ha. Listen up mister, you owe me an explanation." I huffed, crossing my arms.
"I do. But not here. I got our skates outside and we can stop for some ice-cream!" he suggested.
"Great idea!" I was really anxious to leave to house.
"Umm...Aphmau?" Laurence asked. "Who is this?"
"Sorry, how rude of me." Jay politely intervened. "I'm Jay. One of Aphie's besties."
"How do you know each other?" Laurence fired off.
"We met at a restaurant, hung out, you know. Did what friends do." He replied casually, but his gaze held a guarded look.
He looked at me, as though for support.
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"Yes!" I squeaked a little too quickly. "It was at..uhh...Olive Garden!"
None of them looked convinced.
I cursed myself for being such a bad liar.
"You know what Aphie, we should go." Jay said, casting a glance at the sinking sun. "Times a wasting'."
"Yeah..."
I turned around to leave, but Aaron caught my shoulder.
"When are you coming home?"
"Depends. We'll be catching up on the last few years so maybe a few hours at most." I said.
I noticed Garroth and Laurence's faces were burning red.
Jay must've noticed too because he asked, "Umm..do you guys need fresh air or something? You're as red as blood."
I mentally face-palmed.
Lucinda raised an eyebrow.
"As red as blood." She quoted. "Interesting choice of words."
"I like to think of myself as an interesting person." Jay muttered.
Elbowing him, I said, "Can I go grab..uhh...accessory?" I cringed at me own choice of words.
"Sure, I got the time." He leaned against the door frame and started whistling one of the many tunes that was constantly stuck in my head.
Most of the guys were glaring at him, but he ignored their venom.
I dashed upstairs, snatched up a small, golden bracelet and nearly tripped my way down.
"After all these years and I forget to give you this!" I panted, tossing him the bracelet.
Catching it with surprise, he studied it as it glinted in the sunlight. Grinning at the charm attached to it, he winked at me. "Interesting choice of acsessories."
Upon the gold bracelet was a small fox charm, it's one golden eye glaring at me from the jewelry, and a onyx eye-patch over the other eye.
"Oh shut up." I growled, shoving my phone into my pocket. "Let's just go. You better know I'm still made at you ya sly, little fo-"
"Shush it lass, or I be lettin' ya walk the plank!" He cried, mimicking a pirate voice.
I internally shuddered, noting that it sounded almost exactly like the real Foxy.
"And," he added, teasingly "Call me that again and I'll have to resort to calling you Mari."
I punched his shoulder.
Mari. Ha. What a joke.
"Let's just go." I said, grabbing his hand, and dragging him away.
"See ya tomato dudes and Aphie's friends!" He called over his shoulder.
Rolling my eyes, I tied on the purple skates lying on the sidewalk, which were decorated with my favorite anime, kittens, and a few jewels.
"Aww, Jay, you really didn't have to." I gushed, admiring my skates.
"It was nothing." He said, inspecting his own skates.
Jay's skates had a simple sky blue surface with fiery streaks.
"Come get me Mari!" He suddenly shouted, suddenly zooming away.
Aware of my friends watching, I shouted back, " You are so dead you little-"
"LANGUAGE!" He interrupted, sending me in a frenzy.
I zipped off after him, leaving my friends in the dust.
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