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Date: February 5, 20xx Friday, first grade
(Y/N POV)
I was 5 this year, first grade and 5. We were learning how to add and subtract. I had only one friend at the time because I don't talk to others, their name was
F/N and I met them when we had recess. I was on the swings and they were next to me on the other swing.
They liked to talk about everything and I would sit and listen. Our teacher had assigned sets, me and
F/N sits next to each other in the back next to the bookshelf. Today they asked about what I thought, about the lessons. I told them that it was easy and they agreed.
I "looked" over at the bookshelf for a moment, only a moment, and saw a boy standing there with a yellow plush bear. I looked at my friend to ask who they were but they seemed to not see who was there.
I "looked" back at the boy again, he had short brown hair and a black shirt with 2 gray stripes going across the top, tan shorts and sneakers. His head had a hole on the front side-ish with his brain poking out. His eyes where black with 2 white pinpricks in the middle, each looking right at me.
I "looked" back at the teacher, they were looking in my direction, a bit confused on what I'm looking at. "What are you looking at, Y/N?" They asked gently. I "looked" at the boy, then back at the teacher, then the boy, then the teacher and back. "There's a boy in book corner." I said looking at the teacher.
The teacher looked at me, the corner, then me. "Y/N there's no one there." They said. Everyone was in looking at me like I'm crazy. I "looked" back at the boy to see if their still there, they're still there looking curious and confused. "But their right there?" I said confused as to why no one could see him. The teacher stared at me for a moment before grabbing a stack of papers and handing them to a kid next to them. "John would you pass these out to everyone except Y/N please." The boy nodded then got up and stated to pass them out.
The teacher walked over to me and bent down to my level. "Y/N could you please draw the boy your seeing on a piece of paper?" I nodded and started to grab a paper and pencil from my F/C backpack.
I placed them on the desk and turned to the boy, "Could you come over here please?" I said. They walker over and stood next to my desk. I started to draw the boy as the teacher watched.
I was pretty ok in drawing to the point where you could see the things I was trying to draw. After a few minutes and telling the boy to stop moving I got the drawing finished and handed it to my teacher.
She looked at it then asked if the boy had a name. Their face was full of worry and concern. I "looked" at the boy and asked, "What's your name?" They thought about it for a second before writing in blue on the desk, "My name is Evan, Evan afton." I repeated the name to my teacher and they started to look pale. (I did blue as that's most likely his eye color)
They said they'll call my dad to come and pick me up, I asked why and they didn't respond. My friend and some of the other students nearby heard the name and started to look pale too.
My dad picked me up and the teacher told him about what happened. He didn't say anything but nodded.
Time skip
Date February 8 20xx Monday, first grade
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(Y/N POV)
I got back to school like usual, as I walk down the hall into the school, people started to whisper about things as they saw me. I didn't thing much about it but as I entered the normally loud class, everyone went quiet. So quiet in fact you could hear a pin drop in the next class. I sat in my seat next to my friend. I was about to ask her what happened when I noticed that she and half the class was by the door, far away from me. I frowned. 'Why was everyone being weird today?' I thought. I "looked" at where the boy was Friday and saw that he was still there. He waved and walked over to where I was.
I waved and he did too. He had on a smile that showed his teeth, but instead of teeth there was a black space that replaced everything inside. His pinpricks looking at everyone on the other side.
He seemed to know why they were like this but didn't or couldn't say.
The late bell rung and the teacher entered, telling everyone to sit down in the process.
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(Y/N POV)
After then all the other students would avoid me. In the classroom, at lunch, recess, the halls, even when I turn in homework too. My friend also started avoid me.
It started to become too much when my friend started to spread rumors about me. I didn't know what those rumors where about but it made it so people started picking on me. It was simple stuff at first, then taking pencils, erasers, and some papers. But then they stared to grab things without asking and trip me on purpose when I had stuff in my hands. I didn't have anyone to talk to since my friend left me and my dad is always busy. I told the teachers once but they only gave them a warning.
The only one that didn't leave me was Evan. He was still there everyday next to the bookcase, he would listen to what I had to say and he would write in black ink on the desk to say what he was thinking. The ink was invisible to everyone who looked at it. Sometimes the kids in class would flip my desk when I'm not looking.The teacher tried to stop this but after so many times couldn't do anything, even when they where threatened with suspension.
At some point, after I lost track of how many times this had happened some kids and F/N dragged me to the side of a building in recess. They beat me until I bled, threatened that if I told anyone they would do it again. Then F/N who didn't hit me called a teacher over, who then took me to the nurse.
After a few weeks of this happening I eventually got my dad to stop taking me to school. He asked what was wrong and I cried as I told him about everything. How F/N left me, how the rumors started because of them, how I started to get picked on, how I would talk to Evan, and how the bulling happened.
He was fuming. He called the school and said that I would be leaving the school that day and that the kids that did this to me should get a punishment. I stayed home that day and dad called in sick. After a week my dad decided to homeschool me when he could. The school I was at got on the NEWS. It said that the school caught on fire, I saw that F/N and the other kids that bullied me were caught in the fire and didn't make it. One room in the entire school didn't burn. It was my old classroom the one where I met Evan. On all the walls of the building it said in his black ink writing was "you shouldn't have done that." I recognize the writing. It was Evans.
I don't know what happened to him but after that day I would see him in the corner of my eye but when I looked, he wasn't there. This didn't bother me much but I was sad that he didn't talk to me anymore. I felt his eyes on me whenever I tried to sleep. It wasn't scary for me but I wanted to talk to him.
He stopped showing up one day last year. After that I never felt his eyes staring at me as I slept that night. It was unsettling. I missed his comforting presence. I missed him a lot. Dad said that he would take me to Freddy Fazbears Mega Pizzaplex.
