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FNAF Fanfiction (Based on my fantheories) [Incomplete]

By @DoodleCat1038

Chapter Two

Why would he do that?  Elizabeth thought when she stopped crying into her pillow. I guess I was annoying but… he shouldn’t have pushed me. Interrupting her troubling thoughts was a soft knock on the door. Who could that be? Is he coming to apologize?  “Um, it’s Chris.”Her brother’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Chris? Come in.” Elizabeth said, sitting up straight. 

She wiped her face, still wet from tears, and cleared her dry throat, which was sore from crying. Elizabeth heard the doorknob turn and Chris stepped into the small pink room. “Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice. “Y-yeah,” Elizabeth responded, trying to keep her voice straight. She didn’t want to be known as a crybaby too. “I heard your door slam and crying so I came to check on you. What happened?” Chris had a worried expression and went to stand beside her bed. 

“Can I sit?” He asked. Elizabeth nodded and sat criss-cross so he would have room, which was unnecessary because he was small. Chris sat across from her on her bed, copying her posture, hands-on lap. “I was drawing,” Elizabeth explained, “and I went to show father but I dropped it. When I tried to get it, he pushed me. I was upset so I ran to my room and slammed my door. I guess I’m still upset now…” She spoke fast and felt her face grow hot but she held back more tears.

 Chris thought about what she said for a couple of minutes, making Elizabeth wonder if she shouldn’t have told him. Finally, Chris sighed softly then leaned over to hug her gently. Neither said a word, but Elizabeth hugged him back after a few moments and they stayed like that for a long time. 

Then Chris started shaking, and it took her a second to realize he was crying. “Why does it have to be like this?” He barely managed to ask. “Shh,” Elizabeth said softly. She gently pushed away from the hug and looked at Chris, her hands resting on his shoulders with sympathy. She used her sleeve to carefully wipe the tears off of her brother’s face. He stopped crying and looked at her. Elizabeth gave a slight smile. 

“You… you kind of remind me of mother,” Chris said in a quiet voice. Elizabeth was taken by surprise at this, smiling more. “Why do you think that?” She asked. “There’s a picture I found in father’s workplace,” Chris explained and reached into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a small and wrinkled photo. He handed it to her. Elizabeth took it and looked at it. It was hard to make out the people in the picture, but it was still obviously their mother and father. 

They were looking towards the camera, side by side with smiles on their faces. Their mother wasn’t exactly as Elizabeth expected: She was on the right side, with beautiful long light ginger hair and blue eyes. She had a nice smile and stood perfectly straight and wore a pretty yellow dress with tiny white flowers on it. Their father, on the left side, was a bit taller than her, with messy dark brown hair and brown eyes, with one arm on their mother’s shoulder and a smile on his face, he wore a black sweatshirt. 

Elizabeth couldn’t remember a single time she saw their father smile. She suspected this photo was taken a long time ago because their father looked way younger. Maybe even before Elizabeth and her brothers were born. She noticed a park in the background. So what happened?  She thought. 

“They look so happy,” Chris said after a long while. “Y-yeah. How did you get this?” Elizabeth asked, not looking away from the photo. “I found it in a small empty trash basket next to father’s desk a few days ago. I was just wandering around when I came across it.” Chris responded. “Does he know you have it?” She handed the photo back. Chris put it back into his pocket. “No.” He answered. “O.K. then let’s keep it that way,” Elizabeth said. Chris nodded. 

“Elizabeth,” Chris hesitated. “Yeah?” She asked. 

“Can you sing?” He said in a whisper. Elizabeth smiled. “Sure.” She answered. Chris crawled to sit beside her then leaned against her. Elizabeth closed her eyes and softly began to sing. When she finished she opened her eyes and looked over to Chris. He was asleep. 

Elizabeth smiled again. This was the most she’d smiled in a long time. She looked over to the table beside her bed that had her pink digital clock on it. It was 9:00 P.M. She leaned back against the wall, her brother still leaning against her. She wasn’t that comfortable but she didn’t want to wake her brother up. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep. 

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