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Time Period: June of 2015, Hurricane, Utah
One late night in Hurricane, a rusty van with ‘Fazbear’s Fright” hastily spraypainted on the side rolls up to a long abandoned Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. A group of 6 people step out of the van, and among them are Cameron Shelly and Monica Quill. Monica sighs. “Another Fazbear’s, huh? How many of these are they gonna have us dig around in?” Cameron turns to the rest of the group. “You guys take the inside of the building- we’ll search around. See if there’s anything that was thrown out.” The other 4 people in the team nod- and run off to start digging through the restaurant.
The couple click on their flashlights, and start walking around the building. “So, ‘we’ll search the outside’, huh? Sure you aren’t just trying to- y’know, get me alone?” Monica smiles and pokes her husband in the side, and Cameron laughs as he grabs a poster from the side of the building. “No.. I just feel like it’s been a while since we’ve gotten some time by ourselves, hasn’t it? We’ve been busy with this stupid Fazbear dark ride, and before that we both had our hands full for years after we adopted Nessie, and all the in between stuff that’s kept us busy over the years.. I just want to spend some time with my wife for a little bit!” “Yeah, but in a place like this?” “Hey, I’ll take what I can get.” They both laugh, and Cameron bonks Monica on the head with the now rolled up poster as they move around the back of the forest.
“So, you think we’ll actually find something big this time? Something other than drawings and the occasional Foxy head?” “You serious? We never find anything good, Monica. You know we only took this up for the extra money.” Monica sighs, twirling a rock she picked up around in her hand. “Yeah, I know.. but it would be cool to find, like, one of the robots, right? I remember going there when I was a kid and thinking they were so cool.” She tosses the rock into the forest, ready to continue her sentence, when she’s interrupted by the clanging of a rock hitting metal.
Monica looked back towards where she threw the rock, and then towards her husband. “..Hey, you heard that too, right?” “Yeah.. sounded like metal?” They both look to the forest, when suddenly they’re blinded by a golden flash from not far inside the woods. “Should.. Should we check that out?” “Well, weren’t you just saying you wanted to find something bigger than a Foxy mask? I’d say a mysterious flash in the woods falls into that, doesn’t it?” “Yeah, yeah- you always know just what to say to get me to do something I probably shouldn’t- come on, dumbass!”
The couple run towards the direction of the flash, and the closer they get towards it, the more they start to see what looks like golden vines running across the ground around them. As they get deeper into the forest, the 2 of them slow down so they don’t lose each other in the foliage. And as they get closer, a certain sound very familiar to the couple hits their ears: the sound of a little girl crying.
“Is- Cameron, is that a kid?!” Monica starts running towards the crying the instant she hears it- practically dragging her husband behind her.
Monica and Cameron burst out of the forest into a small, circular clearing. In the center of the clearing there's a rock split completely down the middle- one that seems to be the start of the golden vines they saw earlier. Atop the rock are vines that seem like they fell off of something only recently. They continue to walk, making their way behind the rock towards the source of the sobbing- a small girl, no more than 10 or 11 years old, slumped up against the rock, face in her hands.
Monica takes a breath, and hesitates for a second before speaking.. and after a long silence, she finally says something.
“Uhm..? Excuse me?” The girl in front of the pair visibly jumps as she turns to look at Monica, her face red from tears but still unnaturally bright. She backs away from the couple slightly, looking incredibly scared. “I-I.. hel..hello? Who.. a-are you?” She curls herself into a ball, the frayed ends of the yellow nightgown she’s in showing. “D-Do you know me?”
“Do we.. know you?” Cameron repeats back to the girl, clearly thrown off by her response. The girl nods, still slightly teary. “I- I don’t know who I am. Do.. Do you? I can’t.. remember..” Monica turns to her husband in concern, before turning back to the kid. “Do you remember your name, honey? Even a little bit of it?” The girl blinks back some tears, seemingly thinking to herself.
“I.. I think.. it starts with a P? P.. puh.. puh-ri… pah-ri?? That’s.. all I can remember.”
“Well.. we can work with what you do remember! Hm.. Pah-ri.. how about Pari? P-A-R-I.” The girl stares up at Monica, her eyes starting to dry up- she’s stopped crying now. “I.. P-Pari sounds.. pretty. I.. like it..” Monica gets down on Pari’s level, and gives her hair a quick ruffle. “Well, I’m glad. I have a feeling I know the answer.. but do you have a home? Anywhere you could go?” Pari smiles when her hair is messed with- the first smile she’s given since the couple found her- and shakes her head. “No.. or.. I don’t remember if I do or not.” “Hm.. We can’t just leave her out here, Cam.”
He sighs and pinches right above his nose. “I know we can’t, Moni.. but do you really think we can handle ANOTHER kid?” “Please, the other one is about to turn 18. And I don’t think we really have a choice. We can’t leave her, she wouldn’t survive out here- Pari, if you have nowhere else to go.. would you like to come back with us?” Monica stands back up, and extends her hand down to pari to help her up.
Pari grabs onto Monica’s hand tightly. “I think.. I think I’d like that.”
Time Period: Present day- November of 2025.
Pari flops down in her bed and begins fiddling with the golden sword necklace she’s had since she was found in those woods 10 years ago. For some reason, she’s never been able to take it off- no matter how many times she’s tried.
Whenever she thinks about that day- the day her parents found her in the forest- she can never remember exactly how she got in those woods. When she tries to think back, there’s only nothing. The events of the day she was found as a whole are fuzzy at best. She doesn’t remember most of it- or even where the woods are. She wouldn’t change what she has for the world- she loves her parents and her sister, but.. who wouldn’t wonder about something like that? Of course she’s curious about where she came from- it’s weird that she can’t find a record of herself anywhere.
It’s not as if she isn’t weird herself, though. She’s got the brightest blonde hair out of anyone she’s ever seen- even people who dye their hair neon yellow. And there’s times where it seems like, no matter how dark it is, she seems to be the brightest thing in the room. Her eyes, like her hair, are piercing yellow.
There’s a lot of other weird things she’s curious about too. Like, her sister, for example. It seems like, for the past few years, she’s been going in and out of these weird.. trances. It seems like she’s talking with someone- and yet nobody is there.
Pari suddenly snaps out of her thoughts. “..I’m losing myself in my thoughts again.” She whips out her phone and starts texting her sister.
‘hey nessie. wanna go break into abandoned buildings with me??’
‘oh hell Yeah. i’ll be ready in 5’
Pari sighs, pulls herself up out of her bed, and starts getting ready to leave.