Dave's Five Nights at Freddy's chap 3

2008...

It was a Saturday afternoon, near the start of autumn. Leaves were staring to turn brown, and there was a light breeze in the air. Kids were still outside playing, seeing as it would be too cold to within a few weeks…at least until it started snowing.

On this Saturday, in a nice suburb area, in a pretty decent 2-story house…

"UUUUGGGGHHH!"

"Oh, sweetie," Mrs. DeSanto pulled the thermometer out of her younger son David's mouth, "Still over 100. You're not to get out of this bed."

"But MOOOOOOMM!" David moaned, "I can't get sick. Germs are gross!"

David was a germaphobe, which meant he absolutely HATED germs. So naturally, he kept himself clean and did whatever he could to avoid getting dirty or sick. However, that didn't mean he COULDN'T get sick, as was proven by his current state.

"I know, kiddo," David's mother chuckled at her son's reaction to his being sick, as she was used to David's issues with germs, "But it'll be fine. I'll make you some chicken soup so you can get better quicker, ok?"

"Ok," David sniffled, blowing his nose as he flopped back down.                       

Mrs. DeSanto turned and headed for the door, briefly turning back to her son, "By the way, the game ended half an hour ago, so your father and Donny should be home soon.

David's father had ended up winning two tickets to the day's baseball game in a raffle at work, and because David wasn't into sports, he said that his older brother Donny could go, thus avoiding any competition or arguing over who got the second ticket. Plus, even if David wanted to go, he couldn't, because he woke up sick as a dog.

So all day David had been in bed, sneezing and snotting and coughing and moaning, coming in and out of sleep. His mother constantly checked on him, while simultaneously watching the game on TV.

As David's mother headed to the stairs with his soup, there was a knock at the door.

"Wonder who that could be," she muttered to herself, setting the bowl down and heading to the door. It couldn't be her husband and son, as they obviously wouldn't knock, so she simply figured it must be one of her neighbors. However, upon opening the door, she was surprised to see two officers on the front porch, their hats in their hands.

On the TV, a breaking news story suddenly interrupted the post game highlights reel:

"This just in, 20 minutes ago, an 18-wheeler truck flipped over right outside of the town's baseball stadium. According to sources, it smashed into a few cars, injuring some people, and we've gotten an official report of at least two deaths, a father and son…"

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Dave's eyes shot open. Looking around, he saw he was back in his apartment. He looked at his alarm clock and saw that it was around 3 in the afternoon.

"Right, got the night shift, was up until 6 AM," he muttered to himself, as he got up to get started for the day.

As Dave was eating breakfast, he pondered over why he had dreamed back to the day his father and brother died. If he was to guess, he would say it was because that was the day everything changed.

He often wondered what would have happened if the two hadn't gone out that day, or if they had left the game just a few minutes later or earlier, or if…well, ya get what I'm saying. Dave just wondered what would have happened if his family hadn't been torn apart. Would he still have taken the meds to control his BD? Would his mother have done continued painting in her spare time? Would he and his brother still be close? Would he have even gone on Total Drama?

Of course, one can always ask "what if?" but that's ALL they can do, ask.

Dave figured the best thing to do to take his mind off everything would be to check and see if Ella had texted him back. Only one thing prevented him from doing that.

"Where the heck is my phone?" Dave grumbled as he searched through his jacket pocket. Not finding it, he got in his hamper (begrudgingly) to see if it was still in his pants pocket.

"Where could it be?" he muttered, rubbing his head in confusion, "I charged it before I went to work, then put it in my pocket…did I put it in the hoodie pocket? No, it was definitely in my pants pocket. When could I have lost…it?"

Then, it hit Dave like a hurricane: when Toy Bonnie tripped and fell on him, his phone must have slid out of his pocket, and he had been too distracted to realize it.

"Ok, no big deal," Dave sighed, "It'll just be Mr. Cawthon, Fritz, and a couple construction workers there. No one will steal my phone. Heck, anyone who finds it will likely give it to Mr. Cawthon so he can hold onto it for me."

Dave sighed again before going into his small living room. Plopping down on the couch, he started channel surfing, trying to find something at least half decent to watch for the rest of the day.

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Somewhere, at an undisclosed location, a person was holding a cell phone. They had already hacked into the user's FaceBook account, and after doing a bit of research on the phone owner, they knew what they were looking for…

Dave: Hey Ella.

Ella: Hello David. Sorry I didn't get back 2 u yesterday, had a lot of school work 2 catch up on.

Dave: No biggie. Hey, I have a great idea to tell you…