Scritch, scratch.

I sigh, staring at the ceiling in the bedroom, watching the fan spin. A beat, then more scritching. Fuck. I glanced at the other side of the bed, where Scott shifted, sighing in his sleep.

Something fell on the other side of the house, and I bolted upright, causing Scott to snort softly before resuming to snore. I stood, pulling my knife from my pocket and gripping the familiar handle tightly as I walked out of the bedroom. It wouldn't do much against an animatronic, but it's better safe than sorry.

Who'd managed to get out of the pizzeria tonight? Between Springtrap's visit and the following realization that the robots were in fact not tied to the pizzeria and they could leave, I'd been on edge. What if one managed to sneak out and kill me? Or worse, Scott or Tate? Even worse, Scott and Tate?

I shook my head, realizing I'd stopped in the middle of the stairwell. Keep going. You can catastrophize later. After you figure out what the hell is in the house.

I continued walking to the other side of the house, flicking the blade out on my knife when I got closer. My ear twitched as the scratching continued, and I turned my head, watching my surroundings for any animatronic. No glowing eyes, no heavy footsteps... Of course, those wouldn't be too tell-tale, after receiving the knowledge that the robots could change form and make themselves less conspicuous.

Stepping out of the house after making sure there was nothing in the house, I peeked around the corner of the brick, catching the reflective eyes of raccoons in the streetlights. Fuck. How the hell did I hear those fuckers all the way on the other side of the house? I sighed, shaking my head and walking back inside and to bed.

Scott shifted, snuggling closer to me as I lay down, and I wrapped an arm around him, kissing his temple before falling asleep.

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I scrolled through my phone, reading the facts on the website. 'Seal chimneys, clean up the yard, secure the trash can.' Damn. I glanced up and over my shoulder as Scott placed a hand on my back.

"Whatcha reading, Dyl?" I shrugged, glancing back at my phone.

"We've got a coon problem. Saw a group of them in the trash can last night." He cursed softly, sighing before he went to put Tate in the high chair.

"Guess we've gotta take care of that, huh?" I nodded.

"I can take care of it myself if you want me to, real quick."

He shrugged, nodding softly. "Okay."

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I have no idea how to end this oof

I also need to work on a longer one oof

Song: Animals by Maroon 5

Love always,

Immortal-trash389