Kal's First Night

** THIS STORY BELONGS TO Celtic755 AND NO ONE ELSE **

There was once a soldier named Kal, he ventured forth to land far away, many things happened but all remain unknown. The bearer of demons, Kal, a legend, and yet so forsaken.

Kal's First Night
Kal wondered about his future while aboard the docks, home, he was home. His mother greeted him with a smile. "Kal, my sweet sweet child, you are home."

"Yes Mother, I missed you, and your cooking of course." Kal smiled.

Months have now gone by since that moment. Kal's mother not understanding of him, his new self. "Mother I can not do this, how can you live like this!"

"Like what, you idiot!"

"You don't understand Mother, you weren't there! You didn't have to kill them."

"Enough of this, how can you be so ignorant!"

"I'm ignorant . . . Silence Mother, they are here . . . They know."

"Out, now, out, you do not belong stupid child!"

And so Kal left, forsaken by his family, broken by war, he found himself an easy summer job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. His first night, here at last. "This Seems easy enough." Kal said. The phone began to ring, Kal picked up.

"Hello, Hello --" Kal suddenly set down the phone, wondering what idiot that must have been.

"This job will be good, okay, good I say!" Kal said to himself, he then looked at the camera. "These animatronics, so fun for children, and yet so creepy in the dark . . . fun for adults too, then?" He whispered to himself. "Do they move at night, and give a fright? Do they walk and screech, and stay away from reach?" Kal continued, "Do they befriend and behave, or betray and make you afraid!" Kal stopped and looked out the window of his office. A yellow chicken stood out the window, staring with some determination to get in. Kal grinned, then closed the door. "They move, they move! Hah hah hah!" Kal yelled, and then clapped. The funny chicken looked confused, and yet so startled by Kal. Kal opened the door, expecting the chicken to come in and kill him, but the chicken stood there as if attempting to spare him. "You do not want to kill me? Ah, I see I see! Welcome, friend, for that is what we will be. Friends." The chicken began to move, and started back down the hall. "See you tomorrow then?" Kal said, and as the clock hit 6:00 AM, Kal began on the way to his mother's home, smiling and happy once more.