ShotgunDude

A poet is a liar with a silver tongue pen, and a bleeding heart on the other end. We are anagrams and metaphors and sphinxes in sheep skin. Every letter is an actor that we send into the wind, And we're only as good as the words you believe in.

“Oh my! Are you alright (y/n)?” Toy Bonnie asked, rushing over to your side. You cursed and stood up, him grabbing your shoulders softly. This was like the 5th time you had fallen down! “Yeah, I’m fine Bonnie, thanks.” You smiled. He nuzzled your forehead softly, then turned and began talking to Toy Chica again. You sighed and walked off, going towards Kid Cove. Your best friend, Mangle. She was always ready to listen to your problems and cheer you up. Walking into Kid Cove, you heard that same radio interference that you always did, but you were pretty much used to it. You drowned it out and looked around for