Almost Family: prologue

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(Tw) contains s_icide, blood violence, and a bunch of other stuff. Based on fnaf sb. Gregory sobbed, his lungs burning as the building in front of him erupted in flames. "D-Dad!" He screamed. "Please, dad!" He stood there and cried as sirens screamed, coming to put out the fire. Gregory opened his eyes and looked around. It was early, the sun just rising. He groaned and started to go through his backpack. He grabbed a granola bar and bit into it. "Only a little food left." He realized. "I need to find a way to get more." He finished his food and sat in silence. 2 weeks. 14 days since the fire. 14 days since his father d_ed. It seemed almost unreal. Gregory stood and walked out of the alleyway he had slept. Were else would he sleep, he had no friends, no family, nowhere to go. Everything was gone. He remembered being exited, asking to follow his dad, but was told no. He had never been told no to going before. Almost as if his dad knew what would happen.... No. Gregory pushed the thought away. He couldn't have. He wouldn't leave him behind. Never. But still... Gregory watched as someone threw half of a subway sandwich in the trash. He dug it out. It was wrapped up, so the trash didn't touch it. He unwraped and smelled it. It didn't smell like it was bad. He put it in his backpack and kept walking. So far off to a good start. Yep, that's what his life had been reduced to. Alone. On the streets. Considering finding a sandwich in a trash can good luck. Two weeks of feeling hopeless, now, being miserable. Gregory sighed as he looked over at some kids, who were pickpoketing people.aybe he could learn to do that. His dad always said never to steal unless you had to, but this seemed like one of those times. He continued to watch them as they managed to go up to people and take cash and credit cards strait out of there pockets. He couldn't do that, he would get caught. Instead, gregory targeted a woman siting on a bench, her purse on the ground next to her. She was distracted by a phone call. Perfect. Gregory walked past her as casually as he could, the ducked behind the bench, reaching around the side and into the bag. He pulled out a handful of cash and shoved it in his pocket, when the woman noticed him and yelled, "hey, kid! Stop!" He ran. Gregory rounded a corner, the woman running after him. He hid behind a garbage can and the woman looked around. A few minutes later, she left, growling. "Stupid kids, stealing from me!" Gregory counted out cash. All of that for $10? "Better than nothing " He sighed, shoving it back into his pocket. He went to a dollar store, grabbing a toothbrush, a bag of chips, and a flashlight. When no one was looking, he put more food into his backpack. After paying for the chips, toothbrush, and flashlight, he had three dollars left. He put the flashlight in his pocket and the rest unto his backpack, bit when he tried to leave, the alarm went off. Gregory cursed and fled, around a corner, down the street. He wasn't fash enough. Someone grabbed him by the backpack, and he wiggled free, ready to fight if he had to, even tho this guy was over twice the size of him. "Oh." The man said. "You want this backpack? Too bad." He tossed it to the store owner. "Here." "Hey! You can't just-" "I just did." The man laughed. Gregory watched them leave, the sun going down. Great. Now he had nothing. He walked back to the alleyway. The next day, he had no luck finding food, but the day after, he woke to something hitting his head. At his feet was a little zebra cake. He looked around to see where it had come from, and spotted a little girl with pigtails peeking around a corner. She smiled and threw another one at him, then ran away. Gregory stared in silence at the spot where she had been standing. The little girl had just walked up and given him food. No one had ever been that nice to him. It was kinda strange. He opened one of the cakes and ate it. He considered eating the other, but decided against it. He put it in his pocket in case he couldn't find any more food. Gregory stood and walked down the street. There had to be some way to- then he smelled it. Someone cooking food on a grill. Actual cooked food! He followed the smell to someone's backyard, and waited for them to go inside, then, he climbed over the fence and grabbed some hotdogs. He jumped over the fence right before the person came back outside. Gregory ate the two hotdogs. It had been a while since he had had a real meal, and it seemed to give him more strength and energy. He stood to find more food. By the time the sun set, he had found a pack of cookies and some taco bell that someone had thrown out. He went back to the alleyway and fell asleep. 2 years later, gregory was a looking at a poster on a wall. "Yall really built on top of it?" He said. "Hmm..." He looked down at a newspaper laying on the ground. Nine kids missing. *continues in notes*