"Daddy, please don't leave... I'm scared..."

"Your nightmares aren't real. They can't hurt you, you know that. Here. Fredbear will protect you from them, alright? Try and get to sleep"

"Ok...I love you"

"I love you too"

--
Jeremy yawns as he enters the testing room, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He had slept rather well, but his sleep was frequently interrupted by weird dreams which don't seem to relate to anything. A man and his son at bedtime -a strange concept for a dream- but brains work in strange ways. Not everything can be explained.

He takes the headset and puts it back on, preparing himself for the animatronics and the possible return of William. But hopefully the anomaly won't return. Or at least not try to talk to Jeremy. He has felt weird since leaving work yesterday; like something is missing, or that feeling when something is slightly out of place but you can't figure out what. The weird feeling added onto the weird dream has only lead Jeremy to the conclusion that it is connected to William. What else could it be?

Once the game has loaded, Jeremy immediately presses Night 4. It loads up quickly, and Jeremy begins checking the stage and Foxy's cove. Immediately, Bonnie and chica leave the stage and begin to make their way towards the office. Keeping his camera on Freddy, he checks the door lights for either one until freddy's laugh echoes through the building. Searching for Freddy, Jeremy listens out for footsteps on either side.

He finds Freddy stood in the doorway if the girls bathroom. Jeremy checks Pirate's cove again, biting his lip seeing Foxy halfway out the curtains, then flicks back to the camera he saw Freddy in. Heavy footsteps to the left approach, and Bonnie walks slowly past the window, immediately standing at the door instead of the corner. Jeremy shuts the door, and checks for Freddy again.

Freddy's jingle plays in the kitchen, signalling the position of the bear. He's getting close. After opening the left door, Jeremy checks Pirate's cove again. Foxy is just visible from the side of camera, getting ready to run. Flicking back to Freddy, he finds that Freddy has once again moved, but this time to the corner. Wow he moved fast.

After checking the doors, Jeremy checks Pirate's cove at the same time as he hears swift footsteps to the side. Quickly, he slams the door shut, but after hearing the bang from Foxy he still suddenly gets jumpscared.

Jeremy screams, falling back in surprise. The screen goes dark, changing into a game over screen which is just a small TV with two buttons either side.

He takes a few breaths, trying to calm down The game had glitched, allowing Foxy to get through. He'll have to tell Dale.

Jeremy presses restart but nothing happens. Not even a loading icon. That's strange. He tries again, but still nothing.

"That's enough playing around Jeremy"

A familiar raspy voice sends chills down the back of his neck, causing him to shiver. So much for not encountering William again. The game over screen fades, and turns back to the game selection panel.

"Wh-what do you want?"

"Its been so lonely in here. I'm glad I have a friend who's alive. Intelligent life instead of AI" If Jeremy wasn't so on edge, he probably would laugh at the idea of being friends. "I think we should get to know each other first. Maybe then I will let you do your job"

"Is this blackmail?" He asks, finally managing to turn and face the rabbit.

"Oh no dear boy. I just know that you won't talk if I let you do your work" It...he...cocks his head to the side questioningly, face never changing from the almost Cheshire cat grin. Its definitely one of the old costumes.

Jeremy thinks about it. He doesn't want to talk to him, as there's an aura of uncanny weirdness that seems to affect him, but at the same time he can get to know more about the anomaly and what it is exactly. Because there's no way that he's talking to an actual person.

"Fine"

William claps his hands together in joy once, and steps closer "This will be fun! Stop worrying. I'm not the bad person you think I am"

Is that supposed to calm him?

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm a graphic designer and they needed my help with a few things, although not as much as I thought I would. I guess they thought i would do better testing the game instead..." He's not exactly lying, but also not telling the entire truth. He can't trust William. Not yet.
"What are you?"

"Something someone like you wouldn't understand. I was once like you. Now look at me"

"What's your favourite colour?"

Jeremy pauses briefly "...Grey or blue. What do You want?"

"I want to be free again, to live like you. It's lonely in here...you're the first face I've seen in a while"

William seems to inch closer again, but now almost cautiously, and leans forward as if talking to a child, hands on his knees and crouching to his level. He speaks in character, mimicking the exact voice that Spring Bonnie used to talk in.

"Who's your favourite animatronic?"

Jeremy freezes, heart skipping a beat. Something about this seems so eerily familiar, but he can't figure out why.

"It's Bonnie, right?" 

William disappears as the headset is removed by another person, and Jeremy turns to face Lewis in confusion and relief.

"You should've an hour ago, what were you doing?"

"I...I don't..." Jeremy takes a shaky breath to calm his nerves. His legs tremble slightly, and the floor seems to sway under his feet. He takes a step and collapses, feeling dizzy and dissociated from his body. His head throbs with an early sign of a headache, and he swallows hard to try not to vomit. Why does he feel so awful?

"Woah!" His co-worker, failing to catch him, crouches beside him to check if he's okay. He notices the colour drained from his face, and his trembling hands. Lewis just assumes that Jeremy has been playing way too long and it has been negatively impacting him.

"Some...somethings wrong. Somethings...inside the game. Wil-William...It's not supposed to be there..." Jeremy manages to stutter out, still desperately trying to figure out why such a seemingly harmless action scares him so much.

"William? I think you were in there too long, you're loosimg it because you're tired, scared and overworked"

"But I-"

"You're a mess...come on I'll drive you home"
--

I sigh, looking around the dining area bored and disheartened. This job hasn't been a joy anymore for months since...well...I have my reasons. Soon I will have to go and entertain the kids using that old, death trap disguised as a costume and pretend I actually care about entertaining noisy brats.

Today is a quieter day. There's only a handful of families here, and just around 13 kids. Most of them are either on the arcade games, or sitting at the tables eating. I'm still surprised this place hasn't been shut down after the incident, although it has taken a huge fall in popularity.

I can't say I blame anyone though. Being the father, I was greatly scarred by the event too. But not scarred as in traumatised or grieving, but it has changed my life. I mean cruel, dark thoughts within the shadows of my mind, and burts of anger that come and go. His death could've been easily avoided, but I don't hate Micheal for causing it. Kids make mistakes.

I notice Henry look over at me from beside the stage, and I take that as my queue. Its showtime. I make my way down the hall to the staff room, and carefully slip into my costume which had been moved a while ago for Freddy's show. The spring locks press against my skin, though not as tensely as the used to. I had adjusted them slightly to try and reduce the chance of being torn apart again. It takes a few minutes, but once I'm in, I take a few more minutes to get into character before sliding the head on.

Making my way back to the dining hall, I hear a familiar giggle coming from the closet on my right. The door has been left open, revealing Henry's twins sitting on the floor playing. They don't even notice I'm there.

Just then, something clicks inside me. A sudden burst of jealousy and anger. Why should Henry get keep his family when I've lost some of my own? Sammy finally notices me, and the two go quiet as they stare back confused.

I lost my son to one of his prized possessions. Now he will to.

Quickly, I move forward, grabbing him forcefully and carrying him in my arms as he squirms, quicks and cries. I place a paw over his mouth to muffle his screams, but there's nothing I can do about Charlie's terrified cries from the closet.

My mind goes completely blank from the anger as I burst back into the staff room and lock the door behind me. Sammy wails and cries in terror in my arms, begging me to let him go, but nothing will change my mind.

I throw him on the ground and quickly move onto of him to pin him down, wrapping my pawed hands around his throat and squeezing as hard as a can. He chokes out sobs underneath me, desperately gasping for air and hitting at me to try and get free. But I'm stronger.

My grip tightens, and the blind rage inside me builds up more and more. He continues to choke and gasp, his pitiful squirming starting to stop, and he slowly goes limp as life drains from his eyes. Once Sammy has stopped moving, I remove my paws and stare down at his lifeless body satisfied, but now concerned.

Where ever will I hide the body?