Freddy sat against a tree, relaxing in the shade, with bushy brown haired Jeremy on his lap in Freddy's protective arms. They both were watching Toy Chica and Fritz, who were at the swings; Fritz was yelling "higher, mommy, higher" as Toy Chica softly pushed his swing with giggles. "Mommy is pretty, daddy." Jeremy said suddenly.
Freddy nodded absentmindedly. "Yes, mommy is very pretty, son."
"Do you love mommy?" Jeremy asked, looking up at his father.
"More than anything in the world." Freddy said, kissing Jeremy's forehead. "Mommy is daddy's princess."
"Mommy's a princess?" Jeremy gasped.
Freddy chuckled, but he nodded. "Yup. Mommy's a pretty princess."
"Do you love Fritz?" Jeremy asked.
Freddy nodded again. "Yeah, I do."
"Do you love me, daddy?" Jeremy suddenly asked with a sweet smile, like his mother's.
Freddy held Jeremy closer. "Yes, Jeremy. I love you very much. Do you love daddy?" He asked with a teasing voice.
Jeremy suddenly reached up and gently pulled on Freddy's hair, laughing. "More than the world, daddy!" He said loudly.
"The world?" Freddy asked in disbelief, but he was smiling at the same time. "You sure about that, kid?"
Jeremy nodded quickly. "Yeah! I love you, daddy!"
Freddy held back his tears of happiness. "I love you, Jeremy." Freddy sighed as he felt Jeremy slowly go to sleep for a nap. "I love you, my son."
Toy Chica took Freddy's free hand into both of hers as they drove home on the rainy roads. "Who would've thought how crazy today was going to be?" She said, leaning on his arm.
Freddy gripped the steering wheel with a safe grip as he chuckled. "Well, the boys had fun."
"I hope they don't catch a cold though." Toy Chica mumbled.
Freddy kissed her head quickly. "They'll be fine. They're Fazbear's. We can live through anything."
Toy Chica giggled. "Isn't that the truth? I still think it's funny that we suddenly had a flat tire when we were driving home from the park." She said, her voice drifting away.
Freddy frowned. "Toy Chica…"
"Sorry, sorry." Toy Chica leaned away from him, but kept a grip on his hand still. "I'm still…paranoid."
"Don't be." He said softly. "It's been three years. We must move on eventually. Ennard is…dead. We are in peace."
"I know." Toy Chica sighed. "I know."
Freddy took her hand and kissed it. "I love you, Toy Chica Fazbear."
Toy Chica smiled. "I love you, Freddy Fazbear, my wonderful husband." She peaked back at her sleeping boys. "The twins sure are tired. We put them in their car seats and they just fell right asleep."
"I'm sure being stuck on the side of the road all day was pretty exhausting to them." Freddy grinned as Toy Chica giggled again. "We still made the best of the rest of today though. They never complained."
"No, they didn't." Toy Chica mused. "We should go on vacation." She suddenly suggested.
Freddy smiled. "That's not such a bad idea, Chica." He told her, making her smile brighter. "Where do you want to go? You pick. Anywhere in the world, we'll go, I promise."
"Anywhere?" Toy Chica asked.
"Anywhere." Freddy gave her hand a squeeze. "Wherever my princess wants to go, she'll go. Whatever she wants, she shall get."
Toy Chica squeaked with excitement. "How about Disney world? We haven't taken Jeremy or Fritz there yet."
"Disney world sounds perfect." Freddy told her, giving her a smile. Toy Chica smiled back. Freddy looked back at the road, but slammed on the breaks when Toy Chica screamed. "SHIT!"
"FREDDY!" Toy Chica screamed, covering her eyes.
Freddy swerved away, but the slippery roads were too much for their truck to handle as they rolled off the side and kept spinning down a hill until the bottom, which slammed on all four wheels. Freddy groaned and took deep breaths as he regained his senses around him. Toy Chica was unconscious next to him, and one of the twins was crying. Freddy looked back with scared eyes and Fritz was bleeding from his eyes, which frightened him.
"Fritz, it's okay." Freddy whispered, attempting to hush his son. He tried in pain to turn harder to see Jeremy, but what he saw terrified him. "Jeremy!" He screamed. He reached back with extreme pain as he held Jeremy's tiny bloody hand. "Oh, my son." Freddy said, tears coming down. "Daddy loves you…remember?" Freddy sobbed. "Daddy loves you." He said again as he heard sirens.
"Daddy?" Jeremy's weak voice was heard over his brother's crying.
Freddy sighed in relief. "Jeremy."
Jeremy opened his exhausted eyes and looked to his screaming brother. "Fritz…"
"Fritz is going to be alright, son." Freddy reached over for Julian's thrashing hands as well.
"Mommy?" Jeremy called. "Where's my mommy?" He asked, panic rising in his voice.
Freddy gulped as he looked over to Toy Chica, who was bleeding from her forehead and still limp in her seat. "Mommy's not feeling good right now." Freddy said, tears again leaving his eyes. "She'll be okay. Mommy's always okay, right?"
"I want mom." Jeremy suddenly said, tears leaving his eyes.
"I know you do, but mom-"
"I want mom." Jeremy softly demanded.
Freddy was getting a bit frustrated. "Jeremy-"
"I WANT MY MOM!" Jeremy screamed, pretty much joining his brother. "MOMMY!"
Suddenly Freddy felt movement next to him, and Toy Chica gasped awake. "Jeremy?" She whispered and then cried out in pain, her hand heading to her head.
Freddy let go of the twins' hands as he grabbed Toy Chica's bloody one. "Don't touch it, baby."
Toy Chica was breathing heavily. "What happened? Where are my sons?" She looked back, but held back a scream when she saw the conditions her boys were in. "Oh my god!"
"Stay calm, Chica." Freddy begged, not wanting his wife to have a heart attack at this very moment. "You hear that? The ambulance is coming now."
"Mommy!" Jeremy cried out, reaching for Toy Chica.
Fritz's cries ended, and now he was screaming bloody murder. "MOMMY! MOMMY!"
Toy Chica suddenly was fed up and unbuckled her seatbelt. She yanked her hand out of Freddy's grasp and struggled to open the car door with just one good hand. Freddy noticed her other hand was shaped odd and figured it was broken. Toy Chica let out a battle cry as she shoved the door open and it opened.
She stepped out of the car as Freddy stared at his wife's strength. "That's my girl." He muttered and then took his own seatbelt off, hoping he was able to move. Soon Toy Chica had the backdoor open and held Fritz in her arms, tried to calm his screaming down. Freddy took Jeremy out. "Hey, kid." He whispered as he moved Jeremy's hair out of his bloody face. He noticed the blood was coming from Jeremy's forehead, but it was much bigger than Toy Chica's wound. "Oh god."
Jeremy was suddenly quiet and in a daze, staring at his father. "Am I dying, daddy?" He asked softly.
Freddy sobbed as he shook his head. "No! No! No, you aren't! You're going to be okay!"
"Daddy?"
Freddy gulped. "Yeah?"
Jeremy gave him a small smile. "Mommy's a princess?"
Freddy nodded, seeing that his son seemed to like talking about Toy Chica. "Yes, yes, mommy's a princess."
"She's your princess?"
"She's your princess too." Freddy told him with desperate hope. "Mommy can be your princess too."
Jeremy seemed surprise, but satisfied. "Mommy's my princess too?"
"Yeah, yeah, she is." Freddy told him.
"And Fritz's?"
"And Fritz's." Freddy said, rocking his two year old in his arms. "Mommy's everyone's princess, huh?"
Jeremy nodded slowly. "Yeah…I love mommy."
"Me too." Freddy chuckled.
"And I love brother…"
"He loves you too." Freddy said, fearing what was about to come.
"And…" Jeremy's words slowed. "I love you, daddy." He whispered.
Freddy sobbed. "I love you, Jeremy." He kissed Jeremy's cold, wet lips through the blood and mess. "I love you!" He cried out as he no longer felt Jeremy make movement. "I love you!"
Freddy heard footsteps and he noticed Toy Chica walk over to their side with a gasp and wide eyes, and Fritz in her arms, asleep. "NO!" She screamed. She quickly fell to Freddy's side and leaned onto Freddy's shoulder. "NO!" She sobbed, and Freddy leaned his head against hers, sobbing with her.
The emergency officers arrived at the scene finally, their flashlights shining on the soaked, broken family, with one dead son in their arms.