Hola, amigos! Me llamo AwesomeTrinket! OK, enough with the Spanish. I'M WRITING A NEW STORY! AND IT'S A SEQUEL TO THE CHILD! OMGGGGGG (OMG RUN meme face) Enough with the retardedness, time to get serious.

FIRST OF ALL, IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE CHILD YET, DO IT NOW BEFORE READING THIS. THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS TO THE CHILD AND OVERALL YOU WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON IF YOU READ THIS FIRST. GO NOW. NOW. NAAAOOOOOOWWWWW! GET OFF MY SERVER AND IUSDFGISAGFIAGIUWASGTIWT465782

Sorry, I got a little out of hand.

Also, this story takes place in 2020. The last chapter of The Child was in modern times, (2015) meaning that Janie is now 8. So expect some things that have not yet been invented yet in this story like floatiers, lovepells and stuff. And with that...LET'S BEGIN :D

Chapter One

Blood

Mike peeked through her room's door and looked at his eight-year-old daughter, Janie, who, at that time, was sitting on the bed staring at a photo of her and her now dead sister, taken half a decade ago. He sighed. She looked just like her older sister. The only difference is that she's 9 years younger then her and she had purple eyes instead of green. Today marks the 5th anniversary of her sister's death. A month ago it was her birthday.

Janie sighed and put the photo back on the nightstand. She had moved to Blood's room when she was five and old enough to understand that her sister was dead and never coming back, but she didn't change any of the furniture in there. Just added some of her stuff here and there. She wouldn't even let Mike wash the sheets because it still smelled of her. Mike felt bad for her. She must be crying on the inside ever since Blood died. He decided he would try and cheer her up and take her someplace for lunch. He quietly knocked on the door and came in.

"Hey, sweetie. Do you want to go out for lunch? It might cheer you up." He sat down on the bed and put his arm around Janie, who sighed.

"OK..." Janie muttered.

"Where do you want to go?" Janie looked up at the ceiling as if thinking before saying, "Freddy's."

"Alright, sweetie, we'll go where you want to." Mike gently smiled. Janie didn't, her face still, her eyes almost lifeless.

"Let's go." She quietly said, standing up and brushing the dust off her white dress, before slipping her bare feet into shoes that looked like The Wizard of Oz, which was also the same color as her dress. That's the thing about Janie. Ever since she could understand about death she's always looked like she's fallen into a state of depression, which she has. Always emotionless, like a doll. She somewhat rarely speaks, and when she does if you don't have good hearing you need a huge amplifier to hear even a trace of what she's saying.

And there's that thing about her clothes. She didn't really care about color or style. She just wanted her sister back. She also remembered her sister was wearing white at the time she died. So every day she just wore a simple white dress that went to her knees. When she wore socks they were also white. When she looked at anyone who knew about her tragedy in the eye they instantly feel her depression. It's why she doesn't look at the people she knows, or if she accidentally looks at them she breaks the eye contact. She looked out the window for a moment, and for sure she thought she saw Blood looking at her.

No, Janie, pull yourself together. You're just going through another stage of depression. She's just a hallucination. She's dead, remember? She thought to herself. She blinked, rubbed her eyes, and Blood was gone. She sighed in relief. So it was a hallucination.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Mike asked.

"Nothing, Dad...I'm just hallucinating." She whispered. "Come on, let's just go." She slowly walked to the door, Mike following her. When they reached the lobby the friendly receptionist said hello to them. Janie looked up and quietly waved, never showing a smile or anything.

"My, you've grown a lot. I've known you since you were just a week old. I've also noticed that you or your sister haven't been out for five years." She sweetly smiled at the girl. At the mention of her sister, Janie looked away, as if about to cry. "What's wrong?"

Mike stepped in for her. "Her sister...died..." He muttered.

"Oh my gosh, I had no idea! I'm so sorry." She gushed.

"It's fine..." Janie whispered. Because the receptionist was in her late 50s, she couldn't hear very well, so she didn't hear it. "Let's just go."

"OK, sweetie." Mike put a hand on her shoulder and they walked over to Mike's hovercar. Sure, it's beat up and old, but he's got to take what he gets. Besides, neither of them minded. As they got in the car, that's when she felt it.

Insanity.

As she stared out the window, she imagined herself killing everyone she saw, from the lady that was casually jogging to the homeless person. No, Janie, what the heck are you thinking! She furiously thought to herself. It was no good, she kept on imagining it. Then she saw her again. Blood. She was sure that it was her. The figure standing on the sidewalk staring at her had the exact same scar she had. As Mike pulled up to a stoplight she spoke to her.

"Janie... I just want you to know I love you and I always will." She had said. She shook her head again and blinked, but the figure still stayed. She thought for sure that she seriously was going insane. Blood violently began coughing, making her flinch in her seatbelt. Before she knew it she actually was coughing up blood.

"Janie...it was the Marionette that did this to me...(cough cough cough) When you get to Freddy's..(Cough) go to Pirate Cove...(cough) and I'll explain..." Blood said between coughs. In front of her eyes, Blood disappeared, along with the blood she had coughed out.

"I need to see a doctor..." She sighed.

"Hmm? Why so, Janie?" Mike curiously asked as the light turned green.

"I just saw a hallucination of Blood coughing up blood. It sounds weird, I know." Janie muttered.

"Don't worry, sweetie, you're just going through a state of depression. You even said yourself at home that it was just a hallucination." Mike smiled.

"OK..." Janie sighed before looking out the window. Then she got the feeling again. The feeling to kill everyone she saw. She just knew that she was going insane. She just knew it. God, I wish my sister was back... Was her last thought before they floated up to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. She quietly smiled for the first time in five years as she thought, I'll finally see my sister again, even if she is just a hallucination.

Poor Janie. She must be going through a lot. But anyway, you wouldn't think I would just abandon these two, would you? (Edit: Oh my gosh that rhymes)