My name is Samantha Jones, Lead singer and songwriter for the band The Nightmare Police. We do mostly songs about horror and other stuff like that, and we're actually pretty famous, even though we all live in this small town. Sometimes, we put nursery rhymes or songs easily recognized by children at the beginning of our songs, such as London Bridge or My Grandfather's Clock. Even though I'm constantly touring, I'm at home right now, along with my son. I usually bring him along with me on tours, because I'm his only parent.

"Mommy! Mommy!" he yells, delightedly.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Can we go to Freddy's?"

Fredbear's Family Diner. My son's favorite restaurant.

And workplace of my ex-husband.

"Is your room clean?"

"Yes"

"Bed made?"

"Yes"

"Homework done?"

"It's a weekend, Mom! There was none!"

"... Alright."

"YAY!"

His sweet little eyes were filled with joy, and his little smile brimming with happiness.

"Ok, get ready t-"

"But I am ready!"

I realized he was already wearing his coat and shoes.

"Well, Mommy needs to get ready too."

"Aww… ok."

"Hey kids! I'm Freddy Fredbear! And welcome to Fredbear's Diner!"

"YAAAAYYYYY!" A bunch of kids screamed out.

"Do you all want to hear a song?"

"Yeah Freddy!"

"Alright, here it goes!"

Freddy started one of his silly songs.

"Alright Fred, go have fun!" I say to Fred

"See ya' mommy!" He yells, already running to Freddy.

I always found it creepy just how realistically Freddy responds to things. Almost as if he was…

Nah, that's ridiculous. Plus, he's not allowed to move around or anything.

"Hi! Welcome to Fredbear's Family Diner! What would you like to order?" A waitress had come up while I was thinking.

"Oh, hi! Sorry, I'll have a Freddy's Homestyle Breakfast and some water."

"Alright! I'll… wait, aren't you Samantha Jones from The Nightmare Police?"

"The one and only."

"I love your music!"

"Thank you, I write almost all of it myself."

"... Can I-"

"Yes, sure"

I take out one of the photos of me I keep in my purse, sign it with the marker I keep in there, and hand it off to the waitress

"This is amazing! Thank you!"

"...Will you send in my order then?"

"Oh my! I almost forgot! Thanks again!" She says, rushing towards the kitchen

'Oh, my fans. I love them so.' I think to myself.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Samantha Jones" A familiar voice says.

Oh no.

"... Hello, Vincent." I respond to my ex.

"Let me guess. Fred's idea?"

"Yup."

"He just loves Freddy, doesn't he?"

"...Almost like a father"

"That was uncalled for!" He says, raising his voice, with a hint of spite in it.

"What you did was uncalled for!"

"... We should take this outside, before we call attention to ourselves"

"... Yeah"

"... So how's Jeremy?" I ask Vincent.

"He's alright, but he wishes he could see his baby brother more often."

"I'm sorry I'm on tour, making a living." I say with a hint of sarcasm.

"Well why don't you get a normal job?" He asks kind of angrily

"Well why have you been arrested for murder so many times?!"

"I didn't do it!"

"Are you sure, Vincent? ARE YOU SURE YOU DIDN'T KILL MY BROTHER?!"

He was taken aback. He sincerely looked confused, guilty, and angry all at the same time.

"...I didn't…"

"Are you sure?"

"..."

I felt something cut through my stomach.

I had been stabbed.

"I'm sorry, Samantha."

*THUNK*