A/N- And now for my first of four segments on the death minigames. I apologize for this chapter's shortness.
Chapter 4- SAVE HIM
The moment I left the pizzeria, I walked into another scene. A fading sign in front of an unfamiliar building read "Fred Bear's Family Diner". I think even a couple letters were falling off the sign. The diner itself wasn't too shabby, just a standard restaurant. I spotted a little boy with dark hair and pale skin standing by the door, crying. He wore a hooded sweatshirt and faded jeans.
"They didn't invite me," the boy sobbed. To add insult to injury, it was raining. I walked towards the kid. He stood by the rusted metal pole holding the sign up. He turned his head in the direction of the doorway. I crept closer to the door. An energetic crowd of children gathered around as a robot bear dashed around the room, delivering cake. I took a close look at the bear. His yellow fur seemed eerily familiar, but I doubt it's coincidental that Fred Bear looks like "Golden Freddy".
Fred Bear's innards were barely audible amongst the racket coming from the children. The kids happily devoured each portion of cake served. My attention then flickered to the other child.
He wiped his face with his sleeve before noticing a car pull up. The reek of cigarettes overwhelmed my nose. A tall man with sickly, yellowish skin got out of his car and walked toward the child. He ran a hand through stringy, unwashed dark brown hair before pulling out a knife. I closed my eyes. I heard the child scream and a body hitting the grass.
The scene soon faded, well all, except for the kid's body. I stared in horror as the kid slowly got up. He slowly mouthed an old children's song.
All around the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel;
The monkey thought 'twas all in good fun,
Pop! goes the weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle—
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
I think he repeated the same song a few times. I backed away. With each repetition, he seemed to grow and change. Slowly, I came face to face with Jack. The puppet noticed me, turning to face me.
"Ooh, Mike," he chuckled, drifting close to me. "I hate to drop my identity so early, but I feel like I must."
"Must what?" I asked.
Jack just smiled. "I was the first, the others came after." He wrung his hands. "Aaron Caldwell fell before they did." Another pause. "I don't have the heart to tell you the rest. It's best you see it for yourself, Mike." He vanished and I woke up.
Oh, my God. Why did I have to speak to some freaky puppet thing? Does this mean that Jack has a kid spirit inside him? And what's this about not telling me the rest. I guess my new pal Tall-Skinny-and-Freakish wants to keep things a surprise.