The room changed again. This time, it was at the pizzeria. The child laid under the table, crying softly to himself. Music blasted, children ran about, screaming and having a great time.
3 days until the party.
The child whimpered, imagining scary imagery of them, their crooked smiles, their laughter.
He left without you.
The child cried again, gripping the cold tiled floor. He was frightened, he just wanted to go home!
Hurry, run towards the exit.
The child got up, slowly crawling out from under the table and ran towards the exit. Suddenly a figure loomed over him, Fredbear. It stared down at his, his big eyes glimmering. The child screeched to a halt, looking up at him. He was frozen, trapped in fear. He started shaking, panting a little as tears dropped down his face.
It's too late. Hurry the other way and find someone who will help! You know what will happen if he catches you!
The child ran, going straight into the stage room. Music roared in his ears and children were dancing and singing along.
You can help if you can get past them. You have to be strong.
He ran. He needed to be strong.
Gravity worked against him, the boy flew forward, hitting the carpet. A shadow crept on him, Fredbear. The boy screamed and went into hysterics, the children looked over at the commotion.
Tomorrow was another day.
Again... The same thing. Check the doors and bed. Check the doors and bed. Check the doors and bed.
"This... This is like purgatory!"
"This... This is it...? This is nothing but the same thing-"
His words were cut short when suddenly a hand grabbed at the boy's collar. The monster slowly leaned into the room, satisfied at his capture. The boy screeched and squirmed at the monster's grip.
"LET GO! HELP!" The child cried out, hitting the monster's arm. It's eyes, purple, scanned the child before laughing in a disturbing manner. It was purple, a HUGE rip down his chest but the red bow was still intact. He was ripped and tattered, his ears flopped on either side.
"Wait... No... Bonnie!"
Bonnie didn't hear, he was too busy licking his lips. He was ready, ready to bite into the crunchy skull.
"Bonnie! Hey, Bonnie!"
He gripped the child's shirt collar harder, gaping open his mouth. The child screeched and squirmed harder. Bonnie slowly brought the child closer, his mouth gaping wider, the wires began to tear. He hovered above the child's head, ready to bite into his skull and taste the sweet.. Delicious blood.
"No...BONNIE!"
Bonnie's ears twitched and shrunk back a little.
"It's.. It's working, BONNIE, BONNIE CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"
Bonnie looked around, recognizing that voice. That voice! It couldn't be!
"J... Jeeeeee..." It croaked.
Something zoomed into the closet, for the closet's doors closed and slowly opened again.
"Yes... Yes he... Remembered... Foxy?! FOXY?!"
The boy began to hear the voice too and looked around, the grip loosening.
"GUYS, HEY IT'S ME, JE-"
6:00 A.M.
So close! He was so close!
The connection was still not strong enough for Jet to appear in physical form. But he felt the nightmares slowly began to weaken. They were being taken back by Jet's sudden appearance. They remember him, their caretaker, their listener, their tinker! They... Remembered... their closet friend.