Fredbear was about to go back to his spot near the wall when he noticed a shadowy figure standing near the now dimmed fireplace. Despite the darkness, he could see well enough to recognize the figure as one of the local grim reapers on sight. It was his job to bring the souls of the dead across to the afterlife, a monumentous rask really.
"You're late, Tchin," Fredbear growled, barely able to control the anger that was starting to worm its way through him. Much of it didn't even come from the fact that she'd died, but rather from the fact that she'd been trapped on Earth much like himself instead of moving on. That wasn't supposed to happen. She should've moved on, aided by the reaper in front of him. Instead, she was stuck in limbo. She may not be able to understand at first, but she would eventually learn of the yearning to move on that all trapped spirits eventually got. Fredbear, could feel that within him, even though he'd been one of the few to stay by choice, having wanted to watch over the pizzeria.
Tchin stepped forward towards Fredbear, ruby colored eyes reflecting the dim, blue glow that came from Fredbear. The reaper's normally light grey hair took on a slight sapphire tint. It was an odd look on him to say the least.
"She wasn't supposed to die tonight," he said, adjusting the scythe he held over his shoulder so he could reach into one of his many coat pockets. Then he held a small, ratty notebook open to a page filled with names, all in different colors, and various annotations, "She's not on the list yet. I came as soon as I caught wind that something had happened, but I was too late. Marion's string broke long before it was due to be cut." the notebook was replaced by a length of white string that was frayed badly at one end.
"I know that because I was practically the only witness to her murder. You should have done something. But you didn't. And now she's trapped, and I'm stuck with you as well," Fredbear grumbled, turning away. He walked back to his place and sat down, as he couldn't support himself telekinetically for very long without tiring himself out. The fiery anger that had burned its way through his heart was already beginning to fade into resignation. Fredbear had never been able to stay angry at anything for very long. It wasn't in his nature.
"What could I have done? There was no warning. We didn't know it would snap," Tchin sat down as well at one of the tables, his scythe disappearing into the air. Usually it was just for symbolism and function, but Fredbear knew that it could be quite the lethal weapon if Tchin was threatened. It was a minute or so before Fredbear answered.
"I don't know," he said finally. Tchin's gaze met Fredbear's sad eyes for a brief second before the reaper looked away, uncomfortable with much prolonged eye contact. After that Fredbear looked past Tchin's physical self and into the reaper's aura for a second, ignoring the more apparent colors that signalled his personality and looked deeper into those that showed his mental state. It wasn't as accurate as mind reading, but Fredbear could get a general idea of what people were feeling and thinking. Tchin's colors rarely changed, but there was some variation this time around. Tchin was disappointed. In who, Fredbear wasn't sure, but it was at least something.
"I'm going to scout around outside and make sure there's no rogue spirits. If I'm going to be stuck here for awhile, then I might as well make sure we're all safe. I don't particularly feel like getting attacked by anything unpleasant," Tchin phased through the wall, going out to view the area. Reapers were some of the few spirits who were able to cross back and forth between the afterlife and the physical plane easily, due to their specific jobs. However, Mary was a Puppet Master, quite a powerful type of spirit and dangerous to not only other spirits but also the living world if not properly taught how to control their powers. When reapers missed bringing Puppet Masters to the afterlife, they were trapped in the physical plane. It was meant to make it so that the trapped Puppet Masters always had someone beside them who could help them move on. More often than not, though, it merely caused some reapers, who were already doing their jobs unwillingly much of the time, to become bitter and angry. Fredbear knew that Tchin wasn't like that, though.
Unhappy with the recent events, Fredbear let his telekinesis go and slouched into a position that would be extraordinarily uncomfortable for any living human. However, he let the glow in his eyes remain, illuminating the dark restaurant that he, and now two others, called home.