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Chapter 8

Jason's P.O.V.

I arrived at my apartment, finally realizing how tired I was now that all of the adrenaline had worn off. My legs felt like lead, head throbbing, and my hands shaking terribly. I collapsed in my bed, just needing to try to rest and meet with the thing that I was speaking to.

I fell asleep surprisingly quickly for being in such a terrible bed. It was more of a table than a bed it was that hard, but none the less, I was asleep quickly and was soon enshrouded in a familiar darkness. A cool gray mist kissed my feet as it swirled and surrounded me. Normally, I would've been terrified and trying to find a way out of this, fearing the horrors ahead. However, tonight was different and it almost seemed comforting, surrounding me and holding me in a blanket that would protect me from the outside. I hadn't felt like this in a while now. I haven't felt safe since I began working at Freddy's, hell, I hadn't felt a real safeness since I left my parent's house on my own. It wasn't a typical happy, hugging everywhere, mother crying waving until the last of the car was consumed by the horizon goodbye. No, this was a rather violent and abrupt goodbye. Granted I had never caused any of this I felt the need to make my own decision to leave before I was caught in the crossfire.

My father, tall and reasonably fit for a man entering his late 40's and working frequently, was away from home often during work, but he would usually come home happy to see me with some form of souvenir from where he had come from. He had slick black hair, similar to mine that was now showing gray and thinning. He began to come home later as he got older, and he would often have the stench of beer on his breath when he came home late. I was around 19 at the time and it began to crack and tear apart our already brittle relationship we had. I was more worried for my mom than I was myself. They would argue whenever he came home drunk and would often argue as I lied in my bed awake listening to the shouts coming from one another. Often I would here a bottle crack and shatter, presumably from my dad, and I would rush down the stairs into whatever room they were in. When they would see me they would stop and take their argument into their bedroom. I would lay awake hearing my mother's weeps not of pain, but of sadness and sorrow. I myself began to cry as I knew the only reason she dealt with it was for my sake. I decided then and there that I would leave to give my mother the freedom to leave him. I felt no sympathy for that jackass of a father and hoped she would leave him that day. When I left, I figured I'd just done something good for my mother who deserved much more and let her be free. Never before was I so wrong…

My father brutally murdered my mother that night…

The police report said that she had been brutally stabbed five times in her torso, puncturing one of her lungs. Next, she was beaten with a bat on her face and chest, breaking her ribs and nose. Then she had her eyes stabbed multiple times, causing her to be blinded. She was apparently let go to wander as there was a trail of blood and footsteps. When she fell she was stabbed to death in the back multiple, excessive amounts of times. The police said they've never seen any man more sadistic about murdering someone, and not even trying to hide or run from it. He just stayed there and waited, cooperating with the police.

The thought of this made me begin to shed some hot tears down my face. I was angry, upset, and confused all at the same time. I blamed my father for doing it, but then I blamed myself for leaving my mother. I realized I wasn't what was caging those two in, I was the glue that held them together and I broke them. I was abruptly awoken from my train of thought as the mist began to flow off of me in a vortex. It began to thicken as it packed itself and suddenly I was greeted by the puppet figure that I had seen during my shift. "It wasn't your fault Jason. You couldn't have done anything to stop it. Had you have stayed all you would've done is witnessed the brutality for yourself." It said in a soothing, echoing tone. It slowly floated towards me wiping a hot tear off of my cheek. It continued by saying, "Take comfort in knowing your mother is in a better place and your father will pay for what he has done. Seem insensitive, but we must talk quickly, for my time is limited." I sniffled a bit, rubbing my nose and began to try to focus. "Okay okay, I'm good. Let me ask first before anything, who are you?" I asked with curiosity on the brain. The figure smiled and shifted into a woman. She had a tight blue dress on with black heels, and diamond earrings. She had a soft face with a loving smile, as though a child had just asked her a cute question. Her long curly brown hair bounced as she approached me. "I am many things, I can be anything so I can be anyone, but those at the pizzeria call me Marionette." she said now in a very soothing voice sounding like a human now. The area around us began to rumble like an earthquake, and I witnessed the Marionette flicker before me. Looking down at her arms she said in a very hushed tone, "Freddy is coming tonight. I'm sorry Jason but there isn't much time so I'm going to try to explain this quickly as I did earlier. Freddy can and will invade your dreams at night every so often, but it weakens him so he needs to build up his energy to do so. Myself and Golden Freddy will do our best to protect you and for now it seems as though we can keep him at-""Wait Golden Freddy?" I interrupted, "You mean that thing that appeared in my dreams last night?"

She nodded, and once again and again, the area shook, much more violently this time. "Agh!" She spat, changing back to her puppet form "I'm sorry Jason, but I have to ready myself to protect you. I won't be able to speak with you tonight, but he shouldn't hurt you tonight. You won't notice this time as I was only caught off guard the first time. Goodbye Jason." Her voice began to fade as she vaporized into a swirling vortex of mist that disappeared out of thin air. "Huh? Wait no! Don't go yet!" I said slashing at the ground where she seemingly disappeared. I had so many more questions to ask her. Mind racing, I was quickly interrupted by what felt like the whack of a bat on my head and suddenly I woke up. I looked over at my clock and saw the time reading 4:13. Good. A realistic amount of sleep this time. Nothing hurt as I looked around expecting to be sore or in pain like I was last night.

Time Lapse

I looked down at my flip phone as I was watching some show that I was watching, but wasn't really processing anymore. I was so deep into thought about tonight and what would happen the next time I encountered the Marionette. Come on Jason. 10:41. Better get ready I thought to myself. I got up, got dressed in my uniform. I then went into my bathroom and began brushing my teeth, when suddenly I heard a child's giggle. I dropped my toothbrush out of pure surprise and fear. The old crumbling door creaked open as I peeked out into my living room, looking for the source of the sound. I began to slowly creep around, inspecting the place. Pull yourself together man. Even if someone was here it's just a kid. What's the worst that could happen? I knew not to think like this and I knew better. However, after not finding anything for a good 10 minutes I was beginning to think it was nothing, when finally I froze at the door to see the same Golden Freddy suit that I had seen in my dream. I froze and stood still, intimidated by the force in front of me not knowing what its intentions were. We stared each other down for a second, and eventually, causing me to flinch it made that same child's laughter. The figure suddenly vanished and I stood for a moment, dumbfounded by the fact that it really didn't do anything. I relaxed, hoping that it was truly good. I walked back to where I was brushing my teeth and saw that my cracked mirror was fogged over like someone had been taking a shower. Written in it were two words that made my heart sink down to the people below me.

IT'S ME.

Anyway guys finally I have uploaded and I set it up for the most part, leaving you with a little cliffhanger to sit on. Hope you all enjoyed :D