Author's note:

If Jack's dad is still alive then there will be no Springtrap! Rip. If you already know about the FNAF plot, you'll get it.

Also, where's Jack aka The Crying Child's sister anyways...? (if she's really exits).

Chapter 5

A Caring Friend

A few days later...

Houser cannot recall what even happened back then, back at that night. It felt so real, so real that when Houser woke up, he could feel the freezing cold inside his throat, he could feel the freezing cold inside his nose, and it was hard to breath. Today, he decided to do some research. Today, he has to find a way to stop this madness, this torture, this suffering that he had had for 6 years straight. Today, he will go to the the library.

After he had his breakfast, Houser was ready to go.

As for Jack, he had the same feeling as Houser. Freezing throat, freezing nose, but he also noticed that his eyes were all dried up, those reddish eyes cried so much that no tears were left for it to cry anymore. And when he woke up, he found himself lying on the hardened floor. He too, scared of that moment. Luckily for him, today there will be a festival at a nearby camping ground. Jack can go there and relax as to ready for another night. Jack remembered when he at Houser's house. Yes, they hung out. They had some conversation, they talked about themselves, they talked about school, they talked about their friends, but they never talked about them. Jack could see the dark circles under Houser's emotionless eyes, they're still there, dark and fearful. Something definitely is up with him. Jack thought as he is brushing his teeth in the bathroom. What are you hiding Houser? He thought again, suspected, questioned, while brushing his teeth. *sigh* You're just overthinking again... He let out his thought again in tiredness. After taking shower and changed his clothes, Jack goes downstairs, and sees his brother, watching TV.

"Finally up, eh?", his big bro said, as he's mocking Jack. "Yeah, what's the problem?", Jack got used to this, his brother always like that, his brother always mocking him, taunting him, ridicule him, scoffing him in various ways. Jack get used to that. "Uh, nothing? Hey, if you go to the kitchen then grab me some snacks in the fridge, k?", "*sigh* Fine...", Jack said and went to the kitchen. The kitchen as usual, messy, no one cleaned the dishes, no one cleaned the cabinets, no one cleaned the fridge, no one cleaned the kitchen, Jack did, and the tidiness only lasted a few hours, only to become another mess again. Jack gives out another sigh again, as he opens the fridge. The fridge, suprisingly not that messy, the food is fine, the smell is fine, the fridge is fine, no rotten food, no odorous smells, no malfunction. The fridge is actually fine. Huh, this fridge is weird..., Jack thought, he grabs a plate of unfinished pizza slice out and brings it to his brother. "Thanks.", "Uh... you're welcome?", Jack nervously said, his brother gives a small chuckle, "You're really easily bullied, kid. Try to get stronger, like me.", his bro said as he showed his muscle out, and boy, that is some muscle right there. Jack is not that suprised, he's already seen it, it didn't encourage him much, but he just suprised that his brother has just given him an advice. "You're... you're giving me advices?", Jack said with his widened eyes. "Well duh, what else would I say? Now get out of my sight before I beat you up again, kid.", his brother isn't nice, his brother doesn't sympathize, his brother didn't care, but deep inside, he still cared. "Ugh, fine. There'll be a festival near the camping ground tonight. If you're interest-", "Ok, I'll go.", as Jack hasn't his finished word, his bro interfered. "Uh...ok.", Jack said confusedly, "I'll just go to my friend then." "Your friend? I'll just hope that your friendship lasted long. Heh.", his bro mocked him again. Jack sighed, he opens the door and went outside, to his friend's house.

Oh and by the way, his brother's name is Michael.

9:25 AM

Houser arrived at the town's library. The library itself is pretty big, it has 2 floor, lots of windows, lost of books, lost of nerds, and old as well. The library is a place where Houser always comes to read books, it calmed him after every terror night, it gave him the knowledge, it helped him to make friends.

6 years ago...

It's been a year since that thing started haunting Houser, it's been a year since he had dark circles under his eyes, it's been a year since The Accident.

Houser is still a social awkward, though. Not until he met Jeremy.

Hmmm, interesting. Houser thought, while reading the book. I wonder if I can use a wand too, I wanna learn some Latin also. He was reading a book about magic stuff, about there's a boy with some kind of scar on his forehead. Houser turned to another page, I should bring this book home. I'll return it in a few days. Houser was standing near bookshelves, he's trying to find a book to read, to calm him, and he found this book. Despite the young age, Houser can understand most of the complicated words. The library was so big that Houser even forgot where he was. It was because it's a library of a nearby university, a university where he wanted to study at. But he also wanted to study abroad, he also wanted to see the world, he also wanted to make them stop. The lack of social skills also stop him from achieving his dream, his distant dreams, why would a 5 years old worrying about his future anyways? Maybe I should read more about it. Houser stopped at a table before going to the librarian's place. As Houser sat down, reading, there was a little boy, about the same age as his, sitting next to him. "Ugh, what's the answer? This is so hard.", the little boy muttered himself, he seemed disturbed with the math questions. Houser as always, shied, he took a glance at what the little boy was doing. It was Math, for the kids as his age, it was kind hard, but man, for Houser, it was nothing but some basic calculation. "I hate Math so much!", the little boy muttered himself again, he seemed angry,*sigh, and leaned back at the chair. Houser started to get itchy inside, he didn't know if it was the dissatisfaction for leaving a blank answer, or if it was the urge to help the little boy. He tried to speak, but he couldn't, so he tried again, Oh my god, saying something Houser!

"Uh...um, t-the answer w-was 69...", finally! Houser has spoken.

"...huh?", the little boy looked up to see who was saying it, and he looked at Houser, the kid that was sitting next to him. "I-It was 69?", the kid said in a suprise.

Houser shakingly nodded his head, "Y-yeah.."

"Oh, thanks man!", the little boy widened his eyes, happily thanked Houser. Then he started writing down the answer.

"Y-your welcome...", Houser said in a relief.

"Thanks, what's your name?", the boy asked, he jumped Houser.

"Oh,I'm...Houser, Houser Wasly!", Houser nervously replied.

"Geez.", the little boy chuckled, "You don't have to say your full name. I'm Jeremy. Nice to meet ya."

"N-nice to m-meet you.", Houser said abruptly, again.

"Jeremy!", said a distant voice, "Let's go home!". "Ok!", Jeremy shouted back, "Sorry man, it's my mom, I gotta go home now. See ya later!", Jeremy said as he took his exercise book and pencil case with him.

"Ok...bye.", Houser waved Jeremy goodbye, he's gonna get to see him again, it's because Jeremy was his new friend.

Inside the heart of the quiet kid, a glimpse of what called hope flickered. A hope for him to keep moving on, a hope for him to stay determined, a hope for him to live.

"Hmm, let's see...", Houser muttered, as he's finding something on the bookshelves. Huh, nothing. Guess I'll just find it on the Internet. Houser thought, as he goes to a computer. The computers in the library are nothing but old-fashioned, they're big, they're slow, and they're sucks.

15 minutes later...

Finally! Houser thought in disturbance. This is why I don't use library computer. Houser is looking for something on the Internet, something to help him identify what the hell those things were and why they were after him. According to Houser's search term, a website wrote:

"A hallucination is a perception in the absence of external stimulus that has qualities of real perception."

Hmm... Houser thought again, as he searched another one.

"A nightmare, also called a bad dream, is an unpleasant dream that can cause a strong emotional response from the mind, typically fear but also despair, anxiety and great sadness."

Fear.

Despair.

Anxiety.

Sadness.

Those words got caught in Houser's eyes, as that is what he had felt every night. Maybe, just maybe, it was nothing but just a nightmare? Nightmare huh? Since I didn't have a name for you, I'll just call you Nightmare. "Nightmare...not a bad name though.", Houser muttered, as he was thinking if all of what he had experienced, nothing but just a dream?

"Psychopath is traditionally a personality disorder characterized by persistent antisocial behavior, impaired empathy and remorse, and bold, disinhibited, and egotistical traits. It is sometimes considered synonymous with sociopath."

Maybe, I'm just crazy. After the thought, Houser decided to do even more research on this. Without knowing his friend Jack is coming to his house.

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(For those who can't see, it's not that important to know ;) )

As Jack arrived near Houser's house, he noticed, a boy came out from that direction, it was Jeremy, what's he doing here? It only took a moment for both of them noticed each other.

"Oh, hi Jack, what are you doing here?", Jeremy asked, as he used his leg to hold his bike.

"Hey, I came to talk to Houser. Is he at home?", Jack asked.

"Nope, his aunt said that he went to the town's library not long ago."

"Oh, well can I talk to you instead?", this is Jack's opportunity to ask Jeremy if he knew anything about Houser, since he's his best friend.

"Sure man!".

Later, Jack and Jeremy arrived at the park, they sat down a nearby bench and started talking.

"Say, what do you think about Houser?", Jack asked.

"Oh you know the guy, he's very shy of course. I even remember when I first met him, he was so why than he even had hard time talking to me. He's just bad socializing.", Jeremy said.

"Yeah, he really a shy guy.", Jack said as he gave out a small chuckle. "What else do you know about him?".

"Well, Houser, he's the one of the smartest student in the school, apart from terrible P.E class experiences, he is a lonely guy. So I became his friend, I helped him with socializing, doing some running around the neighborhood,.. Oh and he also helped me a lot with the homework, he can solve lots of hard one. He's like gifted, ya know...", Jeremy said like he really cared for his friend, it's because he really, is cared for his friend.

Jack, still suspecting Houser, it seemed like Jeremy hasn't told him enough, there's something Jeremy didn't tell Jack. "Hey Jeremy...".

"Yeah?".

"You know there's something wrong with him... right?".

"..."

Jeremy went silent, he knows, he knows what exactly Jack is talking about. Of course he knows, he has been Houser's friend for 6 years, he understood Houser. "I...", Jeremy stopped for a moment, before giving out his honest answer.

"Well, I've been noticed his strange behaviours."

"Of course!"

"You know too? Houser has talked to girls from our school recently, that kinda shocked me ya know. Did Houser tell you?", Jeremy said excitedly.

"Wha-...", Jack paused, this is not what he expect from Houser's best friend. "N-no! I mean have you noticed those dark circles under his eyes?".

"...well,yes.", Jeremy said, back to his serious tone, "I've noticed it since Houser and I stayed became friends."

"Yeah that's right!".

"But aren't you have those under eyes as well?", Jeremy said, pointed his finger towards one of Jack's eyes.

"W-well, I just had difficult from sleeping lately...", Jack lied, although it was true.

"It seemed that Houser had some sleep difficulties too."

"Yes but there's just something wrong about him, don't you know?", Jack asked, narrowed his eyebrows.

sigh* "Well, lemme tell you something.", Jeremy said with his frowned face, "To be honest, you're just a creep for asking such a question. I mean Houser is a shy guy, yeah he's awkward and stuff. But hey, he tried his best to keep improving his social skills. Not just like you questioning about his personality!". As Jeremy was saying, he stands up, goes to his bike, and looked at Jack, who is now frozed at what Jeremy just said. "Come on man, just give him a chance. Talk to him, maybe he'll feel better, not just backbiting him like that.", as Jeremy spoke out of his last words, before cycling away.

Jack was left paused, he shouldn't have asked that question. For a guy like Jeremy, it's best not to question about his friends, especially Houser. Jeremy too, worried about his friend. He too, can feel Houser's sadness. He too, had experienced what Houser had been through.

He is a caring friend.

"Tomorrow is another day."

Well, well, well, another long chapter I see :))

See you at the next one.

Update: Well I've just noticed that the book I've mentioned at Houser's flashback was far from The Bite of '83. Oh well, it's an alternate timeline anyways, gotta give it chance ;)

Update 2: God damnit! Of course! Jack aka The Crying Child's brother's name was obviously Micheal!!! I'm sorry guys, I'm an idiot. I've changed the name now.