October 10, 2017

13 hours 13 minutes

It's been 4 days since that incident. It was good for the reputation of the pizzeria that the pizzeria was not working that day, and there were only children with adults. However, this practically does not change anything.

Chris is in a coma right now. Fredbear "bite" the frontal lobe of the boy, but the chance that he would survive, although it was negligible, was still there. But even if the boy survives, he will still remain disabled for life. He will be like a baby who has just been born, who knows nothing and is not even able to walk. At least that's what his doctor, Mr. Robinson, said. The doctor was already treating the second Afton. It would seem that only yesterday he discharged his strange patient William Afton. But everyone wanted Chris to survive.

William stopped having any contact with Michael at all. His father just didn't want to talk to him. What was he even thinking about when he pushed him into that mouth?! That's exactly what he didn't think. It was just a joke. One of his jokes. A joke that led to disastrous consequences. A joke that went too far.

Naomi was angry at Michael, which was unlike her. Even if the man was a murderer who had a million victims on his account, the girl treated him as a good person who had done nothing wrong. And here she, like dad, did not talk to him, and if she saw him, she went into another room.

As for Chris' friends, it's not very good either. Charlie stopped sleeping. The girl tried her best not to think about that day, after all, she must be strong. Charlie heard the door slam. Someone came to their house. Charlie jumped out of bed and went to the door that opened her room. She clung to her as tightly as possible, listening. Judging by the sound of footsteps, the man was walking into his father's office. Realizing where he went, Charlie boldly left the room. She was wondering who it was and why he had come. The girl, quietly and carefully stepping her feet on the floor, went to her father's office. She moved as close to the door as possible so that she could hear the words.

- Hello, my friend. - Charlie recognized Mr. Afton in that voice. He put something heavy on the table, and the girl guessed that it was alcohol.

She couldn't make out what he was saying next. The words merged into a kind of incoherent whisper, which was sometimes interrupted by sobs. Charlie felt a lump rise in her throat. Apparently, Scott came along with William, since there were three voices in the office, and Charlie recognized them. She could hear her father and Mr. Cawthon saying something soothing, but it didn't help much. Unable to listen any longer, she walked away from the door and returned to her room. Charlie lay down on the bed and cried. Memories weighed heavily on her. She remembered how she and Chris played together, ate pizza. She remembered how they all trained Quentin together, listening to Gabriel singing with their ears closed. They were so great together. Charlie wiped her tears with her palm. She shouldn't cry, because strong people never cry. Isn't that right? Charlie was constantly thinking about Chris. She felt sorry for his parents, she felt sorry for Naomi. That day she thought she would never visit the Aftons again. Charlie didn't want to see how things had changed there. She didn't want to see Michael.

Helen, Thomas, Gabriel and Cassidy made the same decision. Naomi wanted to be alone, alone, in silence, in her thoughts. And when Naomi went outside, the guys were always there. Thomas told various stories, Helen told about Quentin, Gabriel about Freddy, Cassidy about animals, Charlie just about everything mixed up, Agnes about working as a lawyer, and Olivia about the types of cakes. Spencer and Sarah sometimes joined them. Sarah was almost in the same condition as Naomi. Paranoid always felt at least a little bit of anxiety around someone, but there was no such thing around Chris. It felt like all her paranoia was disappearing instantly. It's like it never happened. Spencer also began to communicate a lot with Thomas. They had a lot in common, and Thomas himself looked like one of Spencer's friends. Just as pedantic and smart. In general, the boy also tried to support Naomi.

And also something happened to Spencer. Chris, going into another room, left a plush Fredbear. He, of course, pretended to be an inanimate toy. However, when Spencer came and told everything, he saw that no one had taken the toy, so the boy took it himself. And brought it home.

- Couldn't I have been given to Naomi? - Fredbear suddenly spoke up, sitting on Spencer's bed.

- What? Am I hallucinating or are you alive? - Spencer was startled.

- I'm alive! And you stole me! Even though Chris isn't dead, you still have to bring me back! - Fredbear replied.

- I am... Officially in shock. - Spencer said.

Of course, bear later told Spencer everything, and the guys decided that no toys could be brought to Chris's room, which means Fredbear will stay with Spencer. Only no one knows that the bear is with the boy, so he rarely takes it somewhere, and if he takes it, then only in a backpack.

Agnes also became good friends with Thomas. They also had a lot in common. Spencer thought Thomas liked Agnes. What about Olivia? She felt very sorry for Chris and his friends. Naomi, Charlie and Helen also became friends with her. They spent time together at either Charlie's, Olivia's, or Helen's house. Neither Naomi nor the others wanted to go home to the Aftons. The girls were playing games, doing their hair. Only then did they really have fun. It was as if Olivia was replacing Elizabeth with them. Sometimes they saw her in it.

And also K'hadesh. He was always with William everywhere. He has seen everything and knows everything. And Chris' death will give him even more energy. There's just a little bit left. Only Charlotte remained. And then, the ghost will be able to gain control over its victim. He will be able to do whatever he wants from his hands. There's not much left.

October 11, 2017

3 hours and 30 minutes

Late in the evening, when William came into the house and went to sleep on the sofa in the living room, not even reaching his room from fatigue, Naomi did not sleep. She knew that dad had been working late lately. The girl quietly descended the stairs from the second floor down to the living room. She covered her father with a soft blanket, wrapping him up like a child. Naomi continued to stand for a few more minutes and watch him breathe softly, stroking his head. It was then that she peered into these painfully familiar features, noticed deep shadows under his eyes that caused only sympathy.

- Sweet dreams, daddy. - she said in a whisper, getting ready to go to her room and kissing her father on the forehead.

But soon it will all stop.