17#Reminiscing.
That night, Tyler-in his white tank top undershirt, laid in his back in his bed on his dark bedroom, looking at the Fredbear plush-toy Evan had given him earlier that morning, holding it with both hands while it rested on his abdomen. After returning home from therapy with Terrance, he went upstairs, did his homework, came back downstairs into the living-room where he watched TV with Terrance until it was time for dinner, then went back into the living-room and watch some more TV-with his Mom and Terrance, until it was time for him to go to bed. And now here he was, in bed, staring at his dead best friend's plush-toy bear when he should've been asleep.
He couldn't stop thinking about the day's events that had plagued him. Seeing Evan, talking with him, Evan's warning of "five days" and him being visited by three unknown visitors over the next three days-starting today, and seeing Circus Baby at school twice today and him being the only one who could see her.
How was that even logical, much less possible? And why was she glowing that same faint light as Evan? Could it have been her ghost? No, that couldn't be it. Robots didn't have souls like humans did. Could it have been someone in the costume? Yeah, that had to be it. How else would Circus Baby have gotten from Utah all the way here to Colorado? After all, it wasn't like no one had ever been in the mascot suits before. Many employees at Fredbear's Family Diner had worn the Fredbear
suit and the Spring Bonnie one. Yeah. That was the answer with Circus Baby. Someone dressed up in the costume came to the school today. It had to be that, it was the only thing that made sense. She couldn't have just got up and walked all the way here on her own...right?
"What is happening to me? Why is this happening? What does it all mean anyway?" Tyler asked Fredbear. "And i'm talking to a toy." He said, realizing the awkwardness of the situation. Here he was, filled with questions he had no answers to, and venting them to a plush-toy bear. Why? It wasn't like it could respond back. Although, Evan had mentioned to him on a few occasions that the Fredbear plush-toy talked to him when he had it. It had been given to him as a gift by his Dad on his 8th birthday at Fredbear's Diner in 1982 and since then, he and it were inseparable. He had never gone anywhere without it, not even school. So why had he given it to him? Another question he didn't have an answer to.
Tyler turned over on his right, hid the plush-toy back under his bed, turned back over on his back, closed his eyes...and then drifted off to sleep.
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