Jeremy wakes in a cold sweat yelping, and looks around. It takes him a few seconds to realise he's in his bedroom, and all that was a dream. But the dream felt so real. It was as if it really happened and he was the killer. He felt every emotion and saw everything the person saw. A sickening feeling hits. What if these dreams are some sort of memory...? But how could that happen?

Swallowing hard, Jeremy forces himself to get up and get washed and dressed. Once ready, Jeremy grabs his phone and sends a message to Kellen. His friend likes investigating these things; and he loves FNAF. He pauses to remeber parts of the dream- the golden bear and the golden bunny's head belong to Fredbear's.

"Hey, is there a news article about a missing
Boy from Fredbears diner? Could you send it
If there is?"

After sending the text, Jeremy makes his way back to work. He debates the entire way there whether it's worth talking to Dale about it. His manager probably wouldn't belive him, but he has to warn others about William. A dangerous child murderer shouldn't be in the game. If he's affecting Jeremy this badly, what would happen to other people that encounter him? He doesn't even know the motive behind any of this.

So, when he arrives, he immediately goes to Dale's office and knocks on the door. When he gets a reply, he walks inside. Dale looks up at him and grins.

"Ah Jeremy! How is the testing going?"

"That's actually why I'm here..." Dale's smile fades, and Jeremy swallows nervously. "Somethings inside the game that shouldn't be. It takes the form of spring bonnie and goes by William. I think-"

Dale at him, now expressionless "Afton is not inside the game"

"But he is, Dale. This thing is intelligent and human-like, and definitely not a piece of AI at all. Ever since I met him I've been having nightmares about his memories! Last night I saw him kill a-"

"No bodies were found! Therefore, William is innocent. He never kidnapped or killed anyone. There's just no proof"

"Dale you have to belive me. He's in there! He's like a virus that can manipulate parts of the game. I think part of his soul or conscious was on one of those chips, and it was transferred in"

Dale stands up, raising his voice warningly, "Jeremy, stop. You haven't seen anything. It's probably just an Easter egg from one of the developers!" Why wont he just belive me?

"no it's-"

"Jeremy" He grits his teeth fustrated, "You're seeing things. Now get out my office before I'm forced to fire you. And don't tell anyone about it"

Jeremy wants to argue back, but Dale doesn't believe him so theres no way he can get his point across. Sighing, he quickly leaves the office and back to the testing room. Instead of entering the game again, Jeremy sits in the spinning chair and stares at the headset. He knows that whatever the rabbit is -whether it's a glitch, an Easter egg, a hallucination, or actually Afton- it is there and it is dangerous. If no one will belive him, then it's up to him. He has to destroy him.

No bodies were found, therefore William is innocent

How could Dale defend this monster after what he did? It's so obvious that he kidnapped and killed those kids. He disappeared around the some time they did! The lack of evidence of the bodies shouldn't have allowed him to walk free. It's all bullshit.

Shaking his head,  Jeremy takes his phone out his pocket as it buzzes, and looks at the message from Kellen.

"Of course! Here you go!"
"What do you need them for?"

"Thanks"
"I just need to know something

Jeremy opens the link attached to his message, and it opens up a news article titled "Toddler snatched at FredBears Family Diner". Its dated November 1, 1983.

Sammy Emily was abducted from the family diner while playing in a secluded area with his twin sister, who reports seeing the rabbit mascot before his disappearance. Sammy Emily was never found, leaving the question open of whether the child is alive or dead.

This is not the first tragedy, however, to have stuck this popular restaurant. Just a few months prior, a young boy's skull was entirely crushed by Fredbear after being placed too close to his mouth. Norman Afton was declared dead five days after the incident.

Jeremy pauses on that line. Norman Afton? The boy killed by Fredbear was William's son? Is that why he killed the kids... as revenge? He continues reading, biting his lip.

Both victims are related to the co-owners of the family diner, and people have begun to wonder if this is a coincidence or not.

Jeremy stops reading, trying to figure out with what to do with this information. He thinks for a few seconds, then squeezes his eye shut, trying to see if he can get find the memory somewhere in his mind. If he's correct about the dreams, then the memory should be somewhere here.

Fredbear stood at his stage motionless, his once golden muzzle stained red with fresh blood. The limp body of a young boy hanging out of his mouth, which seems to be clamped between his powerful jaws.

Feelings of anger and dispear. Grief.

Horrified screams of adults and kids.

Four kids at the foot of the stage wearing masks of the mascots, staring up at the bear frozen. The shoulders of the boy wearing Foxy shaking in a sobbing motion.

Seeing the incident is far worse than just reading it.

Chewing the inside of his lip nervously, Jeremy hesitantly puts the headset back on as he starts the game up, getting out of the chair and tucking it under the desk. William is waiting for him, towering over the monitor, his purple eyes piercing into his own.

Jeremy isn't scared this time. He's angry and disgusted at the monster in front of him. William moves around the monitor to the spot next to him. But Jeremy glares at him, backing away, "Stay away you sick bastard! I know what you are and what you did to him!"

The parasite in front of him just stares silent, cocking his head slowly to the side.

Jeremy continues, anger getting the best of him, "You kidnapped that poor boy and brutally murdered him because Norman was killed, didn't you! That's why you targeted Henry's son, and not the daughter"

"I loved him. There's nothing stronger in this world than the love a parent feels for their child."

"You're a monster! You're a sick, twisted murderer who hurt innocent kids! You can't hide behind grief for that! I'm glad you can't hurt anyone anymore"

In a swift movement, William grabs Jeremy by the arms and pins him back against the desk so he can't move. Jeremy screams loudly, and immediately struggles against the grip. But his arms are pinned so he can't even take the headset off. The fingers roughly dig into his skin.

"Get off me! Get off! No!" He cries out.

William leans close enough to Jeremy, so that he can see inside the mouth of the suit. It's a dark space of black, but he's almost sure he sees a set of yellowing teeth behind the mascots own. Jeremy starts to feel light headed as he shakes in fear.

"I will be free one day. I will find a way out"

-
Staff rush into the testing room to investigate what all the screaming was about. They find Jeremy on his knees shaking, the headset thrown away from him as he takes in deep breaths. His face is pale and glistening with sweat. Lewis rushes forward and sits beside him. "Jeremy?"

His eyes show fear, but his face is almost entirely blank. He slowly looks at Lewis "You have to belive me. Something's in there, and he's dangerous. You have to destroy him before he escapes"

The game developers look at each other, all wondering the same question. Who is he? They watch Jeremy as he stares off into space, and decide that he's just overwhelmed by the game, and sleep deprived. It's the only explanation.

"Come on...I'll take you home..." Lewis mumbles worriedly, helping him to his feet. Jeremy stands, but sways side to side lightly with a distant look on his face. It's almost as if he's not entirely there anymore, like he's lost a part of himself. This isn't him. Something's really off.

Lewis takes his arm and guides his coworker out the building to his car, and they get in. He drives to Jeremy's house in silence, occasionally glancing over at him wishing he would talk or at least snap out of it. But Jeremy just stares absently out the window with a strange expression in his eyes that Lewis can't seem to pin point. He starts to wonder if there really is something else lurking inside the game that everyone refuses to belive exists. If it does, then it's likely the reason why Jeremy seems so unlike himself.

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"Daddy, why won't you let me play with her?"

A bright room with tiny, baby-like robots that sit on the stage. A tall female animatronic with bright red pony tails towers over the room from her stage. Her blue eyes are soft and occasionally glance around at the children. Red circles mark her cheeks, and her face has sections with each individual face plate.

"You let the other kids play with her!"

She lifts a finger to a balloon, and inflates it for the group of children. They all cheer. A little girl with the same red ponytails stands in the doorway, staring longingly at the animatronic. She holds a slightly disfigured funtime foxy plush in her arms.

"Didn't you make her just for me?"

A high pitched scream echoing through the hallway, followed by that of a young girl.

"Oh daddy, let me go to her!"

The room is dimmer this time. The animatronic stands slumped over, frozen in motion. A dropped ice cream cone lays on the floor beside a funtime foxy plush that had once been determinedly sewn back together from its mangled state, abandoned suddenly.

Grief. Misery. Guilt.

It's all my fault.

-
-

I look around the diner, at the little kids and the messy tables and sigh. There's been a huge decrease in popularity ever since Norman died and Sammy went missing. It's not considered a safe place for children anymore, as any reasonable parent would. The two animatronics stand on stage, stiffly singing and moving. We haven't been allowed to wear the suits for months now; we're waiting for the news to die down. Though, it's very likely that Fredbear's will close down soon before that day ever comes. Our business is dying. And if it does? I'm taking Spring Bonnie with me.

Henry became distant after Sammy's death. Charlie had told him and everyone else that she saw Bonnie take him, so naturally all fingers were pointed at me, the man who mostly wears the costume. Of course, there was no body so no one could prove I did anything. But, Henry still seems to belive that I did it. Well, he knows I did it. So now he tends to stay away from me, probably trying to figure out his feelings. I'm not sure how I feel about him anymore either, but I'd be lying if I said that our friendship starting to slip away didn't hurt slightly.

Shortly after Sammy died, Henry spent weeks to months off. He left Mark, who had not even been here a year, in charge and I'm fairly certain he was given instructions to watch over me. I had broken the trust between us.

When he finally came back, he had a new animatronic. A tall, thin puppet animatronic, that's body was black with white stripes, with a white mask with rosey red circles for cheeks and two purple lines coming down its face to its permanently smiling mouth. It always sat inside a huge box that was decorated to look like a present, playing a music box version of My grandfather's clock. It was made to protect the children, mainly Charlie.

It was made to protect them from me.

Occasionally, its masked face will peek out of the box, only to hide away again once it knows everything is okay. The kids wear wristbands that notify it when a child leaves the restaurant or enters a restricted area. If they do, then it will swoop out and come to the rescue.

I hate it. I hate it so much.

Glancing over, I see it's black eyes peering at me from inside the box, only to retreat back under the lid when I glare at it. I make my way over, then look at the boxes scattered around the present. Carefully, I pick up each one and place them ontop of the present to weigh it down, so now it can't get out.

"I bet it was your dad!"

"Your dad is a freak and so are you!"

"We don't want you here!"

"No one wants you!"

I turn towards the voices and see three kids shoving Charlie towards the door of the diner, each one taking turn to make hurtful remarks. She sobs heavily, not even attempting to reply, and stumbles through the door as they shove her out. As soon as she goes through the door, the lid of the box begins to move as the puppet struggles to get out.

Charlie looks through the window with her tear stained face, then wanders out the veiw of the window. After glancing at the box again, I follow her out onto the wet streets as rain thunders down onto the path. I walk in the direction that Charlie went, and find her in the alleyway outside the diner, huddled by the dumpster crying and hugging herself.

I cautiously move towards her, and sit down beside the crying child. "Charlie?"

She looks up at me with teary eyes and sniffles "I miss Sammy. The bad rabbit took him away"

"I'm so sorry Charlie" I say gently, putting my arm around her. She sniffs again, leaning against me. She doesn't know I'm the 'bad rabbit'; She doesn't know who the man holding of her really is. She just knows I'm her dad's friend.

My mind briefly wanders to Elizabeth. She was only a child when my own creation took her. Circus Baby and the others were designed to take kids, but not Elizabeth. I tried so hard to keep her safe, but the curiosity of a child works harder. I wish she was still here.

The guilt and grief in my heart sting, and a single tear falls down my face before it converts into anger. I snap once again, moving my hands to her throat and strangling the child who I have watched grow up.

She chokes and gasps, and struggles significantly more than Sammy did. I pin her down with my knees, then bring her head up and smash it down hard onto the pavement. A strangled scream escapes her throat. Again, I lift her head back up and repeatedly smash it back down onto the floor until the back of her head is sticky with blood and she stops moving. I sit back, staring at the dead girl on the floor underneath me. I almost feel bad, but no remorse or guilt ever comes.

I move Charlie behind the dumpster, shut her eyes, then walk back towards the fire exit. As I glance back to the spot where I left her, I notice the puppet crawling on the floor as if it were injured. It slows down as rain drenched through the fabric, but it determinedly crawls over to Charlie and embraces her in a hug. It's a strange sight.

Then it goes still for the last time, holding her in it's arms in a final embrace.