It's been about six months since the resurfacing of Freddy's or well something like it. Most things have gone back to normal, as normal as our lives  can get. I had left school, for some reason I wasn't liking it as much after all that happened. It seemed so disconnected, I was to far from 'home' but I wasn't sure what would happen if I went back, but it was too late to worry about it now. The sign that read 'Welcome to Hurricane' faded from my rear view mirror as I made my way into town.

it was almost impossible to focus on school when you just figured out that one of your childhood friends died when she was 3. I never even knew the real Charlie, just one of her father's creations. It's a weird thing to think about, I know. I can't even imagine how John feels about this. He dated Charlie and found her grave in a span of a few weeks. And then the other Charlie, another one her father made, fell in the hands of Afton.

Afton also tried to kill me, or turn me into one of his creations, or both. I don't think I'll ever be able to live a normal life. John is still living in the area, I've seen him once or twice since the incident. Jessica still lives in her apartment, I've seen her quite a bit. we're still trying to wrap our heads around the situation with Charlie. Marla hasn't come up to Utah in a while, but that's understandable she lives out of state. Lamar, he's NEVER coming back to Hurricane, not after what happened at Fazbear's. Even in the worst of situations. I couldn't say I blamed him, there wasn't anything good for him here.

I decided I wanted to get out of the house, even though I had just returned. I'd called Jessica before I left, but she had plans for the day. Instead I head to John's, as he was still close by. About halfway through the drive letting my mind wander. Everything being fairly recent that's where my thoughts go to. Deciding to just focus on where I was headed instead. Arriving at John's in about 10 minutes.

It would have been smarter to call him before I left.

Reaching for the spare key, since John has always been taller than I am. He trusts me enough to tell me where it is, luckily, he hasn't moved it. I unlock the door and step inside, closing it behind me. The place is silent, which means he's most likely working, or slept in, and knowing him, he wasn't exactly the sleeping in kind of guy.

I go to turn around, and head back home when I hear footsteps from inside.

"Hey, didn't expect you here."

I snap out of my thoughts at the sound of John's voice, and turn around, looking back at the apartment.

We both looked at each other, a confused expression on his face. Then I remembered that I hadn't told him I'd left college, so he wasn't expecting me to be in town, which I understood.

"You on break?" He asked

"No," I reply, I don't know exactly how to tell him that I dropped out, I just couldn't handle everything alone, since I was going to college in New York. I planned on going back for the summer semester though. He looked at me confused.

"No? What are you doing in Hurricane then?"

"I'm taking a semester off, going back in the summer for the summer semester courses. I just needed some time after all that..."

"That's understandable, we all went through hell. You especially."

I nodded, I didn't know quite how to respond, we'd all been through hell and back with the return of William Afton, the old animatronics, and whatever else came along with them, I wasn't even sure being back in Hurricane was the best idea, but I had nowhere else to go. So here I was, back in this nightmarish town, it looked the same as when I left. Nothing changes in this town, and I can't say that's a good thing. I couldn't help but wonder why John stayed, there was nothing left in Hurricane for him, there wasn't anything left here for any of us, yet we still came back, or never left at all. Why, I'd never understand, but I was glad he was here. It made returning to Hurricane a bit less daunting.

"It wasn't just me, we've all been through shit," I reply. "There's no way around it, after what happened at Freddy's, none of us have been the same."

John simply nodded in response, a wordless acknowledgment and agreement to what I'd said. I stepped inside his apartment, as I'd been standing in the doorway for the past few minutes, without realizing. There was a while of silence, neither of us could find conversation to fill the emptiness. All we could do was stand there and take it as it was. So much, yet so little has changed, we were the same people as we were, but different. John still worked construction, and you could tell by just looking at him. He had the same look to him, clad in his worn leather jacket, he was steadfast, always as I remember him.

I hadn't changed all that much either, though I wasn't as solid as John. My hair had gotten longer, and my attitude wasn't what it used to be. Though, returning had started to bring it back. I no longer had to pretend the horrors at Freddy's, and everything that came after didn't happen. I was never able to talk about it to the people I've met in New York. My roommate would think I was crazy, and so would anyone in their right mind. If it hadn't happened to us, I wouldn't believe it either.

After a few long moments of silence, something beeps from the kitchen, snapping both of us back into the present. John paused for a moment, briefly looking over his shoulder to see what has made the noise.

"I have a pot of coffee on if you want any." He offered, turning back towards the doorway. It was still fairly early on in the morning, so a coffee was definitely appealing.

"Yeah, sure. That'd be nice."

We both head into the kitchen, where the coffee pot was, a red light on the side signifying it was finished brewing. I leant against the counter while he grabbed mugs from the cabinet just above the coffee maker. He poured himself a cup, and set that mug aside not putting anything in it, just leaving it black.

"Any cream or sugar in yours?"

"Just some cream, thanks."

He pours the coffee and hands me the mug before taking his off the counter. Leaning against the small table that sat in the center of the kitchen. We once again fell into silence as we sipped on our drinks, this time a comfortable silence. A small table top radio sat behind be on the counter, so I switched it on. Fast Car, the same song that played the day i'd first left Hurricane, played softly on the radio. Before I knew what was in store when I returned. It was ironic in a sense, it almost felt like that song itself describes what happened. I left in search of a better life outside of Hurricane, but it fell through, and my options were to stay and fight for the life I wanted, it come back to the life I had.

As the song faded out I zoned back in to reality, John was still across from me drinking his coffee. My half empty mug sat beside the countertop radio. It all almost seemed perfectly normal, just quiet company, and a cup of coffee in both our hands. Some cheesy pop song in the background to finish it all off. We are just about functional, even if it's only for a few moments. Maybe coming back to Hurricane wouldn't be so bad.