“Welcome home, Andy.” Ria came to hug and manged to almost choke him to death. It was finally Andy's 16th birthday. It had been two years since that incident with his past. “Hey man, how you've been?” Jesse came to hug the poor boy.
“Guys, stop it. You're going to kill me on my birthday. Andy spoke in a light British accent. Ria remarked on how his hair had grown. His half blue and half brown eyes stared at the house. “Is Uncle Sammy okay?” A man in his 20s ran after him.
“Noah, Emily, what a pleasant surprise.” The rest of his friend group came to the porch. Andy was pretty surprised about his party. Then he felt like he was vomiting.
He was in a dark state. Two figures walking in the distance.
“Mum, dad?!” Andy called out to them, but he was immediately pulled away by something rotten. “Grandfather, let me go! You ruined my life!” After he said those things, he transitioned into a bedroom. It was his bedroom.
“Dad, you promised you're going to come back, right?” A little Andy ran towards his father. “Can I go with you?"
“You know we can't let you go, right, Charlie?” His father ruffled his already messy hair.
“Mummy, look, my tooth is off” The older Andy stared back in sadness. He didn't like this memory. It switched to the next morning. Younger Andy was crying while police tried to find his parents.
The next cycle was him being 15 again. His Uncle Sammy trued calling his phone, but he was in too deep. A purple figure appeared behind him and inject him with something. His friends stared in horror as he began to hallucinate dead kids saying to save them and give them peace.
“You're just as pathetic as your father.” Andy stared at him in glowing eyes and wiped his brow. “I'm going to kill you, William, I swear on it.”
The memories started to cloud into one big storm. He stared back in horror. Trauma, anger, guilt, and sadness were mixing in together. Andy tried running towards the light but can't. He sank low, crying. He was going to die, like his parents, like their friends and like everyone who was curse to be in the hands of his grandfather.
Another figure held his head up high, whispered something in his ear, and he awoke from his dream. He was at the couch while his friends gave him some space. Immediately, he wanted to go back to Freddy's.
“Are you certain, we still remembered what happened last time.” For a brief moment, his eyes glowed, but he immediately got his jacket and scarf.
All of them went into Jesse's car and drove away. Ria was distressed about her friend's state. He looked paler than usual, but she was willing to do anything for her friend. They parked at the side of an old building, the one they knew too well.
“I'm back to stop you again.” Andy whispered in his head as head in. A strange feeling of nostalgia hit him. “Grandfather.”
