Five Night's at Freddy's - The Horrific Remains

Chapter 7

When Charlie reached the restaurant, she pulled into the lot and stopped, and parked the car. John was next to her, just like he was the day before. Charlie got out of the Car, with John, and locked the car behind her. Then they went into the diner as the rest of their friends showed up. When they all got inside, they all sat down in the same booth they had the day before. Everyone ordered and waited, talking amongst themselves.

"So, what game are you developing Jason?" Charlie asked. Jason sighed before looking up at Charlie.

"I'm not sure yet," Jason admitted. "I'm just jotting down ideas for what it could be about. I don't know what it is yet."
"The more ideas the better," Marla explained. Jason smiled.

"True." Jason said. Before he could speak again, Matt, the waiter, returned with their food. They had all ordered from the breakfast menu: coffee, eggs, and bacon; blueberry pancakes; regular pancakes and water; Orange Juice and toast. The brightly colored food looked hopeful, like a fresh start to the day. Charlie took a bite of her toast, and they all ate silently for a moment.

"How old are you now, Jason?" Charlie asked.
"I'm thirty-one," Jason said, calmly, "I turn 32 in September." As Jason stared down at his notepad, he suddenly froze, breathing strangely.

"Jason?" Charlie asked. Jason's expression seemed distant, as if he was there, but not mentally present for the conversation.

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As Jason looked down at the sketches he had made, the doodles and ideas for the game pitch he was working on, he was involuntarily fired into a memory.

There was no obvious switch, but as Jason scanned the walls, he became distracted by the children's drawings taped in clusters. Jason was too young to have any memories of his own from being at Freddy's; even Hurricane itself was no more than a hazy set of impressions. But something about the pictures brought up a sense of nostalgia. They were all the same, really, the kinds of drawings he and every other kid had done— figures with circles for bodies and sticks for arms, in a multitude of colors. Only a few details showed which figures were the animals: Chica with her beak, Bonnie with his ears. It seemed like there had been a bit more attention paid to the drawings of Freddy Fazbear. They were a little better; the children had been a little more careful to make the details right. Jason found himself looking at one drawing in particular. It was the same as the others, maybe a little better: Bonnie the Bunny hugging a child. There was no name at the bottom. Jason took the picture off the wall, uncertain why this one in particular interested him so much. John burst into the room with a wide grin and a deep breath, but then, seeing that it was only Jason inside, he quickly returned to a stoic demeanor.

"What's up?" He nodded his head, playing it cool, then casually stepped away before silently returning to a sprint.

Playing hide-and-seek like babies, Jason thought. I hope I never fall in love. He looked back down at the drawing and squinted as though not seeing correctly. The child was now facing away from Bonnie. Jason stared for a long moment.

Wasn't he hugging Bonnie before? He looked out at the main room, but Marla was out of sight, looking for the control room. Jason folded the drawing carefully and put it in his pocket. It was suddenly apparent how quiet it had become outside. Jason stepped out timidly and peeked into the dining room.

"Guys?" he whispered, looking down at his hand to find that the Picture was now missing.

That isn't what happened, Jason thought. Not exactly... what's going on? He looked back at the wall, looking over at the pictures again—and the highest one began to move.