Memory Log #3

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It's been a month since Elizabeth went missing... I think. Or maybe a year? Or a week? Two weeks? I... I don't remember. Really, I can't remember a lot of things. I think I'm going insane...
Or maybe I'm already insane! Hahaha...

I barely remember what I was trying to say... half the time, I have no idea whether I can trust my senses anymore.

Father says I'm fine. Mother says... wait, wasn't she dead? I... but I saw her...
No! She's not dead, and she thinks I'm insane too.

Lizzy talks to me sometimes... I can never remember what she says...
Except that she hates me. Everybody hates me. I remember that quite well. I'm not worthy of love. Not after what I did. Not after I killed-- what was his name again?
Tee-hee! I forgot my brother's name too!

Father says I'm seeing things. He says I'm seeing them because I'm a bad boy. He says that if I behave, they'll go away. I want them to go away, so I listen to Father. But he still says I'm a bad boy. I'll just listen to him more, then!
Then, all the nightmares will be gone, and then, I can sleep! No more toothy Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Cupcake, Plushtrap and Fredbear coming to eat me in the middle of the night! I'll be safe again.

I remember what I was saying now...
Uncle Henry came to our house today! He said something about looking after me... I don't remember. But here's the weird thing; there was something outside my window today! He looked like Freddy, but purple! I wanted to go see him! So I got out of my room... but he was gone.

So I kept walking. It was raining, I think. I kept walking, and walking, and walking...

And then I stopped. And then I screamed. And then everything went dark.

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