After we fixed Jake, we took him back to Pirate Cove, and I stayed. Jake had woken up, so Bonnie and Chica came in, upset looks on their faces. "Jake, it was us who drew on your face..." Bonnie trailed off. "And we're really sorry!" Chica finished. "It's OK. I'm sorry fer goin crazy." Jake said. The two walked out of the room, leaving only me and Jake. I grabbed Jake's hand, and hugged him to try and make him feel better. He smiled, and he hugged me back. "I'm sorry..." He said. "It's OK. I know you didn't mean it. I get that you're depressed. I've been there..." I said. "Really? I don't remember ye bein depressed at all." Jake said, and I put my head down. I stayed silently sobbing, remembering what happened. "Y-you wouldn't understand.." I said. Something flew through the curtains, slamming me and Jake to the wall. There was a few blurs running over, and a couch was in the Pirate Cove, overturned. The blurs came closer. "Oh God.... no..." someone said. I turned my head to Jake, who locked eyes with me. "Help..." He moaned out, really quiet. I saw a black, creepily torn up Freddy looking animatronic looking over angrily. After that, I passed out. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!" I heard the black Freddy say. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm Nightmare.." He said. After that, I passed out.
