Suite Nightmares

Jeremy's Back

I couldn't believe my eyes. Jeremy, now four years older than when we first met, was standing in the doorway of my friends house. Ever since I saw that familiar white face and big body, I was unable to speak. He gave me a small nod and asked permission from Mary to talk to me outside alone. She accepted and Jeremy held my shoulder and lead me away from the front door and on the deck, closer to the stairs. I was looking down at my feet when we stopped walking and I noticed Jeremy kneeling and reaching for my chin. He lifted my head up to face his and brushed some hair that had fallen in front of eyes.

"Long time no see, eh?" he said with a bit of humor in his voice.

I was still silent.

"I guess you're wondering why I'm here, huh?"

I nodded.

"Well, believe it or not, even when you left to live with your Grandparents, I've been with you the whole time."

I was very confused by his statement and my face even told him so.

"I have been tracking you home phone to see if anything strange were to happen, and what do I find this morning?"

I gasped. The phone call with the murderer.

"15 years the police have been looking for this man," he continued, "He was just too quick, but that was until about five years ago."

My birthday party.

"There were two file reports of two dead adults, both with your last name."

My parents.

"There were a few witnesses who described the murderer as the same man we've been looking for. Even with all the traces that the investigators found, he still disappeared and managed to lead us to false details. He was too smart..."

"But I guess not today" I finished for him, smiling.

"So you do speak," he said, chuckling.

I giggled, the smile on my face growing, and Jeremy ruffled my hair adding his own smile.

"Anyway," he started, "I was just coming to tell you that you're going to be okay and we will find that killer."

I give him a nod of agreement and then notice him looking at Fredbear.

"Hey, I remember you," he said, "He was always the one that kept me safe when I was a kid. He was different from the others, I found, especially that specific one. May I?"

Even after four years, I still remembered that exact same scenario, only with Foxy. I slowly handed Fredbear over to Jeremy and he took a closer look at it and his face brightened as a certain spot on the golden plush toy. He turned him around and pointed to the spot, it was a short, semi-noticeable stitch on Fredbear's side that wasn't part of the design.

"And I was correct," he said, "He used to be mine, I ripped him when I was at the playground and I was eager to fix it. This little guy is very special, if you don't know already."

Does Jeremy know that Fredbear could talk and move? What kind of history does Fredbear have? Does Jeremy know about the kid who died in the diner? I decided to hint at the third question.

"My, uh... my Grandpa told me about something that happened at an old place called 'Fredbear's Family Diner'," I shyly started, "He told me that a boy was bit from the Fredbear animatronic by his brother and friends. Did you know anything about that, perhaps?"

Jeremy froze and his face went blank. He hands me back Fredbear and I start to feel that I had made a big mistake. Jeremy stood up and took a deep breath; I thought I could see tears forming in his eyes.