FNAF: The Finale

Old Acquaintance

After we dropped Jeremy off at the alley where we met him, and after he repeatedly reassured Macey that he was going to be okay, we looked at the clock and realized it was still only 4. After a quick discussion, we decided to continue our plan of heading to the library, even if only for an hour or so; Macey still wanted to check out some books and I still wanted to avoid Carmen.

When we finally arrived at the library, we went our separate ways; she went to the Horror section while I went to the Young Adult section. Yeah, I know, I'm 26 and looking at books for teenagers, but honestly, I was more glancing than getting invested. Although I have been a bit curious about some of these, hearing so many good things about them...

Eventually, we met back up at a reading area towards the back.

"Find anything?" I asked quietly, as to not disturb the readers.

She nodded and held out a book. Stephen King's "IT". The thickness of the book made my jaw drop.

"It's one of those books I've been wanting to read for a while," she explained.

"Can you even finish that before we head back?" I asked.

"Oh, God no, but I'm getting more of a preview to see if it's worth checking out back home."

"Gotcha."

"What about you?"

I sheepishly held my selection out in front of me.

"Hunger Games!" she replied with a twinkle in her eye. "Good pick!"

"I mean, I've heard lots of good about it, so I thought I'd give it a shot."

"No issue with that."

Before we could continue our conversation, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out. Unknown number.

"Excuse me," I told my sister as I placed my book down and quickly walked to the library entrance.

Ordinarily, she'd seem confused and pissed at this sudden event, but after everything she's learned about my mysterious phone calls, she just gave a small smile and nod. I exited the library and answered the phone.

"Hello?" I asked the phone.

"How are you enjoying your trip back home, Mr. Schmidt?"

"Listen, I don't know who the hell you are or what the hell you want, but-"

"Jeremy seemed to enjoy his lunch."

I just stared blankly at nothing, trying to fully comprehend that comment.

"How did you...?"

"You're certainly a lot smarter than you seem," the stranger continued, "but you're certainly not the biggest genius there is. If you're going to try and be the hero to save your little friend, you're going to need to find her, aren't you?"

"Where the hell is she?? How do you even have her??"

I made sure to look around before saying that; if anyone overheard, it would only cause issues.

"Don't worry, all will be explained soon. For now, though, I'd recommend making sure you haven't overlooked anything. If only there were a man or two who knew every last thing about Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..."

Before I could even reply, the voice hung up.

Frankly, I was just confused about the whole Jamie situation to be pissed. Seriously, how in the hell does this person have Jamie's spirit? And why are they doing this to me? But more importantly, that last comment they made...