Read Fazbear's Storytellers Collection :: Story #3: Hopeful Plush 3/5 (written by Circus Productions)

I was having a weird dream. I wasn’t me, but I was Evelyn but slightly younger. I was running away. From what? I didn’t know. I was… Afraid. Eventually, I arrived at a dead end. I could actually feel my blood. Not just in the dream. It was so… Weird. I turned back and couldn’t understand what was standing in front of me. Was it a person? A monster? I couldn’t figure out. It jumped towards me, hands in the air, but nothing happened. It just vanished through me. I didn’t know what was happening, until I could feel my heart getting stabbed.

I woke up, sweating hard. I quickly removed my sweater and T-shirt to check my chest. There wasn’t any stab wound. That… Bad dream was something I never experienced before. It felt real. I guess I should call them ‘realistic dream’. Wait, isn’t there a word for these? I don’t remember.

After I got up, took breakfast, and drove Wanda to school, I got back home, and I entered her room. The plushie, or Jim I guess, was here. I took the plushie and looked under his right leg. There was a secret and barely visible opening that I’ve made. Inside was the necklace. I decided to take it and wear it around my neck. I closed the opening and replace the plush where it was. I looked at it and thought… Eh, it does look cute. I could see Wanda imagining it being real.

I got to the hospital again. It was still as creepy as I remember it being the day before. I got back to room 1035 and opened the door. Evelyn was there with another girl.

“That’s my visitor.” Evelyn told the girl.

“Okay. Enjoy your visit!” The girl said before leaving the room silently. I’m not really sure who she was but she seemed nice.

“Hey.” I said to Evelyn.

“Hi.” She responded. I think we were both awkward.

“So… Huh… How’s it going?”

“Great. To be honest, I just have one question.” She admitted.

“Okay. Go on?”

“So… Huh… Is it possible to… Hum live with you?”

Hearing this made me think that I was still having this realistic dream. Why, out of all of the people, would she ask ME to live with? “H-Huh… Are you sure?” was the only question that came in my mind.

“Well, I thought about the idea for the rest of the day yesterday and… I honestly have no other ideas. Don’t worry, it’s just until I can find my own home.” Evelyn explained.

“Well… Sure. You can, I don’t mind. And hey, I needed someone to take care of Wanda while I’m not at home for a long time now.” I said. Reminder: I’m not in love with her, don’t make yourself ideas. I just want to do what’s ‘good’ in my opinion. Evelyn has been stuck to my mind for so long at that point, I might as well properly help her more.

“Thanks. I’ll talk to the hospital about this later today.” She said, happy. I was happy for her too. “Huh…” Her face… Turned to worry. I was confused.

“Hum, what is it, Evelyn?” I asked, completely normally. What was there to be worried about here? Oh, maybe her stuff is still in her friend’s home? That was a possibility…

Suddenly, her face changed. She was now… Definitely afraid. “W-What is that… Thing?” Her voice sounded heartbreaking.

“What’s what?” I asked, getting worried as well.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she pointed at… Me? No, her finger wasn’t directly at me, more to the side… I turned back.

Standing in the doorway was a figure. A very familiar yet almost completely different looking figure. It had a humanoid body, it was slightly taller than both me and Evelyn (we were pretty tall to begin with) and it had long, curved bunny ears. It had purple fur almost everywhere, some of the fur was a lighter, almost pinkish purple color such as its tummy and its snout. The figure also had a big red bowtie. The head was what disturbed them both the most. Everything was almost made to represent nonsense. Big, wide eye holes but, in reality, very small eyeballs that were black and white were here. The mouth wasn’t that big, but the teeth were almost too big and, in general, formed a disturbing smile. The head in general represented a bunny, but not the ‘friendly’ type. The figure was Jim, the ’hopeful plush’ I’ve recycled and remade, but in a twisted humanoid form.

Seeing the figure, I unconsciously stepped back and accidently sat on Evelyn’s hospital bed. I could tell she was the most disturbed, as she quickly approached for me and curled her arms around me. She wanted to hide behind me. The figure just stood there, almost naturally. It didn’t move at all. It was just… Looking at us.

Evelyn, trying to keep herself calm, decided to grab the necklace, which was hidden under her shirt but was still on her neck. When she got it out, it was glowing bright purple suddenly. I could really faintly hear her say ‘What the-‘. I grabbed mine too which was around my neck and, just like hers, it was glowing. Both of us were looking at both our necklaces and the bunny, while the bunny itself was looking at us back. We stayed just like that for a few seconds, doing absolutely nothing else. You can’t blame us; you don’t see a human-size bunny figure that somehow looks like one of your ‘inventions’ every day.

I removed my necklace, to inspect it closely, but it just stopped glowing. I looked up and the figure wasn’t there anymore. Evelyn, however, started sobbing. I put the necklace back and the figure appeared again but way closer. “W-What the hell?!” I said uncontrollably.

“Eric, listen!”

“What?”

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T̷̛̼̱̩̳̯̰̣͍̈́̆̈́̀ͅh̶̢̙̘̹̥͛̾̈́̀̈́̽ẽ̵̮͚͆̿̉̔͗̇̇̎ ̵͔͍͕̮̹͖͍̊́̇̓́̂̄̈́͜͠t̴͙̲̰̥͉͈̦̄̎̃͜í̶̦̳̗̰̹͎̗͈͋͊̔̒̓͋̇̊ͅt̴͉̓͐͂̐̍̈́̅́͒l̸̡͖̩̣̙̪̃̔̑̈́̐͝ë̴̻̣̬̮͕̭́̌̍͝ ̵̢̧̟̦̯̭̼͌̈̀̏͝i̶̢̤͍̹͓̲͇̰͌̈́̉̍̑s̴̲̠͈̘̿̆̌̎̂̑́͐͘ ̸̱͚̥͚̺͙̎̒̀̚a̸͙̣͖͋̑̈̓̂̎͝ ̸̧̛͚͍̱͈̏́͆͒̾̇̇̉l̵̢̙̈́̆͒͗͐͒̇̿͝í̷̫̫͐͆̉̉̀e̸̬̰̮̖̬̓̈́͂ͅ.̸̩̺͎͍͆̈́̔̆ T̷̛̼̱̩̳̯̰̣͍̈́̆̈́̀ͅh̶̢̙̘̹̥͛̾̈́̀̈́̽ẽ̵̮͚͆̿̉̔͗̇̇̎ ̵͔͍͕̮̹͖͍̊́̇̓́̂̄̈́͜͠t̴͙̲̰̥͉͈̦̄̎̃͜í̶̦̳̗̰̹͎̗͈͋͊̔̒̓͋̇̊ͅt̴͉̓͐͂̐̍̈́̅́͒l̸̡͖̩̣̙̪̃̔̑̈́̐͝ë̴̻̣̬̮͕̭́̌̍͝ ̵̢̧̟̦̯̭̼͌̈̀̏͝i̶̢̤͍̹͓̲͇̰͌̈́̉̍̑s̴̲̠͈̘̿̆̌̎̂̑́͐͘ ̸̱͚̥͚̺͙̎̒̀̚a̸͙̣͖͋̑̈̓̂̎͝ ̸̧̛͚͍̱͈̏́͆͒̾̇̇̉l̵̢̙̈́̆͒͗͐͒̇̿͝í̷̫̫͐͆̉̉̀e̸̬̰̮̖̬̓̈́͂ͅ.̸̩̺͎͍͆̈́̔̆

Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅt̶̻̹̐̓̒͝į̵̛͖̙͎̯̖̩̳͖͔̤̩͚̉̿̓́̚͝ͅţ̴̬͈̬͎̇͊̄̑̌͐͒̔̅̀͘͘͝l̷̪̹̓̀̎͛̉͒͛ė̸̡̛̄̀̏̕̕ ̶̤͇͉̗̃̀̍͌̓į̵̣̝͔̩̥̣̘̙̗̑̿͛̆͒́̿̈̆ṡ̷̡̫̘̻̻̪̠͓̰̐̋͗͌ͅͅ ̴̡̢̤͉̘̗̼̈́̿͒̊͠a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅt̶̻̹̐̓̒͝į̵̛͖̙͎̯̖̩̳͖͔̤̩͚̉̿̓́̚͝ͅţ̴̬͈̬͎̇͊̄̑̌͐͒̔̅̀͘͘͝l̷̪̹̓̀̎͛̉͒͛ė̸̡̛̄̀̏̕̕ ̶̤͇͉̗̃̀̍͌̓į̵̣̝͔̩̥̣̘̙̗̑̿͛̆͒́̿̈̆ṡ̷̡̫̘̻̻̪̠͓̰̐̋͗͌ͅͅ ̴̡̢̤͉̘̗̼̈́̿͒̊͠a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ

Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅt̶̻̹̐̓̒͝į̵̛͖̙͎̯̖̩̳͖͔̤̩͚̉̿̓́̚͝ͅţ̴̬͈̬͎̇͊̄̑̌͐͒̔̅̀͘͘͝l̷̪̹̓̀̎͛̉͒͛ė̸̡̛̄̀̏̕̕ ̶̤͇͉̗̃̀̍͌̓į̵̣̝͔̩̥̣̘̙̗̑̿͛̆͒́̿̈̆ṡ̷̡̫̘̻̻̪̠͓̰̐̋͗͌ͅͅ ̴̡̢̤͉̘̗̼̈́̿͒̊͠a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅ t̶̻̹̐̓̒͝į̵̛͖̙͎̯̖̩̳͖͔̤̩͚̉̿̓́̚͝ͅţ̴̬͈̬͎̇͊̄̑̌͐͒̔̅̀͘͘͝l̷̪̹̓̀̎͛̉͒͛ė̸̡̛̄̀̏̕̕ ̶̤͇͉̗̃̀̍͌̓į̵̣̝͔̩̥̣̘̙̗̑̿͛̆͒́̿̈̆ṡ̷̡̫̘̻̻̪̠͓̰̐̋͗͌ͅͅ ̴̡̢̤͉̘̗̼̈́̿͒̊͠a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ

Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅ l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅ a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ

Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅt̶̻̹̐̓̒͝ ( ° ) l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅ ( ° ) ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ

Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅ l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅ a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ

Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅt̶̻̹̐̓̒͝į̵̛͖̙͎̯̖̩̳͖͔̤̩͚̉̿̓́̚͝ͅţ̴̬͈̬͎̇͊̄̑̌͐͒̔̅̀͘͘͝l̷̪̹̓̀̎͛̉͒͛ė̸̡̛̄̀̏̕̕ ̶̤͇͉̗̃̀̍͌̓į̵̣̝͔̩̥̣̘̙̗̑̿͛̆͒́̿̈̆ṡ̷̡̫̘̻̻̪̠͓̰̐̋͗͌ͅͅ ̴̡̢̤͉̘̗̼̈́̿͒̊͠a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ T̸̃̿̔̐̎ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅt̶̻̹̐̓̒͝į̵̛͖̙͎̯̖̩̳͖͔̤̩͚̉̿̓́̚͝ͅţ̴̬͈̬͎̇͊̄̑̌͐͒̔̅̀͘͘͝l̷̪̹̓̀̎͛̉͒͛ė̸̡̛̄̀̏̕̕ ̶̤͇͉̗̃̀̍͌̓į̵̣̝͔̩̥̣̘̙̗̑̿͛̆͒́̿̈̆ṡ̷̡̫̘̻̻̪̠͓̰̐̋͗͌ͅͅ ̴̡̢̤͉̘̗̼̈́̿͒̊͠a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ

Ţ̸̃̿̔̐̎͝ḩ̶̢̝̦̦͕̠̹͛́̏́̄͆̈́̈́̉̑e̶̢̝͔̥̩̔̓͑̎̈́͑̈́͑̑͠͝ ̷̧̥̮̓͋͝ͅt̶̻̹̐̓̒͝į̵̛͖̙͎̯̖̩̳͖͔̤̩͚̉̿̓́̚͝ͅţ̴̬͈̬͎̇͊̄̑̌͐͒̔̅̀͘͘͝l̷̪̹̓̀̎͛̉͒͛ė̸̡̛̄̀̏̕̕ ̶̤͇͉̗̃̀̍͌̓į̵̣̝͔̩̥̣̘̙̗̑̿͛̆͒́̿̈̆ṡ̷̡̫̘̻̻̪̠͓̰̐̋͗͌ͅͅ ̴̡̢̤͉̘̗̼̈́̿͒̊͠a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕ t̶̐̓̒͝į̵̛͖̙͎̯̖̩̳͖͔̤̩͚̉̿̓́̚͝ͅţ̴̬͈̬͎̇͊̄̑̌͐͒̔̅̀͘͘͝l̷̪̹̓̀̎͛̉͒͛ė̸̡̛̄̀̏̕̕ ̶̤͇͉̗̃̀̍͌̓į̵̣̝͔̩̥̣̘̙̗̑̿͛̆͒́̿̈̆ṡ̷̡̫̘̻̻̪̠͓̰̐̋͗͌ͅͅ ̴̡̢̤͉̘̗̼̈́̿͒̊͠a̵͉͍̣̽̆́͆̓̀̋̉́̏͊̀̚ ̵̖̀̀͑̍̾l̷̢̹͈̼̰̯̪̟̱̥͚̑̊̄̀̐̐͑̓̊͠i̸̢͓̲̯̫̻͔̮̟̖͙̘̅̂͜ę̷̭̫̹̣̈͒́̽́̓́͂̅̕.̴̨̢̝̹̥̦̻̺̙̩̰̂̂̾̔́̑̓͆ͅ I SEE YOU.