Me, Evelyn, and Wanda were now eating dinner. Some memories of Rebecca came to my mind, which was touching. I truly missed having small moments like these with someone I know aside from my daughter. After that, we all got to sleep. I hoped that Evelyn would be okay, as I accidently forgot to mention that one default of the room was that it was cold. Stupid, I know.

The next day, I had to get up early. At around 6:00 A.M. I put a letter next to Evelyn’s bed to inform her to take Wanda to school at around 7:30 A.M. I was driving to the reunion from Fazbear’s, which was pretty far away from where I lived. When I arrived, I was surprised by how big the building was. It wasn’t the pizzeria, but it was still huge. There was a sign of the main mascot, Freddy Fazbear, at the very top. I got inside and everything felt… Weird. It was almost exactly like the pizzeria except that it wasn’t a pizzeria. The walls, the floor, even the elevator which I got inside. I waited, patiently, holding a box which had the prototype. It felt almost endless, but at last, it stopped and opened its doors. Walking down the very resonating hallway, I was slowly getting nervous. You see, I’ve never dealt with a big company like this. Only small or mediocre size companies. So yeah, I was getting super nervous. I arrived in front of the meeting room and got inside.

We’re going to skip a little, as you already know that they’ve accepted my prototype (and that kids loved it). However, there was something else that I need to mention. The toy company had gotten out, and I was discussing with the boss of the company (PS: they both felt like the ones from the Froggie company). And, he brought up something strange.

“Sir, may I ask you an unrelated question?” He asked in a big businessman voice. I actually loved how people with big expectations, projects, companies and all always had this voice, this posture. It was impressive.

“Yes?”

“See, we recently found out that an old plushie of ours was salvaged. Was it you?”

“Oh, hum yes sir. I bought it in an auction and revamped it for my daughter to help her sleep at night. You see, she kept having bad dreams for a long time. So, I made her this plushie and, it worked so, that’s good.” I explained, trying to have that same ‘businessman’ tone but not reaching it.

“That is indeed good but, that might be a problem. You see, we’ve done some… Experiments, you could say, about several stuff ages ago. However, we accidently did something to the plushie.”

“What do you mean?” I said, dropping the voice and getting concerned. Was my daughter in danger? No, it couldn’t be. Right?

“Well, it sorts of has a semi life of its own. A ‘shadow’ you could say.” He said.

“A shadow? Like, it changes into a shadow?”

“No, don’t be so unrealistic.” He responded, following with a tiny giggle. “It had a shadow inside of it. It can come out and do some stuff. We tried to block it with necklaces and all but I’m not sure if it worked. In the end, we just threw it away.”

“Sir, this is starting to concern me… I have a daughter at home that has that plushie.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s fine. I was just telling some stories I’ve heard my employees saying. It’s not a ‘glitch’.”

That caught me off guard. I thought of Evelyn the exact moment he said that word. What did she mean by sickness, why was she ‘glitching’? “Sir… Do you know anything about a certain Evelyn Pattinson?” I asked, finally reaching that iconic voice.

“Hum, who?”

“A girl, about 20 years old, black hair with blue streaks, pretty tall, kind of cute, shy, do you know her?”

“Sir… That girl doesn’t exist. Are you alright?”

“What? She’s in my house.”

“Is she your daughter?”

“No, she’s… Just a friend that’s sick.”

“Then why would you tell me about her?” His voice sounded slightly confused. You know you did/asked something weird when the big boss is confused.

“Sorry, I just hoped for more information. There had been some really weird stuff with her, but she’s a good person. It’s fine.” I said, disappointed but left unsatisfied.

I got home… Pretty late. I stayed at Fazbear’s for quite some time. It was a weird day for sure, especially with that plushie story, which did scare me a little. I tried so hard to just think that it was a creepy story and nothing else, like a creepypasta, but something bothered me too much. Why wouldn’t Evelyn exist?

Why?

I entered my living room and was greeted by a big unexpected surprise. Not sure if I told you yet but, my living room is a mix of… Well a living room and a kitchen. Wanda was sitting on the couch, waiting patiently, and exited. Evelyn was cooking dinner. I don’t know why, or how, but it surprised me. “Hey everyone. You’re cooking, Evelyn?”

“Hi dad!” Wanda said, adorably.

“Hey Eric! And yeah, I thought that you would come a bit later so… I figured I’d do dinner. You know, so Wanda has food.” She said and giggled. Evelyn had a chef outfit that I kept near my kitchen. It actually fitted her pretty well but might have been too tight.

“That’s a pleasant surprise and a good decision!” I said happily. “So, what are you cooking?”

“Spaghetti with meatballs. I actually asked Wanda what she wanted.” She said.

“Yup!” Wanda replied.

I was doing minor stuff while Wanda was waiting, and Evelyn was cooking. The room had such a smell to it, I was just dying to eat. I didn’t know if Evelyn was a good chef though, so I was slightly concerned. Just slightly. Very tiny little bit.

The dinner was delicious! I honestly never had such a well-made dinner in the past! Well, Rebecca knew how to cook and me… Well I do but not the same level. Evelyn had some talent I didn’t really expected.

All three of us, after dinner, decided to watch a movie. Since it was the week end the next day, Wanda could watch one. In fact, she was the one who picked up the movie. It was a Pixar movie and it was pretty good and enjoyable. I could tell that Evelyn was into it and enjoyed it a lot. It almost seemed like it was the first movie she ever saw.

Wanda was sleeping. It was pretty late, and I was working on a new prototype. Another set for Fazbear Entertainment, more specifically ‘Lolbit’s shop” (Lolbit was a white and orange fox, some sort of cousin to Foxy). Everything was silent, except the sound of the bricks I was using. That is until I heard a noise from downstairs. It caught my attention, obviously. I tried to hear it better. Footsteps. They were footsteps. I opened the door and saw Evelyn. “What are you doing here?” I said in a quiet voice, trying not to wake up Wanda.

“I… Can’t sleep. And also, well… I’d like to see you working. It seems pretty interesting.” She said, in a quiet, tired, and cute voice.

“Oh. Sure, why not.” I opened the door more and she got inside. I gave her the same chair that she sat on the day before, and I started working again. I was looking at the concept art, assembling, disassembling and all. I had fun and Evelyn was interested. She even helped me once. She was also taking notes, I think. Eventually, when I was done, she was asleep. I grabbed her and head out to her bedroom as quietly as possible. I opened the bedroom door and laid her on her bed. That’s when I noticed that she was holding a paper. I took it, thinking it was from my workspace, but it was actually a letter she wrote. I read it.

Hey, Eric.

I know that you care about me, that you truly want to help… But… It can’t happen anymore. I’ve hide myself too much from everyone.

Saying ‘goodbye’ is such a tough thing to say. Especially when it’s the first time you found someone that truly cared for you. Okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration, I still have [The name was crossed out, I couldn’t read it.] to help me.

Take good care of Wanda. I can tell that she has potential to be a great person. However, get rid of the plush. I’m sure that I infected it. That figure is because of me… And nothing else.

I’ll try to stay in contact with you, don’t worry! I just… Need to go.

It’s not that I want to, it’s because I have no choice. If I stay longer, I won’t exist anymore. I don’t belong here. I was so sure that this was finally the place I used to be here but, turns out, that was false hope.

It’ll be alright. I promise. In the morning, you won’t see me. You’ll try to call me, panic, but nothing would happen. It’s normal. I won’t die, I just won’t be here anymore.

I like you. I truly, from the bottom of my b̵r̵o̵k̴e̴n̸ heart, do.

Goodbye. It’s been fun. :)

-Evelyn Pattinson.

A tear was running down my right cheek. That was not at all what I expected. I could see her… Smiling a little, sleeping. If all of this was true… I knew that I wouldn’t know what to do. I stood still, observing her. It had only been two day a month since she was there. Did she really needed to go? It just didn’t make sense for me.

I slowly got out of her bedroom and slowly closed the door, afraid. I got to my bedroom, feeling a ton of emotions and thoughts inside. I laid down on my bed and… Closed my eyes.

Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you [yet]. Just stay here, silently, forget about her and everything will be fine.

You both broke a way. You’ve gone too far, and you’re desperately trying to not think about that at all.

If you continue, there will be consequences. End the story here. It’s better like that. You wouldn’t want me to hurt a poor six years old that thinks I’m her ‘helper’, right?

Just do your stuff, your prototypes, move on with your life.

Forget her.

Forget her.

Forget her.

Forget

her.

forget her

it’s better like that.

I didn’t.

I never did.

I woke up, earlier this week, to Wanda screaming. I rushed towards her bedroom; she wasn’t there. I was panicking and decided to grab a big knife. I yelled her name. “WANDA!” I got to Evelyn’s bedroom.

The bunny figure was there. The plushie was torn apart, felt was everywhere on the floor, the big eyes were squished, deformed, the bowtie was destroyed, and Wanda had the necklace. I knew that the figure intentionally put the necklace, Wanda is always a careful girl.

Jim was holding Wanda, almost strangling her. Its face was motionless. “Let her go!” I yelled at its face.

“I gave you orders.”

“I don’t give a damn; Wanda has nothing to do in all of this!”

“You know my order well. It’s been haunting you for so long. Almost a year, right?” It said. I rushed to it and stabbed it on its chest. It let go of Wanda.

“Run!” I ordered her. Wanda got out of the house. The bunny grabbed my head and bashed it against the door, breaking it in the process and making me lose the knife. It hurt. It hurt so much. But I was still alive, and I was still determined to end this story properly.

I grabbed it by both ears and started ripping them off its head. It was yelling loudly, I’m sure the entire town heard it. The bunny got a hold of my knife on the floor and stabbed me to my thigh. I was bleeding now, but it was too. I removed the knife and hit the figure again on the chest, almost directly on where its heart should be. It stepped back violently. I took a run. I saw Wanda running as well, alerting almost everyone on the street about the monster, which eventually showed itself. I grabbed Wanda and rushed towards the nearby forest. I ran as fast as I could, despite the amount of pain that was damaging me. A small house was nearby, I knew it. I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but my town was popular for its forest and its random houses. Sometimes, people would go there for camping for example. I never understood this, but I didn’t mind. We entered and found a trapdoor. I opened it, let Wanda go inside first and I got inside next, closing the door.

…And here we are. Still stuck, hiding from it. I don’t know how much time we have left, but probably not enough. Wanda is thirsty but we can’t come out. I called several times on my phone for help, but nobody came. They were too afraid. I lost so much blood.

I hoped that someone found this journal. I may have done a few mistakes, lies here and there by accident. I’m writing this is a hurry but with care.

I’m scared.

Wanda’s scared.

And, I know, that Evelyn, wherever she is, is scared too.

Shh…. I’ve heard the door open.

Wanda, listen, go away, run as fast as you can and find help. I don’t want you to be gone, not like that. Do you understand?

Good. I’ll be alright. I’ve done what I needed. And I’m sure that you’ll be a good girl.

Now go.

I’ll miss you.

…

She did it.

She’s away now, safe. I’m sure of it.

Okay… I got out of my hiding place.

The bunny… The Real Jim was standing here. It told me if I had any regrets. I said that I was proud. That he was now exposed. I told you that you could maybe try to understand if I explained everything. I did, and Jim was now exposed to the world to search, chase, and haunt it. I stood still, a smile forming on my face, and the bunny reached to me, a large knife on its hand swiping at my head.

***

I was stressed. I could tell, my body was glitching hard. I was sweating too. Sometimes, parts of my limbs would break or disappear completely before reappearing. .

I know something bad is happening. I hope that Eric’s alright. .

I was in my bed, scared. I didn’t know what was happening, but it disturbed me, so much. .

Luckily, my friend arrived. “Are you alright?” she said. .

“N-No… I don’t know why.” .

“You’re glitching pretty hard…” .

“I know…” I said, my voice sounding weak, my movements almost in slow motion or a different framerate. .

“I want to try something to destress you, but I don’t know if it’ll work.” She said. She sat down on my bed, very close to me. I felt kind of awkward, not going to lie, due to her being... Huh, y'know... but I’m not so… Yeah. Anyway… I waited and… She started playing an acoustic guitar. I never saw her doing that but… It was…. Calming. Lovely. My glitch was starting to disappear, which was good. I kept listening, and it slowly destressed me… A lot. It was… Almost making me emotional. .

“I… Didn’t know you could play the guitar."

“Well, I learned just this week and I’m still learning. Say, do you ever think about Eric and Wanda?” She asked, curious and definitely concerned.

“Yeah… All the time.”

“And that’s what is good about you, Evelyn.” Tailia, my friend, smiled. “You should go to sleep, today’s been a rough day.”

“Yeah… I just hope they’re all right. Do you think they are?” I asked finally, she answered… And we ended the conversation.