Finding The Five || FNAF Movie

15 || Bonnie's Return

(Unedited, Short Chapter, 1287 words)
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of violence/death

Last Chapter: The group (Josie, Jonah, Mike, Abby, and Makaylen) arrive at a nearby hotel and book two rooms for one night. Abby convinces Makaylen to let the four stay in the same room while Makaylen has her own, and the eldest agrees. Josie then speaks with Mike before going over to Makaylen's room. After some convincing and crying, Makaylen agrees to letting them investigate for one more day. She also promises breakfast and a quick stop at a store that might "help" Josie with the investigation. She then gives Josie a bag filled with things Josie hasn't had enough money for (clothes, pajamas, personal hygiene products, a notebook, and some pens and pencils). Josie and Jonah look through the bag while Mike keeps Abby away from them because Josie is crying.

We all said good night over an hour ago, and yet here I am, still awake watching midnight get further and further away. Jonah sleeps like a rock once his head hits the pillow, so he hasn't moved once. Mike got up to go to the bathroom about twenty minutes ago, and I closed my eyes as he passed so we wouldn't accidentally make eye contact. He's back and long asleep now, and Abby only rolled once or twice before she settled.

The room isn't silent. The air conditioning is loud, and someone keeps walking up and down the halls with heavy footsteps and a phlegmy cough that grosses me out every time they pass by. It almost sounds like they're pointedly coughing right in front of the door, but I know that can't be the case.

I've tried every trick in my book: sitting as still as I can, slowing my breathing down, counting backwards from one hundred, counting up to one hundred, imagining random things in my mind. Nothing is working.

I'm not even tired anymore. I feel like I've downed two energy drinks and a bottle of water.

The issue then becomes the memories that begin to play before my eyes. Some alright, just memories of the building. Some loud, some angry, some violent. Some hurt to listen to. Others try to make up for the curses and screaming. None of them feel right. None of them fit together.

I guess that's why mediums dislike hotels. There's too much going on that no one else can see.

I rarely see good residual energies unless I'm tired. They're just harder to see, they have less for me to feel. Right now though...

I'm practically swimming in memories.

"Josie?" I blink a few times and realize I'm sitting straight up, my eyes on the room door. I turn to my right, looking at the other beds. Jonah is still dead asleep, his back to me now. On the queen, Abby lies curled up, facing me. I can tell her eyes are open, but I don't think the voice calling my name was hers. I think that scares both of us.

"What?" I ask quietly, turning back to the door. My voice bounces around in my head for a moment, my question only met with silence.

"Josie," Abby whispers, and now I'm sure she wasn't the first one to say it. "Bonnie's here."

"Bonnie?" I question, turning back to her. She nods and points to the door, where I look again. After taking a big breath, I relax my nerves and blink a few more times. "Bonnie, you can show yourself to me."

The boy begins to materialize, his small form coming into view quickly as if he was just waiting for permission. I recognize him instantly, his eyes finding mine and taking me right back to that room we hid in days ago, his voice so demanding yet so scared.

"H—"

"My name isn't Bonnie," he says sharply, "it's Jeremy."

"Jeremy?" I ask, my mind flicking back to Jeremy Fitzgerald for a moment.

"We all have names," Jeremy mutters.

"Abby, please go to sleep," Mike mumbles, drawing all eyes to him as he shifts and eventually quiets down again. Abby turns to look at me, a worried expression in her eyes.

"What... what are their names?" I whisper, slowly pushing my blanket off of me and scooting towards the end of the bed.

"Gabriel—" An image of the boy hidden under shaking boxes flashes brightly in my eyes, so much so that I flinch away.

"Fritz—" The boy who ran, the one Afton caught up to. Foxy.

"Susie—" Chica. She screamed, she tried to be heard but no one would listen. She was the first to be killed.

"And..." his voice trails off, and I tilt my head.

"And?" I prompt.

"Cass," Abby says quietly. Jeremy looks over at her, his emotions impossible to read. The room, however, feels dreadful and angry. Almost like it wants to collapse inwards on us and crush everyone here.

I wait for the image to flash, but the blonde boy never appears.

"That's not his name," I whisper, turning to Jeremy, "is it?"

"It's their's," he whispers back, voice full of mystery.

"What?" I try to dig into the details, but Jeremy turns sharply, as if someone far off called his name.

"The Puppet knows I'm gone," he says,  bits of fear laced into his voice, "I have to get back before Mangle comes to find me."

"Wait," I beg, but he shakes his head.

"Abby, ask the Puppet for me when you get back. It has to fulfill your request during the day because you're a kid, but it's going to try to separate you to get to the adults. Don't let it. Stick together and come find me," Jeremy instructs.

"We will," Abby says firmly, and the boy standing near the door disappears. Silence falls over the room for a moment, the weight of his words weighing heavy on my mind as I think them over repeatedly.

"Josie?" Abby asks, and I turn to look at her. "You have to convince Mike to let me some with you."

"I know," I assure her, "I'm trying to find a way."

"He'll listen to you," she whispers. "He believes you."

"I'll figure it out, Abby," I reply, nodding slightly. "I promise." She offers a soft smile, one filled with worry, before she lays her head back down on her pillow.

I shift uncomfortably and find my way back under the blanket, letting my head rest on the cool pillowcase for just a moment.

Their's?

What did he mean by their's?

Cass isn't the name of the boy I saw decapitated in the Fazbear back room— except... it was. Maybe not entirely, but it was. But it's not his. But it belongs to the spirit.

What the fuck is going on?

I roll over to face the wall, my eyes looking at nothing, my mind focused on a name I know but have never heard before. A face I've seen, but never truly.

All the other spirits are clear and defined.

Why isn't he?

Glass crashes in a memory nearby, so loud I almost think it's real. Everything becomes chaotic in my head as the memories fight with my own thoughts, battling it out for space in my mind. I don't have enough space for them all, and I'm afraid the hotel might crush me if I don't entertain the memories within it.

I drift back off into a memory movie until I start to drift to sleep.

(A/N: Short chapter because this was supposed to be out yesterday. I'll try to get another chapter out before the end of the week)

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