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LtDD reference point: Chapter 4
Michael was still laying in the bathtub hugging the bloodstained plush when he heard Jeremy come home.
“Michael, I’m home! How was your d-“ Michael guessed this was when he noticed the box of photo albums.
He heard Jeremy walk over to the bathroom and buried his face in the salt, letting his oily black tears continue to soak into the salt around his face.
“Michael, are you ok…? Oh no.
Uh, I see you found your brother’s old plushie, huh? I thought I had put that in the other box, sorry…”
Michael gave no response.
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Then he spoke, not meeting Jeremy’s eyes, “Jeremy…have I ever told you about my…my fursona?” Jeremy looked confused. “Yeah? Fluffy, right? What about him?” “My brother, Evan. He had one too. A fursona.” Michael held up the plush, looking up at Jeremy. “This. Turns out Evan stole a LOT of money to get a customized plush of it… and he even threatened our Father and Henry to make it the main mascot at Fredbear’s. The place is even named after him. I was … for reasons I couldn’t understand then… resentful of this. That’s why I had the idea for the… the bite. I understand now.” Michael fixed Jeremy with a cold, determined stare. “I know what I am. Jeremy, I was jealous. Now you know… but…I want you to do something for me.” “Sure…what?” Michael gripped Jeremy’s wrists, and spoke in a demonic voice, deep and layered. “Join us, Jeremy.” Michael turned into Nightmare Fluffy and ate Jeremy, who woke up screaming and sweating. No more fizzy faz before bed, Jeremy, he thought to himself. and went back to sleep almost immediately.