Finally, they're gone.
That bitch and those two bastards are finally dead.

I was know a beloved man and hero in the community. They treated me like a king. They even bought me a big mansion, all expenses paid! Now I was enjoying life with my gorgeous wife Bon and now I was raising my sixteen year old daughter, Flower. I sat in my fancy study room, taking sips from my brandy. Yep, I'm glad those idiots are dead. Bon walked in, looking gorgeous as always, to give me a kiss on the lips. "Hello, my Freddy bear, how are you?", she asked in her perfect country accent. "Good as always, my darling.", I answered right before I kissed her perfectly shaped hand. "Flower isn't going to be home in a couple of hours, so I thought we could have a little fun together.", she said. "Well, let's go then.", I answered. She got on top of me and started to unbutton her shirt, when suddenly, the doorbell to the front door rung. "Ugh, we'll do it later, I promise.", I said, before I kissed her on the cheek. While Freddy got ready to meet his guest, Bon started to go down the stairs,while she started to button her shirt back. This person got nerves to interrupt me and Freddy's special time. I checked myself in the mirror, like always I looked perfect. I opened the door, to find a good old friend standing there. "Hello, Jeremy, please come in.", I said all friendly-like, even though I hated him so much. He came in and had a worried look on his face, which gave me some suspicions. "What's wrong", I asked raising an eyebrow towards him. "I'm only going to tell this to Freddy, no offense." Well, you don't think I'm important, I thought. I was about ask him that when my Freddy came down the stairs. "Ah, Jeremy, what brings you to my lovely home?", Freddy asked triumphantly. "Well, its not good, can we talk in your study room?", Jeremy answered. "Well, sure than, Bon let's go!", Freddy said. "Jeremy said I didn't need to know.", I said, with a smirk. Freddy stared coldly at Jeremy, who had a worried look on his face. It's funny to see him squirm like this under Freddy's stare. He's so scared of him. "Ok! She can come too!", Jeremy finally blurted out. We entered the room, Freddy sat behind his mohagany desk, I sat next to him in my favorite leathery chair, and Jeremy sat in front of us in a simple wooden chair. "So tell us, why is there bad news, and why didn't you want my Bon to know?", Freddy questioned, staring dead-eye at Jeremy. "Well,... It has something to do with Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy, sir.", Jeremy said nervously. Everything went silent. I thought we would never hear of those disgusting names ever again! I looked at Freddy, who's eyes started to turn into a blood-red. He was starting to breath heavily, making Jeremy looking even more scared. I wonder what was going through Freddy's mind?