Fetch- Mauling Man

  He spent the next hour skimming through “make money at home” sites. By the end of the hour, he was frustrated, confused, and tired. So he got ready for bed. Just before he laid down, he picked up his phone and sent Dare a text: I need the Magic Finger of Luck. Can U teach me how to make money?

  Dare didn’t respond. Greg figured he was probably asleep. Dare usually went to bed earlier than Greg did.

  Before he turned off the light, his phone buzzed. A text from Fetch:

  GNSD.

  “Sweet dreams to you, too,” Greg responded, ignoring the chill that skirted down his spine.
...

  But then he looked down.

  His legs went out from under him, and he crumpled to the ground. He started to heave, covered his mouth, and looked away from what lay on top of the WELCOME FRIENDS mat.

  Looking away didn’t help, though. The image was indelibly etched into his retinas. In his mind’s eye he could see Dare’s thick finger, the base torn and bloody, part of the bone jutting through the gore. The finger was dusky and had tufts of light hair. The blood was bright red. Even just in memory, the details were excruciating. Greg even noticed that the blood had congealed before the finger had been dropped on the mat because the white M wasn’t bloody.
...

  “What’s wrong?” he repeated. He rushed to the stairs and sat next to his mom.

  She took his hand. “I’m sorry. It’s not the end of the world. I’m just shocked, is all. It’s your uncle Darrin.”

  Greg stiffened.

  “You won’t believe this!” his mom said, sobbing. “He got attacked by some kind of wild animal. It tore off his finger!”

  Greg couldn’t breathe. He looked down at his hoody pocket. He put his hand over it, feeling the ring still wrapped around the grotesquely ripped base. When Greg had seen the finger, he’d have known it was Dare’s even without the presence of the onyx and gold ring. But the ring? That, more than the exposed bone and veins, was what had dismayed him the most. Now his eyes filled with tears. He cleared his clogged throat and managed, “That’s terrible!”

  “He’s all scratched up, too, mauled. He’s been airlifted to the hospital. I just can’t believe this.”

  Greg couldn’t comfort her. He was too busy realizing.

  “Oh no, no, no,” he groaned.

- Fazbear's Frights 2: Fetch