Fetch- Killed Someone

  Greg pulled on a yellow T-shirt and a pair of gray flannel sleep pants. Then he threw open the bathroom door.

  Barely containing a scream, Greg stumbled away from the door and fell to the tiled floor, his mind struggling to accept what he was looking at.

  There was something wrapped in a sheet, laying across the doorway. As he stared, the once beige sheet was turning a deep, dark red, and it glistened wet in the room’s muted light.

  Who was under the sheet? What was under the sheet? Greg couldn’t get himself to move so he could find out.

  Greg didn’t need to look any further. He knew everything he needed to know.

  The phone on Greg’s bathroom counter vibrated. He couldn’t help himself; he picked it up and looked at it.

  Fetch had texted:

  CU.

- Fazbear's Frights 2: Fetch