Fetch- Survived the Beating

  When he got out of the shower and got dressed, he picked up the phone to call Kimberly. That’s when he saw a text from Fetch … sent five minutes ago. It said:

  Will retrieve.

  “Noooo,” Greg groaned.

  Greg shoved his phone in his pocket and tore out of his room. He galloped down the stairs and out to the dunes.

  Would Fetch even be there?

  When he reached the edge of his yard, he slowed. He was almost afraid to look. But he had to.

  He edged into the dunes, and he looked under the driftwood log.

  Greg’s legs gave out. He sank to his knees in the wet dune grass.

  Although a few small screws, metal pieces, wires, and a hinge were strewn out under the log, the vast majority of the scraps were gone. Gone.

  Greg looked around. The only footprints he saw in the sand were his own. But the sand did tell a story: around the driftwood, the wet sand was grooved with ragged drag marks. At least a dozen smears stretched out from under the log, and then they angled toward each other until they formed one messy drag mark that ended at a flattened clump of dune grass.

  Greg struggled to his feet and backed away from the dunes.

- Fazbear's Frights 2: Fetch