A/N: My feels bro. My feels. Dang you Scott. Kind of a theory I have.

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"I-I'm sorry." Jeremy said.

The puppet stood before him, ready to strike.

He had forgotten to wind the music box. If such an event had happened earlier in the week, he would've been dead by now.

But, he hadn't known back then. He hadn't known that his friend had possessed the puppet.

But, when he had put the pieces of the puzzle together, it all made sense.

He still remembered his sin ever so clearly. He had worked together with his friends, he now called fiends, to kill him. Of course, none of them had thought of the consequences beforehand. They all just wanted to play a practical joke. Including the leader of their group and brother to his smaller friend, Vincent.

He had never thought his skull would be crushed. Never thought he would hear the flatline of a pulse so soon.

The truama had caused him to stutter, but, that wasn't even the worst of it. Stuttering was nothing compared to what he felt.

Because, he never thought he would kill someone.

His parents, of course, said it wasn't his fault. It was just an accident. But that never made him feel any less guilty.

Jeremy looked down at the floor in guilt, brown bangs hanging over his eyes, hands balled into fists.

"I-I never thought this would happen. If I h-had chosen d-differently, then maybe I-I could've saved you."

The puppets head tilted.

Jeremy hesitated before continuing. He needed to say this. He needed to say he was sorry. Even if he would die, at least he could die happily.

"M-maybe I could've c-changed things. I could've h-helped Vincent. Then, he n-never would be in this s-situation." He felt tears fall into his fists, cold and clear.

"I-I could've s-supported you. I c-could've h-helped you cope with him. I could've s-stopped him." His voice cracked, sobs racking his body, shaking him.

"I know t-this may never b-be enough, b-but I'm sorry! I'm s-so sorry!" Jeremy cupped his face in his hands, tears streaming down his face.

That was it, he did it. After all these years, he could finally have peace of mind. His old friend didn't have to accept his apology, but as long as he heard him, that was more than enough.

Jeremy wiped away his tears and prepared himself for his punishment, looking back up at the puppet.

It wasn't there.

Just an empty office.

All except for a small present box on his desk.

Jeremy furrowed his brows in confusion, picking up the small box.

He slowly unwrapped it and opened the lid.

Inside was a golden plushie. A Fredbear plush. Some of the seams had come undone, bow tie only hanging by its strings.

Jeremy picked up the plush, holding it tenderly between his fingers.

It was the same favourite plush his friend had. Had he kept it with him? Even after all these years? Now, he was giving it to him?

Jeremy smiled and hugged the plush to his chest.

It was more then enough to tell him that he was forgiven.

Tears fell from his eyes once again, but, this time, he was happy.

He could finally rest in peace.

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A/N: Hope you liked it. Just something that popped in my head. R&R!