The Twisted Ones

by Scott Cawthon

“I feel like a mess.” “You look great.” Jessica gave her an encouraging nod. “I’ve been doing sit-ups,” Charlie said awkwardly. “Huh?”

Jess x Charlie truthers rise

Her heart sank. He’ll think I stood him up. No, he’ll think I’m dead, she amended. Given the perilous history of their relationship, he’d probably think the second was more likely.

“You don’t know that,” John began. Charlie looked at him with a stony rage, stopping him short. “I’m surrounded by monsters, and murder, and death, and spirits.” At the last word her fury ebbed, and she turned away from John, surveying the workshop.

“Is it?” Charlie picked up a piece from the box, a metal joint, and weighed it in her hands. “I took Theodore apart because I wanted to understand him, John. Isn’t that the most loving thing there is?”

“She means that—” “No, I get it,” Jessica cut in. “You don’t have to talk to me like I’m uninitiated. I was at Freddy’s last year, too, remember? I’ve seen some crazy things. So, what are we going to do?” She looked at Charlie, her game face on. She looked far more together than Charlie felt.

I adore you

There was safety in numbers. Last year when they were trapped at Freddy’s together, Jessica was the one who had gotten them inside the restaurant in the first place. She was brave, even when she didn’t want to be, and that meant more than whatever notion of romance John was entertaining.

Jessica x Charlie IM TELLING YOU MAN