Lost and found (Jacksepticeye)

Jack

3 years ago, I had met a lovely lady named Anabeth, and we had fallen in love. After a year of dating, I proposed, and she said yes. About a month after we got engaged, we found out she was pregnant with our daughter.
"Don't worry Jack.. You'll be a great septic-dad" she reassured me

"Sam"
"Sally "
"Susan"
"Jole"
"Jone"
We decided on Jone. Eight months later, little Jone was the cutest little thing you've ever seen. I didn't even have to put it on YouTube, because Mark had posted it on Facebook. Thanks buddy. Two years later, Jone could talk in full sentences, walk, and even read like a boss! She looked so much like her mother...

Then Anabeth and I were going out on a date , Jone was at home with a baby setter, a drunk driver rammed into us. The car flipped down a ravine and into a hole. It was on fire and only minutes till it exploded. I was able to crawl out. I ran to the other side to help Anabeth.
"Sean!" She cried "tell Jone I love her. I love you. I love-"
BOOM!!
The car exploded, shooting me backwards.
"ANABETH!! NO! NO! COME BACK! I LOVE YOU!! ANABETH!!!!!"
I sat there and sobbed, hitting myself, trying to wake up from this nightmare.
The ambulance showed up, oh... Three minutes late.
"YOU'RE TO LATE! YOU CAN LEAVE NOW!! SHES GONE! GET THE FUCK AWAY!!"
"Sir-"
"NO!"
I collapsed into a pile of uncontrollable sobs.
"Anne.." I choked out.
Darkness.
I woke up in a big white room.
"Anne..?"
"Sir....your wife"
It all came back. The crash. The explosion. Anne dead .
"No..."
Mark rushed into the room.
"Mark! Please tell me I'm dreaming"
"I'm afraid I can't..."
"Anne"
He looked at the floor
"They arrested the guy who hit you.."
"How long have I been out?"
"A day. Someone wants to see you"
Jone waddled into the room
"Da-da!"
"Hey sweetie"
"Are you k?"
"I'm fine"
"You're lying"
"You're the smartest two-year-old ever.."
"So you are?"
"I am fine now that you're here honey"
"You're crying"
"It's hot in here"
"Where's mama?"
"Mama is in a better place"
"With buttercup?"
I laughed. Our dog, buttercup and died of cancer last year.
"With buttercup"
She hugged me
"I told you you weren't fine"
"I guess I'm not"
"How..?"
"Car crash."

Two months later, Jone was in bed and I was recording.
"TOP of the morning to ya laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye and welcome  to FNAF 10. Why they have made it all the way up to ten, we may never know, but here it is!"
Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep
"SHIT!! The pizza!!"
I ran into the kitchen to see flames enveloping everything.
"JONE!"
I screamed. Grabbing my cell I called the fire department. I shouted my address and they were here in 30 seconds. The benefits of living a mile from the fire station.
"Sir get out of the house!"
"My daughter"
"Get out!"
I ran out and they started spraying it. It didn't help.
"Gas fire!! Get the extinguishers!!!"

An hour later they came out.
"JONE!?"
"We found no trace of your daughter. Did you have a meeting place?"
"She's two!"
"Still.."
"Yes we did!! I was the SWING. THE SWING RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"
"Sir I'm so sorry"
No. This can't be. Anabeth and Jone in two months..
"SORRY WONT BRING HER BACK. SORRY WONT DO ANYTHING WILL IT?! SORRY IS JUST A WORD!!"