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“Wow, your brother is kind of a baby, isn’t he?”
Michael almost scoffed, You have no idea… he thought,
“It’s hilarious.” And embarrassing..
“Why don’t we help him get a closer look! He will love it!” This is seriously going to be the best prank ever, he thought as he chuckled to himself.
“No! Please!
” Michael finally then looked directly into his brother’s eyes, something he has been avoiding. It has always been hard to do that, it makes him feel..A bit bad for him. He’s always been too lenient on his brother..Always just jump scaring him, but what about something that’ll really scare his boots off? Now that’ll be funny.
Michael’s grin curled in more of a mischievous one, what are you going to do now, crybaby? HA! He’s probably going to pee his pants after this.. Michael tried to refrain from laughing out loud, so he opted to say
“Come on guys,--”
You know what to do..
“—lets give this little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal!”
Michael almost burst out laughing at how his brother looked like, that face! Oh-how hilarious his face looked! If only I had a mirror.. Michael then quickly walked behind his brother and held him up by his armpits, Just look at him! Squirming like a kicked puppy, HA! Its good that he and his friends had already known what to do, maybe the little crybaby would have run back to his daddy before anything could happen, that would be a bummer though, somethings always gotta be a little fun for the little man’s birthday!
Michael started giggling, which prompted his friends to start to laugh But as Michael looked forward, he saw some security guards closely watching them, to see what they were going to do
This is safe, right?- Shut up, Michael! Of course it is, it’s a completely harmless prank! Your acting like its going to kill him, what,- have you started going soft?
To stop his doubts, Michael then looked at his brother, who was—hilariosuly, looking like he saw a ghost! Michael chuckled again, he can’t seem to stop it, really.
How can you be so worried about animatronics if your own father makes them? Hilarious! -and his own birthday IS always here!
“No! I don’t want to go!”
So the little man finally seemed to get the courage to stand up for himself?
Michael laughed at that sentence, he noticed that his brother’s movements were becoming more painful, and he seemed to want to hit Michael with his arms… Michael frowned at seeing this, but wanted to keep his good mood so he tried to shake his brother a little, that seemed to spark a reaction out of him, but his brother didn’t seem to notice it a bit since the movements were still the same, his face just contorted slightly into a pale, terrified one HA! Really, he’s acting like he is going to die, if he was going to, I’d say he and I would want a cooler death than this!
“You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer! Ha ha ha!
” He then heard his friends start giggling to each other, he’s lucky that his friends are way stronger than he is, if not, then this prank would have already gone downhill, he is the youngest in the group after all, so it made sense. Michael took another good look at his brother’s face, even smiling started to hurt his jaw after doing it so much today. Michael looked back, and finally saw the Fredbear animatronic right behind him, he somehow managed to smile even bigger than he already was Look at his face! How many tears can he hold? It can even be considered impressive if it weren’t because he was crying because of this..- Michael scoffed and interrupted his thoughts, and said
“Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!”
Michael laughed at his own joke, and it wasn’t even rehearsed! He was quite the comedian..Maybe he should be one one day..- Nah, he interrupted that thought, It’ll be better to be the owner of the franchise, these animatronics are so cool I can’t even imagine leaving it to start some low life job as a comedian or something! And father would be proud if I did that..-
Michael then realized he might have been holding his brother for too long after he started feeling his brother’s own sweat come on his hands, and grimaced, Ew. He then looked at his friends, who seemed to be waiting for him to give a queue, he smiled and averted his eyes towards the mouth of the animatronic, his friends faces immediately grew into a smile too. As they lifted him up to the mouth of fredbear,-
“KID! STOP! ITS DANGEROUS-PUT HIM DOWN!”
Huh? Michael stopped for a second, but then continued to slowly lift his brother up, Did I really not notice them warning us? Guess I was too wrapped up in my thoughts..And why is it so quiet anyway? If they knew this was dangerous, then why even let us get this close?-Ugh, your worrying about this whole thing again, NOTHINGS going to happen. As they got his brother’s head in the animatronic, Michael almost thought that he would fall as they let go of him, but the kid was strong, Michael would give him that, and held his grip on the neck of the animatronic Michael and his friends stood back, and started laughing Michael noticed then that he started hearing people running..And people screaming? He looked up and saw his brother trying to get out of the mouth of Fredbear. He chuckled, but then a thought came to him
Is he stuck?..-
But his friends started counting down-
“3”
He then joined in-
“2”
His smile slowly began to tilt downwards by a millimeter,-
“1”
He heard his brother scream so loud,-
GOSH! He thought as he covered his ears.
And you’d think he’s a girl for how high pitch that scream was! He’s so dramatic…
*CRUNCH*
…
Huh?
Michael looked up and saw blood slowly drip down his brother’s face to his clothes, he wasn’t moving.
What?
Michael stared in complete shock-maybe even horror, but he couldn’t even process it, as people immediately started pushing past him, security guards, to get the kid-his brother off stage. He was still looking at him.
What happened?
His eyes started to burn, it must have been because he wasn’t blinking..Michael never cried and would never allow anyone to see him cry. Even…Even if-his brother had just been killed by him. He was still frozen, staring at his brother as people were running, grabbing ladders, calling 911, screaming, everything was happening. He then felt someone grab his arm and he finally responded, by flinching that is.
What?-
He turned his head to see his father. He..he looked serious.
Way more serious than I have ever seen him as..
he could see his father’s eyebrows furrow and show even more wrinkles than he has. Michael grew rigid and stopped breathing, “Michael, what happened?” “I-“ he shut his mouth What is he going to do if he knows the truth? He turned his head to see his brother again..With a bunch of medics.. When had they come here?..How long was I standing there?.. But he then looked back at his father as the grip on his arm tightened, almost to the point of bruising it.
“Michael, you have to tell me what happened.”
His lips trembled, it felt as if he said another word, he would crumble and cry. He didn’t want that. He looked down, his stomach now felt full of knots. He was planning to eat pizza with his friends after this.. Wait-where are they? Michael shot his head up and saw no sight of them. Did..Did they really leave me here? His trembling lip had stopped and he clutched his fists, biting on his cheek “I-I-Fbu-Thu-“ Michael tried to get the words out of his mouth, but he realized he was crying. His father’s grip on him seemed to loosen a little bit. His father then looked forward, which prompted Michael to do the same thing. They were carrying his brother on a stretcher. To the ambulance.
Oh gosh- His head was-His-It was completely messed up-How-How did a literal anima-animatronic do that? This wasn’t my fault. This wasn’t my fault. This wasn’t my fault.
Michael repeated inside his head as he saw them take his brother away “Michael.” He flinched at his name again but looked at his father “Go in the ambulance. I’ll be there in a second. I just have something to do. We are talking about this later, that I promise.” He could tell that his father was extremely unpleased that Michael didn’t talk. His father let go of his arm and started walking away, visibly irritated. He stood there for a second and then looked at his hands.
Why did they feel so dirty, like blood is on them if there isn’t? He looked at his shirt, there was some blood stained there.. He let his arms fall to his sides and then mechanically walked towards the ambulance A police officer stopped him. “kid, You can’t get any closer.” Michael seemed to get irritated by that, he didn’t know why, because he was the reason-
No. I wasn’t. My friends,-and the- and Fredbear were the reason. It wasn’t my fault.
He reasoned to himself. He clenched his fists and said, “H-hes my brother. Can’t I go to him??”
“Well, sorry kid, but you look like you’re the one who actually caused this. We have to get the people who are involved in this for interrogation,--”
Michael froze.
Am I going to jail?
He then started crying again-he didn’t know why though, since he lost that feeling and started feeling a bit numb after the bizarre events that just happened. He stuttered, scrambling his words as he tried to tell the officer ‘what happened’. “WHAT? I-I didn’t! I know who did! Please-You gotta let me close to him! I NEED TO SEE MY BROTHER!” he insisted. The police officer now seemed more uncomfortable, but Michael noticed a sympathetic look in his eyes “..Ok, kid. But since you know, after your brother is taken care of, we have to interview you.” “..O-ok.” The police officer walked away, and Michael watched him before looking back to the ambulance. He walked inside the ambulance numbingly and saw his father in there. “What took you so long?” He could still tell that his father was pissed. What am I going to do when he finds out? Is he going to send me to jail?-disown me? “I-police.” He supposed if he kept this as short as possible, he wouldn’t burst into tears like a crybaby- Michael immediately averted his gaze to his brother. Crybaby, right.-Stop calling him that! He frowned and looked down as he clutched his shorts. He didn’t want to see his father’s gaze at him.
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It went by so fast. How long has it been since it happened? 4 hours?-5? They were now in the hospital.
Father and Elizabeth were sitting on a couch. Elizabeth still didn’t know what was going on-how could she? She was 3. At least she’ll never really know how bad I am-..It wasn’t my fault. Michael kept trying to convince himself about that. He doesn’t think he believes that. He crosses his arms and looks away from the door which his brother was in. He’s not going to die. He tried to convince himself of that too. He didn’t believe it too, and he knew that. The hospital is cold. He doesn’t like it. Does he like the hospital? How is he doing? …Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Your stupid, Michael. OF COURSE HES NOT DOING OKAY. He literally got his head crushed by a DAMN ANIMATRONIC!
He bit his cheek and dug into his arm with his nails. He looked down, it’s better than looking at other nurses rushing in and out, the door…Or Father… Is it really my fault?.. Before he could delve deeper into that- “Michael, come sit with us.” He looked up. It was his father, how could he be so calm? Why wasn’t Michael calm? He should be calm..Right? He awkwardly walked towards them and sat next to Elizabeth.
“Mikey! Mikey!” Elizabeth kicked her feet and smiled. Michael didn’t feel like playing with her. After no response, Elizabeth’s smile faded and she looked confusingly at him. Michael didn’t really care right now, though. Maybe tomorrow. People were still running in and out of the room. Where his brother was. Michael grunts and puts a hand to his face,
You’re so stupid.. his lips started trembling again A hand landed on his shoulder. It was his father. “Michael, we can go in now.” What?-oh. His father got up and held Elizabeth’s hand. Michael followed them. Honestly, he didn’t want to go in. He would just rather them tell him if he died or not, it felt better that way than just seeing his brother’s dead face. Even if it is cruel to do that.
He looked down the whole way, only following Elizabeth’s tiny feet. Gosh-I remember when he was that age. Before-before mom.. He practically almost stepped on Elizabeth after they stopped, the doctor was talking to father about something.. He could still see multiple nurses besides his brother. He couldn’t even see his face..It was full of bandages. There was two chairs in the room. Father had insisted Elizabeth and Michael to sit down, telling them, especially Michael, that it was fine. Michael noticed that his father looked way more exhausted. He could hear the beep of his brother’s heartbeat. He could imagine that the beeping stops and then his brother will be gone forever.. He didn’t notice his father and Elizabeth leave, maybe it’s better that way. … His eyes burn again, and his throat feels like somethings in it again. He’s clutching his stomach so hard that it’s starting to hurt. He doesn’t want to look. He doesn’t want to see how much damage he did to his own brother. He feels a drop of water land on his hand
Oh. I’m crying again.
He hates this.
He hates himself.
He starts trying to wipe the tears away and stop them completely Stop that! STOP. Why are you crying??? If your crying, then your also a crybaby..-STOP!
Michael inhales deeply but manages to chock on it
You’ve always been so stupid. A 12 year old, HA! Right..Your acting like..Like a child! Stupid, stupid. … Why is my breathing so weird? .. It is my fault. .. Why is breathing so difficult? Why does it feel like there’s a lump in my throat?..Your being too dramatic Michael. He’s fine. Father acted calm, so you should too. .. The beeping sound on the monitor continued But why does it feel like he’s going to die?
..
..
..
“..Can you hear me?”
This is so stupid..
“..I don’t know if you can hear me..”
...
I am stupid.
…
“…I’m sorry.”
.. Damnit.
Michael rushes out of the room.
“Mikey?” Father and Elizabeth are sitting on the couch. He doesn’t even seem a bit worried right now. Michael inhales sharply and sits on the couch with his hands on his face “Elizabeth, stay with Michael.” Elizabeth looks confusingly at both Michael and William. Michael looks at William for a second and sees that he has the Fredbear plush that… .. He looks down again He’s probably just going to leave it there for him so when he wakes up.. ..
“Mikey!!”
Elizabeth tugged on Michael’s shirt.
“What?”
Elizabeth frowns and says “What happened??? Wheres-“
“Don’t worry, Elizabeth. Okay?”
Elizabeth lets go of her grip and looks defeated She looks away and says,
“Daddy said that too..”
“Well, hes right, okay?”
“hm.” Michael sighs and puts his hands together,
What am I going to do? Go to jail? ..I don’t even think father will visit if I do go there..
“mikey! MIKEY!!” Elizabeth tugs on Michael’s shirt again, but this time its exaggerated and frantic.
“What?- What??”
He looks at her and she points where..Where his door is. Michael sits up stiffly and sees nurses rushing out, there’s a lot more and they’re rushing out way faster than before.
Michael freezes.
And then father walks out. He stands still and sighs,
“He’s dead, Michael.”
“W-what?”
“We’re going. Elizabeth,”
Michael stands up so fast he almost fell over on his own.
“Hey-! What? DEAD?”
Michael rushes to his father and looks behind him, he finally notices that everyone has stopped going inside the room.
“…”
“PLEASE! You cant just say that and expect me to do nothing??”
“You were the one who did it Michael, why would I expect that you care about him after you did the very thing that killed him?”
“I-What?”
Michael freezes.
“We are discussing this at home, Elizabeth. Come.”
Elizabeth hesitantly comes to his father’s side and holds his hand, they then walk away. It takes Michael a minute and then he finally chases after them. The car is drenched in rain,
How convenient is it that it’s raining right after my own brother dies?..By my own hands?
Michael stops at the car. Father goes in the driver’s seat and Elizabeth goes to the seat behind the driver’s seat. Michael hesitantly enters the passenger seat.
I’m horrible...This has to be a dream, wake up.
Michael pinches his arm but nothing happens, his breathes quickens. The car drives, and for a moment, Michael notices that his father looks calmer than usual.
He doesn’t want to think about it.