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August 14th, 1983, No single specific location
Toxic Masculinity.
It was like some kind of drug, a disease, even. The first time it had reached michael was in the 9th grade. He had been almost finished with his transitioning, only needing to take testosterone at this point, with the help of William and Henry. He’d been reinserted into the school system after being taken out and started getting homeschooled just a month before he turned 14, so that no one would question why he had looked different, or get made fun of. When he re-entered the school system he used his preferred name, Michael Afton.
At first everything had been fine, he even got himself a group of 3 friends. However, no one could have predicted the time period typical standard of how a boy should act. So, once he learned of these concepts he himself went by them, wanting to pass as a male as much as possible.
Of course it also spread to his personal life. This triggered the teasing of his brother, @#$+&*, for all the little things that society has taught Michael to be ‘not manly’. However, he would never harm his brother, physically that is, he could never even think of doing such a vulgar act such as that. So he would never go past light teasing and occasional insults, but it never went past that.
Until that week.
Michael decided it would be funny to give his brother a little scare everyday until his birthday, when his biggest prank yet would be put into action. The plan was simple, really, he would carry his brother over to fredbear, put his younger brother into his mouth, wait a little, maybe do some light teasing, and then be done and let him live out the rest of his birthday party. But it didn’t go that way.
You see Fredbear had a special mechanic inside it called spring locks, and they are very sensitive. So, just as Michael was grabbing @#$+&* to get him out of the animatronic bears mouth the tears had gotten onto the spring locks and they quickly tightened.
There was suddenly a loud crushing sound and blood being spewed everywhere. Michaels eyes widened in shock, remaining completely still. He stood there for about a good 15 minutes before zoning back into reality, suddenly realizing that there were hot tears running down his face. He heard sirens ring and people shouting, he turned to his little brother being pulled onto a stretcher with a sizable dent on his head, where blood was pouring out.
His vision blurred as more tears came out at a rapid pace.
He could have sworn he had been at fredbears a second earlier, but here he was, sitting next to @#$+&*’s hospital bed, sobbing. “@#$+&* I’m so sorry, I didn’t think that would happen please wake up” Michael sobbed out, he was about to continue when he heard an abrupt high pitched beep and he practically screamed for a doctor. Doctors rushed in, trying to do something to help the little boy from not dying, but to no avail, there was nothing he could do.
That day he felt like a part of him died.
The guilt and sadness consumed him all day, forcing him into a state of staying in bed, going over mentally what had gone down. Once Michael finally processed the situation he started sobbing violently into his pillow, this went on for a long time.
Then, there was nothing.
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