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“Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give fredbear a BIG kiss!” Michael snickered back to his friends, tightening his grip around his little brother’s torso. The malicious laughs from his older brother’s masked friends rang in the poor birthday boy’s ears.
“NO MIKE PLEASE I DON’T WANNA GO-“
“On three! One, two-“
“Please Mike I’m scared!-“
“Three-“
Crunch
The deafening crunch of the young boy’s skull was the only sound that rang throughout the usually chatter filled diner. The scrape of bone and cartilage against metal- followed by the sickening drip of the thick, red fluid spilling out from between fredbear’s jaws and on to the floor. The gnarly sight would’ve made even seasoned soldiers grimace, let alone the plethora of parents and children trying to enjoy their fun time at the fine establishment. Michael Afton could only stare in horror at what he had just done. He was just messing around, surely this was just Evan’s way of getting back. Right down to the realistically warm fake blood packets he got to splatter all over his new gray shirt. It had to be.
The boy in the fox mask looked back at his friends to see what they should do next, but they all dipped to god knows where. Probably didn’t wanna get in trouble, and he couldn’t entirely blame them. He would’ve done the same if it wasn’t his little brother that they were all bullying. Michael reached a shaky hand up and tugged at the younger boy’s limp leg.
“Evan you can get up now,, it’s not funny anymore bro-“
“MICHAEL! What the FUCK did you do to your brother?!” His dad burst through the doors to the maintenance rooms, running over to the animatronics to assess the bloodbath occurring on his stage. William grabbed his eldest son by the front of his shirt, looking Michael in the eyes with rage. Not the expression of someone worried that their youngest child was gravely injured, more like the expression of a business owner who doesn’t want more investigations done on his life work. The older man turned his head and shouted down to the horrified spectators.
“Don’t stand around- someone call an ambulance!” He barked, before gruffly setting Michael down and sharply pushing him off to the side. It took a bit of work to free his youngest’s mangled body from the grip of his animatronic’s spring-locked jaw, but once he had, the father looked at his critical condition son with a grim frown.
“You hold him Michael, I need to file so much paperwork because of you. When the paramedics come you’re going in that ambulance with your brother, do you understand? And IF he still has a pulse it’s your responsibility to stay with him in the hospital. You’re the one who did this to him. Do I make myself clear?“ William leaned down to talk to his oldest child, poison laced in every word he spoke. Michael stared down at his blood covered hands, barely paying attention to what his dad had to say. He was a murderer. He murdered his little brother in cold blood, all for a sick kick with his friends. He should’ve been better to Evan. All those times he’d scare him or lock him in his room, or beat him up. Now his brother was dead and it was entirely on his hands.
“I said do I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”
Michael quickly nodded and threw his foxy mask off to the side before holding his little brother’s limp body. The birthday boy’s forehead had been bloodied and dented to a state Michael previously hadn’t thought humanly possible. His cheeks were still pink and stained with wet tears sliding down them. The still flowing blood from the site of the bite began to slide down and stain the front of his shirt, which made his stomach uneasily churn. Oh god, he was gonna vomit. He was a murderer. A murderer who’s victim was his innocent baby brother, who never did anything to him besides be annoying occasionally. But what little sibling wasn’t annoying. God, he should’ve been nicer to him. None of this would’ve happened if he actually was a good brother and didn’t care about impressing his friends.
Soon enough the paramedics rushed into the frenzied fredbear’s family diner. They snatched his little brother out of his hands and placed him on a stretcher, immediately trying to get some sort of response from the severely injured kid. A couple other paramedics cleared the restaurant while trying to ask Michael a few questions.
“Do you know this boy’s name? Where his parents are?”
“His name is Evan Afton. Our dad owns this place but he’s in the back trying to get everything under control and can’t go- will my little brother be alright?”
“Too early to tell son, we found a pulse but he’s in critical condition. He needs to get to a hospital right away, so get in the back with him.”
The back of the ambulance was a scary place,, because even for a teenager like himself, medical jargon still freaked him out. A few people were tending to Evan while the same paramedic was asking Michael questions.
“Is there any other family we should contact?”
“No, just me and my dad.”
“Any previous history of head trauma?”
“No,”
“What was the cause of this injury?”
He was the cause of the injury. He was the one who had the brilliant idea to shove his brother into the stupid goddamn bear and now he could very well be fucking dead.
“Uh,, robot malfunction.”
“child… reckless behavior… around machine…” the paramedic uttered, scribbling things down on their notepad so the ER doctors had some background.
He hated this. Michael hated this more than anything he had ever done before. It’s like this paramedic was making him out to be this poor victim who watched his reckless little brother get chomped half to death out of his own stupidity. But no, he was the cause. Nobody else was responsible but him, and it was his duty as the older one to realize when the joke had gone too far. But it was too late now.
“Well son, we’re gonna transfer your brother into a room. From there the staff will probably put him into a medically induced coma until they realize the best course of action. The ambulance cost will be billed to your father.”
With that, Michael hobbled out of the ambulance, letting out a long and shaky breath. The teen was still dirty with blood and sweat walking down the dimly lit hospital hallway, quite the contrast between him and the pristinely clean environment all around. The path seemed to get colder and narrower as he approached Evan’s new room. Something told him he’d be there for awhile.