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Deep into his slumber, Evan snuggled against his Fredbear plush. He hadn’t been able to sleep like this since he was alive, and even then his final year was spent living in fear of sleeping between 12 and 6 in the morning. To put it short, he was having the rest of his undead life. His dreams were kind and not threatening, he was comfortable, and most importantly, he felt safe that there were no nightmarish animatronics coming to kill him.
And then he woke up.
He snapped awake to the sound of rustling in his closet. Sucking it up and getting up from the most comfortable position he ever slept in, his half asleep mind didn’t register what the actual fuck could be in that closet.
Opening the door, he was(shockingly) greeted with his old Foxy stuffed animal and clothes. He accepted this answer, not thinking into the details like what the hell would have made the rustling sound and how he should probably be panicking, crawling back onto his bed. He was very, very eager to go back to sleep as his head was pounding and his mouth was dry and he really had to piss but he didn’t care he just wanted to sleep.
Unsurprisingly, the obnoxious urge to piss granted him the inability to fall back asleep. Again, he threw off his blankets and angrily walked over to a door. Opening it dramatically and almost banging it against the wall, he began his journey to the bathroom. Being careful to not wake anyone else as it was 6 in the morning, he made it to the bathroom. The brunette took care of his business, and then drank a cup of water to sooth his terribly dry mouth.
Arriving back at his room, he once again cuddled into his bed, hoping, no, praying he could fall asleep this time. Though it seemed drinking an inhumane amount of water had its consequences, as he again needed to use the restroom. To make it even better his mouth was still quite dry, he just didn’t have the patience to drink enough water for it to no longer be dry.
So he got up, angrily trudged over to the bathroom, pissed, got a drink of water, and went to lay down again. He closed his eyes, feeling sleep envelope him, just to be greeted with the sensation of a full bladder.
This was it. This was his hell. This was worse than anything poor Evan could’ve ever imagined.
After using the restroom for what felt like the 10th time that night, he decided he needed to take his frustrations out on a certain someone, that certain someone being his older brother. Now, Michael hadn’t done anything to warrant what was about to happen recently, he was making it very clear he was sorry for what had occurred all those years ago and would never try anything like that again.
But guess what had still happened.
Not many people know this, but Evan is actually terrible at letting things go. As much as he tries to hide it, he still holds a grudge against Elizabeth for taking his Fredbear plush away from him for a whole day back in ‘82, so you can only imagine the level of grudge being held against Michael for fucking killing him.
He put on his most mischievous grin, and practically danced on over to Michael’s room. This was the best idea he’d had in 30 years, only second to a hell for his father. Literally!
As quietly as he could, he entered Michael’s room. Michael was fast asleep, but Evan couldn’t risk anything due to his brother being a light sleeper. Luckily, Evan could float so he didn’t have to worry about the sound of his footsteps or creaking wood waking Michael up.
Evan positioned his mouth right in front of Michael’s ear. He put his all into stifling a giggle, he most definitely didn’t want to wake Mike up before the main attraction.
Taking in a deep breath, he opened his mouth and let out the most blood curdling, on your toes, holy shit who is being murdered scream the Earth had ever heard.
Michael snapped awake. If he had a heart it most definitely would’ve skipped a beat or two, perhaps three. It appeared he tried to form words but was physically unable to due to shock. You’d think he would’ve gotten used to being jumpscared after working at a Fazbear location or 5, but alas.
Evan was persistent in his screaming. He did not falter, keeping a constant volume, never once stopping for breath. The shock quickly dissipated and was replaced with extreme annoyance. It was barely 7 in the goddamn morning, what was this kid doing?
“Evan, could you please shut the fuck up?”
This plea for Evan to shut the fuck up seemed to only fuel Evan’s shrieks as the scraping noise only got louder, and louder, and louder, and-
“Evan, I am begging you. It is 7 in the morning and you are right in my ear. I don’t even know how this is making it louder since I don’t have eardrums, but please.” Another fruitless plea from Michael.
Michael eventually decided on not reacting, Evan obviously wanted a reaction out of the male because why the hell else would he be doing this at 7 when he’s notorious for sleeping forever.
After about 5 minutes, the door slammed open with a sobbing Elizabeth.
“Evan, please, this is even worse than always feeling like you’re not enough for the one person you’ve always looked up to but he pushes you away and you would do anything for him but it’s never enough for him and he’s always wanting more, more, and more from you but you’re just a little girl and really, what could he want?” She sobbed, appearing to be shaking, whether it was from the incessant screaming or her little breakdown was unclear.
“Elizabeth-” Michael started, only to be interrupted by a sharp breath and even louder screams from his younger brother. There was no doubt he’d awoken William by now, what his reaction would be was going to be a surprise for later. Maybe he would beat the little shit into a pulp? Maybe he wouldn’t do anything after the purgatory situation? Only God knew.
The ginger ran over to her older brother and sobbed next to him, begging him to stop. She’d even grabbed onto his shirt, using it as a tissue while begging “Please! Please Evan this even tops being trapped in a metal body that is constantly being shocked! Those controlled shocks hurt, you know!?” Michael felt bad after that one.
Michael didn’t know how much longer he could take before grabbing this shit’s neck and cutting off his airway so he would finally stop screaming. It seemed as if every time he took a breath to start another 5 minute long scream it got louder, but that was probably his patience thinning.
Eventually, Michael’s window was destroyed due to a very angry Cassidy coming into the room via brute force through the glass window.
“Holy SHIT Evan can you just SHUT THE FUCK UP!? IT’S BEEN 30 MINUTES!! 30 GODDAMN MINUTES!! I LIVE 3 HOUSES AWAY FROM YOU!” Cassidy yelled, absolutely fuming. She stormed over to Evan, restraining him and slapping a hand over his mouth. The sound of a muffled scream sounded like church bells ringing to the poor, tortured ears of Michael and Elizabeth Afton. Elizabeth’s sobs even subsided a bit, and the noirette’s outburst even managed to make Evan stop screaming bloody murder for a few seconds.
Her attempt soon proved futile as he continued with his shrieking. Cassidy could feel the vibrations against her hand and her ears were almost bleeding, yet she knew if she moved her hand away from his mouth the sound would get 10 times worse.
Suddenly, she yanked Evan away from Michael much to his relief. Her knuckles began to turn stark white due to the sheer effort needed to keep Evan the hell away from his brother’s ear. Cassidy also began digging her nails into Evan’s face, but this backfired as he started genuinely screaming from the pain.
“OH- OH MY GOD YOUR NAILS ARE SO SHARP WHAT THE SHIT- STOP! STOP! STOP PLEASE PLEASE!!” Evan wailed. Cassidy felt a few tears hit her hand. She felt bad a moment, but then remembered the shitshow that was happening mere moments ago, and still was happening.
“Maybe I’ll stop if you sHUT THE FUCK UP!!”
Cassidy was met with silence.
“Finally. Finally something that worked.” Michael thought.
“Is it finally over?” Elizabeth asked, her face stained with tears.
It felt as if peace was restored. The silence of the room sounded heavenly to the ears of Michael, Cassidy, and Elizabeth.
Amid the silence, Evan giggled. Taking in a sharp inhale, he continued on with the ear scraping shrieks and screams.
Elizabeth’s sobs returned.
In a fit of rage, Cassidy let go of him, making the sensation worse for everybody in the house, hell, everybody in the neighborhood.
Now this, this was Michael’s breaking point. The innocent(Cassidy and Elizabeth) were no longer on Evan, therefore Michael could jump him. And jump him he did.
Of course this didn’t make Evan’s screaming cease, it was only replaced with genuine screams for help, though this didn’t matter as the satisfaction of attacking him made up for it.
First, Michael grabbed Evan’s throat, though only for a second. He then punched him in the face and kicked him in the shin.
Tears began to roll down Evan’s face, but whether those were genuine was debatable. He'd made a habit of making fake tears for sympathy recently, but the assumption that all his tears were fake was not a good one to make because he, y'know, THE crying child.
Meanwhile, William was fiddling with a white rabbit costume. He’d heard the entire ordeal begin from the second doors began slamming but he didn’t have the energy to get up and stop them. He’d accepted his children were batshit crazy long ago anyways. As the sounds of Michael beating up his second son continued, William really wished he could burn in a fire. Wait.