Chapter Text
Zero days until the party.
Michael heard a sickening thud, followed by the sound of an animatronic struggling, mechanical whirring. Splatters of crimson soaking into the confetti-patterned carpet entered Michael's vision as he lifted himself from the ground, hoisting himself onto his knees.
Was that blood? He wondered, as his vision came into better focus. A wave of fear hit him, turning his stomach. Why would there be blood?
Slowly, he got up from his knees, looking up at the Fredbear animatronic, the source of the thud.
No, no, no, no. This isn't how it goes.
He stepped back, slightly losing his balance as his head spun and his body tremored. The shouts and panic around him faded as he felt a wave of nausea and terror. His little brother's blood was on the ground. But not just on the ground, it was on Michael's hands, too.
Happy Birthday, Evan.