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June 1983
There were screams, squeaks of shoes on the floor, the scratch of moving tables, the upbeat music still playing its mind numbing tune.
Then there was blood.
Oozing out from the yellow bear, sinking into the synthetic fur, dripping onto the large wooden stage.
Drip drip drip drip
There was blood, his brother’s blood.
Drip drip drip drip
Oh god, it was everywhere.
Mikes eyes were glued to Evans’s small body hanging from the animatronics bloody maw.
It was so limp like a doll, his small dark gray shirt and blue pants, his sneakers he got for Christmas, were completely covered in bright red.
It was still trickling, now forming a pool in the front of the robot.
How could so much blood come from a small body like Evans?
Oh god, he never meant to take it this far.
It was only a prank, only a prank please god it was only a prank-
Oh god what had he just done?
Drip drip drip drip
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Mike couldn’t remember much after that. Henry managed to find him still at fredbears, faintly remembering he told him he’s taking him home.
The ride was silent, with only the sound of the tires of Henry's chevy against the concrete road. Henry didn’t bother to speak, Mike was in no shape to hold a conversation.
One second he was in the familiar car, the next he was home. He immediately went to plop down on the couch. He couldn’t bring himself to walk to his room, to walk past Evans room..
“Try to relax Mikey,” said Henry, his smile failing to reach his eyes, "the paramedics showed up and got Evan to the hospital as quickly as they could. Good news aside…I have to call your parents.”
Suddenly it was very hard for Mike to relax.
He sat up from the couch, suddenly cold. He couldn’t feel his hands, or his legs for that matter,
His parents, mom and dad…what would they do? Evan was their entire world. Only rivaling Elizabeth in terms of daddy’s favorite.
“You can’t.”
“I can’t?”
The boy burst into tears. “No NO- y-you can’t call them, please.” Mike cried into his hands.
It was just a mistake, just an accident, but they wouldn’t take it like that. His parents would hate him. Things would never be the same. Even if his brother pulled through, things just wouldn’t be the same.
“Mikey” he heard footsteps. Opening his eyes, Henry was sitting on the couch adjacent to him, “what happened? What exactly happened?”
“It was-“ Mike hiccuped, “It was just a stupid prank…it really was! Evan hates the fredbear… and I thought it would be funny to bring him closer to it…he squirmmed around and we were going to take him out but then-” then blood and it spurted and ohgodtheressomuch-
He looked at Henry, to see if he believed him, the blond mans face was still stupid and blank. “Please you gotta believe me, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!”
“Why don’t you want me to call your parents?” Henry asked
“Because they’ll hate me!” He wailed.
Before Henry could open his mouth the piercing sound of the home telephone rang.
“I’ll be right back.”
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The phone call was only a few minutes long.
“Afton residence, William! Glad you could call. Have you- I’m so sorry about your son. Are you- Mike?”
The boys stomach dropped.
“Yes, he’s here with me, I took him to your house if that’s alright with you.”
Silence.
“He’s stable!? Oh thank god, we’ll be over right away!” The phone hit the receiver with a resounding thunk, sealing Mikes fate.
The thought of seeing his brother, his mom and dad- the lump in Mikes throat only grew. He just wanted to stay curled up on the couch for the rest of his life. Or at least a little while longer.
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The hospital was silent. Mike thought that it would be like the serials on the tv, busting with life and constant emergencies. It was dark- Mike hadn’t looked at the time yet- and the floor he was on was void of people. The only signs of life being the constant sound of his jittering foot.
He just wanted to leave.
He sparred a glance at the door beside him. His brothers room, which was also quiet.
He knew they were in there. He didn’t dare knock on the door, he just couldn’t do it.
Henry was off looking for a vending machine, leaving Mike the only one to face his family's wrath- just a matter of when they bothered to open the door. The thought made his already weak stomach jerk even more. He didn’t want to think about that though. He didn’t know what to think. His brain was floating, everything felt like a dream.
Maybe he’d wake up, run downstairs for his breakfast, barely catch the bus, flunk his math quiz, hang with his friends at the arcade, and smoke a joint till the sun went down.
Would Mike ever get to wake up and be normal again?
The brunette was ripped from his thoughts with the sound of a door squeaking open.
Footsteps, controlled and light, found their way in front of the boy. Being a few feet away, Mike recognized the clean black loafers, the nice ironed pant legs, and the commanding stance, of his father.
He doesn’t dare look up, choosing instead to hunch further into himself.
His father was an imposing man even when he wasn't upset. At 6 foot something and a semi athletic build, he commanded any room he was in.
That never stopped Mike from huffing at his fathers wants. He butted heads with his old man time and time again, leaving his dad quite upset or annoyed. But he always controlled himself, always laughed it off, never letting a whining 13 year old get the better of him.
But this time, his father wasn't upset, he was angry.
"Micheal." His name was like acid on his fathers tongue, so full of hate.
Against his better judgment, words began to spill from Mikes lips. If he could only make his dad understand, that it was all a prank-
"Dad, it was ju-" hot cold pain erupted from the side of his face.
"I don't want or need to hear your excuses. I gathered all I needed to know when I saw the paramedics pull my son down myself".
"It was an accid-
"It doesn't matter what it was Micheal, Evan is clinging to life, your poor mother is beside herself and, " he sighed, bringing his bony fingers to the bridge of his nose, "I want you out of my sight, we'll talk later about what to do with you."
Then his father disappeared into the hospital room, gone just as quick as he was there.
And Mike- Mike wept. Silent tears this time, he didn't want to disappoint his father even more.
Fucked. He was truly fucked.