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“Hey Michael!” said Jeremy, gesturing for him to come over from where he was playing on the arcade machines. “Doesn’t it suck that we’re stuck here at Evan’s stupid birthday party? I mean look at him, he’s not even enjoying it!” Samuel pointed over to where Evan, newly 8 years old, was hidden under a table, face buried in his hands.
“That’s what I told my dad, but you know how he is,” responded Michael, rolling his eyes. “But hey, you have a good point! What kind of miserable kid doesn’t even enjoy his own birthday party?”
“Your crybaby of a brother, clearly,” scoffed Samuel.
“Exactly. But hey, if we have to be here anyways, might as well have some fun with him!” Michael pulled on his foxy mask, gesturing for the rest of the group to do the same with their respective masks. “Follow my lead!”
Michael walked over to his brother, Jeremy, Samuel, and Mark trailing behind him. “Hey crybaby!” he jeered, shoving his face up against Evan’s.
Evan yelped, curling up in a ball on the floor to get away from the mask. “It’s gonna bite me…” he whimpered.
Michael scoffed, “Stop being a pussy. It’s just a mask!”
“Hey,” intercepted Jeremy. “If he’s even scared of a mask biting him, let’s take him up to a real animatronic!”
Michael laughed, “Ooh, that’s a good idea! Come on crybaby, don’t you want to have some fun?” he pulled Evan out from under the table.
“I don’t wanna go,” Evan cried, thrashing and trying to escape from Michael’s grasp.
“Come on guys!” Michael said. “I think he said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!” He started dragging Evan towards the stage, gesturing for his friends to help him carry him!”
They carried Evan up to the stage, ignoring a security guard yelling for them to stop. Jeremy flipped him off.
“On 3!” yelled Michael, as he and his friends started to push Evan up towards the animatronic’s mouth.
“3, 2, 1!” they shoved his head inside, Samuel, Mark, and Jeremy stepping back leaving just Michael supporting Evan’s body, all of them laughing. Evan thrashed, trying to remove himself from Fredbear’s mouth but failing, his tears wetting the spring locks.
Suddenly the group heard a creak from inside Fredbear. They all paused for a moment. No more sounds came out of him and they all continued laughing.
“Please Michael, I’m scared!” Evan begged. Michael moved to pull Evan out, but suddenly a louder creak could be heard and Fredbear’s jaws snapped shut, squeezing Evan’s skull.
“Oh fuck” hissed Jeremy under his breath, as Michael started to pull harder, trying to free Evan.
“Guy’s, he’s stuck!” Michael yelled, clearly trying to stay calm while desperately tugging at Evan, who was crying even harder now. “Come and fucking help me out here?”
Crunch. Fredbear’s jaws almost fully snapped shut, crushing Evan’s skull, a spray of blood shooting out and landing on Michael’s mask, mixing with the reddish orange plastic exterior. Everyone’s eyes widened in horror as blood continued to go down Fredbear’s body, staining the yellow fur red.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” hissed Samuel, him and Mark bolting from the scene while Michael fell to his knees, staring up at his brother’s bleeding body in terror. Jeremy didn’t move, his entire body frozen by fear, staring up at the gruesome scene before him. The one that he initiated.
Jeremy watched as kids rushed around Freddy’s, watching the toy animatronics perform. He could imagine one of them getting lifted up there, closer and closer, before shoved into the mouth, the jaws closing more and more, until they were pressed up against the skull and wouldn’t stop. He was shaken out of those thoughts by his walkie talkie crackling on.
Mangle’s missing on the security cameras, one of Jeremy’s coworkers, Anna, said. Go and find him before he scares the fuck out of some kid.
Jeremy nodded, anxiety pooling in his gut . He walked out of the party room he was supervising, looking around the pizzeria. “Mangle, bud, where are you?”
He heard a shift from one of the currently unused party rooms, and entered, seeing a dark Mangle resembling shape in the corner. “Hey man, what are you doing in here? Tired of all the kids disassembling you?”
Mangle growled. Huh, I didn’t know the animatronics could do that. Before Jeremy had the time to puzzle over why Mangle was acting this way, he lunged forwards, slamming into Jeremy.
Jeremy thrashed under him, trying to free himself from Mangle’s grasp, raw terror rushing through him. “Get off me!” he yelled.
Mangle shot forward, jaws closing around Jeremy’s head. He desperately clawed at Mangle. Oh fuck, oh fuck, he was going to end up just like Evan.
Mangle pushed down, and after a moment of unbearable pressure Jeremy felt a wet crunch and his body flop down, any resistance from before drained out of him. Blood dripped into his eyes and pooled down on the floor around him. Strangely he didn’t feel any pain.
After some time that Jeremy couldn’t ascertain, he dimly heard panicked voices.
“What happened?”
“Can’t you see dumbass? Mangle bit him! Call a fucking ambulance!”
Call an ambulance? That’s what they said about Evan. Now Jeremy knew how Evan had felt.
It all faded to black.