I saw my brother cautiously walking towards our kitchen. He had not eaten since this morning and it was now 8 o'clock. Our kitchen was the typical wooden counter tops with wooden cabinets and a small, baby-blue fridge. My brother opened the fridge and took out a milk bottle. He set it on the wooden counter and took out cold pizza from the restaurant with those animatronics, Fredbear's Family Diner. My personal favorite was always the fox animatronic. So, I put on the fox mask.
My brother grabbed his milk before turning towards me. I let out a screech and he screamed, dropping the milk and pizza. The glass crashed on the floor. My brother barely had time to jump back before the glass could cut his bare feet. I walked over the glass and grabbed my brother by the arms. I lifted him up and carried him to his room. He pleaded and cried for me to stop, but I ignored him, laughing at him and taunting him the whole way to his small room.
I tossed him on the floor and he let out a yelp. I looked around his room. It had a small bed, dresser and a lamp. The carpet was blue and toys were strewn about on the floor. I spotted his favorite toy on his bed. Fredbear. He got that at the Fredbear's Diner place. I saw tears streaming down my brother's face. I slammed the door and held it shut. I heard pounding on the door and my brother screaming to let him out. He finally stopped and I heard him sobbing.
"Tomorrow is another day," he would say.
The next day I was hiding with my fox mask on. I was in our small sitting room with the TV and a couch. I was behind the TV, waiting for my brother to come into the room, looking for me. He came in, holding his Fredbear plush close to his chest. He set the plush on the couch and began to look for me. Taking one step at a time, he looked under the couch, in the hall, out the window. He approached the TV, ready to search there. I jumped and let out that same screech. He jumped to the floor and started to sob.
"Tomorrow is another day," he would say.
The next day, we went to the Fredbaer's Diner. My brother hates it there. He is convinced that the robots will try to eat him, or some man will come out of the dark corners of the place and kill him. He claims to have seen the killer and described him as a purple man in the backstage area. You laugh in his face at his antics.
I left. My brother was all alone in the place he hates. He came home, eyes bloodshot and with wet cheeks. He was raving about a man in a costume trying to hurt him. That the killer was there. That he had to find help, but he couldn't be brave enough. He went to his room and closed the door. I followed and heard him sobbing.
"Tomorrow is another day," he woulds say.
The next day I left him again. My brother came home again. I was in the hall and heard him talking to his Fredbear plush. He talked about Spring Bonnie being a finger trap. He talked about him crying under the table and his upcoming birthday party. He was having a party at the place he hated. I arranged the party to be at Fredbear's. Most of all, he talked about them coming to life. Them killing you. Them hiding your body. Them never telling anyone.
My brother approached his room. I put on my ox mask and went into his room to hide under his bed. He walked into his room cautiously and up to his bed I jumped out and screeched. He fell to the floor, sobbing. I laughed.
"Tomorrow is another day," he would say
The next day we went back to Fredbaer's to make final preparation for the party. My brother hid under the table and started to cry again. I took him by the arms and led him to the backstage area. I heard him scream about the killer in the back but I just laughed. I locked him in the spare parts room. I heard him pound on the door and scream to let him out. His words got fainter as if he was giving up.
"Tomorrow is another day," he would say.
The day of my brother's birthday, my friends were at Fredbear's too. They were wearing a bunny mask, bear mask and chicken mask.
"Wow, your brother is kind of a baby, isn't he?" my friend in the bunny mask asked.
"It hilarious," I laugh. "Why don't we help him get a closer look. He will love it!"
"No!" my brother protested. "Please!"
"Come on guys," I say. "Let's give this little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal." I grabbed my brother and my friends followed suit. He kicked and screamed, eyes wide.
"No, I don't want to go," he screamed.
"You heard the little man, he wants to get even closer," I laughed. "Hey guy, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss." my friends laugh. "On three. One... Two..."
We shove my brother into Fredbear's mouth. Nothing could go wrong right? The mechanics in the robot would probably stop. Me and my friends laughed as my brother tried to flail his way out of the robot's mouth. He let out a screech. Much like my screeches when I scared him. He went limp. We stopped laughing.
A day later, I was in a hospital. My parents reused to look at me. My father covered his face with a book and my mother hid her's with a handkerchief. My brother lay in a room close by in a hospital bed. He slept. He finally did not cry or scream. he did not say those word he said so very often.
I attended the funeral a week later. I spoke to the crowd, the hateful crowd. They knew what I did. I finished my speech. I stood at the front of the room.
"Tomorrow is another day," I would say.
This is one of my more darker themed stories. My take on the cut scenes of the fourth game. There will be more chapters, specifically two more. They are complete but still need work. So they will come out when they are ready.
Have a nice night. and Thanksgiving (if you celebrate it.)
I do not own the FNaF franchise. It belongs to Scott Cawthon.
