***Hello, my friends! This is my first FNAF fanfiction. I've been a fan of the game for a while now; I haven't played the second and sixth one, the second one because I couldn't handle it and the sixth one because I have no money on Steam. Not to mention, I suck. Anyways, PLEASE read the note at the end. Anyways, the good stuff belongs to Scott Cawthorn (probably misspelled his last name, oh well) and the story belongs to me. Without further ado, let's begin.
Bleeeeeep...
The flat line was inevitable. I looked at my younger brother. His head was wrapped in bandages. There were multiple wires stuck to several places across his body, tracking all of his vitals.
The nurse in the room tucked the blanket over my brother's lifeless corpse. "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Angeteur. I'll be back in a moment," the nurse said solemnly before leaving.
Mom burst into tears. Dad pulled her into his embrace, even though he was beginning to tear up slightly as well. I sat down, too shocked and regretful to even react. This was my fault. My parents being in tears was my fault. Aidan's death was my fault. I used his fear of Freddy Fazbear's gang to my advantage. And now, I would never see Aidan again.
He was nine, for Christ's sakes, I thought grimly.
A hand on my shoulder snapped me out of my thoughts. "Carter? You okay?" Dad asked. "I'm fine," I lied. Dad saw through my lie like a glass pane, but he went back to Mom anyways.
There wasn't much said over the rest of the night.
XxX
Aidan's funeral was three days after his death. And even though the funeral was two weeks ago as of now, I still remember everything as if it had just happened. The blood that spurted from Aidan's head as Golden Freddy's teeth clamped shut. The sound of his skull being crushed on impact. And the dead silence that fell over the pizzeria as it happened.
At last, enough was enough. Mom and Dad had left me home alone (hey, I'm thirteen, it's allowed) and they wouldn't be coming home for at least an hour. So I went to the bathroom and searched in the medicine cabinet until I found the correct bottle. The bottle of sleeping pills. I checked inside and saw maybe twenty pills still in there. Perfect. I filled up a glass with tap water.
"I know I deserve this. I deserve to go in the same painful way as Aidan, though, but this is good enough." Then, I proceeded to take every last pill about four at a time. After the bottle and the glass were empty, the sleepiness began to take over my system. Soon, my legs gave way. The world began to fade to black.
I'm coming to join you, Aidan Angeteur, I thought. Even my thoughts began to shut down and become fuzzy. But we're probably gonna wind up in two different places.
And that was the last thought I had before I knew that I had died.
***Alright, explanation time. I know that the Crying Child and his brother don't have names or ages even mentioned. I just did that to make things a little easier. Besides, who would call their brother the Crying Child? Anyways, I've got to go. Today is actually my mom's birthday. So, I'm off. Please tell me how I did with my first FNAF fanfiction (probably bad) in your review. Bye!