A Very Merry Unbirthday
"Wow, you're brother's kind of a baby, isn't he?"
"It's hilarious! Why don't we help him get a closer look? He'll love it!"
He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this. Crying? Was that it? He hadn't meant to, he just did. He always cried when he was scared.
"No! Please!"
"Come on guys, let's give the little man a lift!"
It didn't help that his sister had just disappeared. She was the only person who actually cared, who didn't torment him and listened. His parents were divorced, and his father constantly worked. Kyle hated him, and constantly terrorized him.
"He wants to get up close and personal!"
Tommy started crying even harder and shrieking as Kyle and his friends lifted him into the air, taking him towards the stage with those… terrible robots.
The teenager had a mask from their father's restaurant, Fredbear's, and he would constantly jump at and chase Tommy around their house. The little boy usually was locked in his room by the end of it, with nothing but his little Fredbear plush.
"No! I don't wanna go!"
"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer! Hahaha."
Annie almost always ended up letting him out, unless his father was home, of course. He rarely was home, though.
"Hey guys, I think he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!"
But none of that mattered now. Annie had been gone for a week when Kyle had done it.
"On three! One… Two… Three!"
Kyle and his friends had lifted Tommy up to the worst robot of them all, the actual Fredbear, despite the seven-year-old's pleas. And how had it ended up? With the robot biting down and taking a bite out of Tommy's brain.
"No! Let me go! I don't want to g-!"
CRUNCH
Afterwards, Tommy didn't know what was happening. He had woken up in his bedroom, except something wasn't… right. Everything was dark, an eerier dark, though night was always creepy to the brunette.
"Wh-what? T-TOMMY!"
"Holy f- What'd you do?!"
There was a flashlight sitting on his bed, and when Tommy checked his alarm clock, it read 12:00 am. Midnight on the dot. Standing up, the boy had started looking around, checking his closet, then the door on the left, then the door on the right. Nothing seemed to be wrong, so he had flopped back on his bed.
"What'd I do?! That was your fault!"
"My fault? You told us to do i-!"
It wasn't until 3:00 am did things start going wrong. Tommy had been walking back to his bed when he saw two beady little red eyes glaring at him. The little boy had whipped out the flashlight, flashing it at them, and he had enough time to see a bear about the size of his head, before it disappeared under the bed.
"What have you done?!"
"D-Dad?! I-I swear, I didn't-"
After that, everything was going wrong. When he went back to the left door, what had to be a ten foot robot ducked out of sight the moment he turned on the flashlight. The same happened at the left door.
"You killed him!"