They sat in the lobby, anxiously waiting for news about their friend Andy who was severely injured from his encounter. They were thankful that help came in time, but they knew that they were still not safe.

Peter stood up, "What the hell just happened back there?" He said, looking at Kyle.

The teen lifted his head and looked back, "I don't know, Peter." He replied flatly.

"This is seriously fucked up, dude." He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. He then took a deep breath and slumped back down beside the two.

"We shouldn't have done that..." Kyle mumbled, "Eric and Andy do not deserve any of this." He cleared his throat, fingers tapping against the leather of the sofa. His vision became hazy, the

"We just can't sit here, we gotta do something." Dan said, "We can't just let this thing that's haunting our dreams kill us!"

Kyle turned his head to Dan, "How? With all the things happening right now, I..." He buried his face in his hands, his thoughts still trying to piece together the past events. He felt confused, angry, depressed, and afraid. He sniffed, fear getting the best of him, "I... I don't know what's real or what's not anymore."

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Am I really going crazy? Are we really going crazy?" Kyle asked.

Peter and Dan remained speechless, not knowing what to think or what to say.

"Kyle Afton?" A woman asked, startling the three teens. He looked up and two people were looking down at him, a man and a woman. The woman was in her early twenties, had bright brown eyes that looked very intimidating, she was wearing a pink blouse and black pants complete with black two inch heels. The man, who was behind her, looked almost the same age as her. He was in a white button-up shirt and black pants, and holding a pen and a note pad ready to write down notes.

"Yes?" Kyle replied firmly.

"I'm Detective Linda Howard and he's Detective Brian Weaver, we were assigned to investigate the incidents that's been happening lately, both what happened to your brother Eric and your friend Andy." The woman said.

The teen's heart sank hearing his brother's name, he slowly frowned.

"I'm so sorry for bringing it up, Mr. Afton, but somehow this case is rather odd."

Detective Weaver looked back on his previous notes, "You said that Andy was 'thrown by an unseen force around the hall'? He read, slightly intrigued.

"Yes." Kyle replied, raising an eyebrow. "You don't think we made that up, do you?"

"I'm trying to put the pieces together, son." Howard said, fixing strands of her hair behind her ear, "You three and your friend Andy were at diner when your brother was injured, right? And you caused it, am I correct?"

Kyle nodded, "Are you saying that we did it? That we tried to kill Andy?!" He tried not to yell.

"I am making a theory, Mr. Afton, and it so happens that Andy was allegedly 'attacked' by the 'unseen' force in the same place where the accident happened a few days ago."

"What we're saying is what we saw." Dan interrupted, "We would never hurt Andy."

"What happened to Eric was an accident, we didn't mean any of it." Peter cut in.

In Kyle's mind, he felt like he was gonna lose his sanity, torn between reality, unable to think straight, unable to do anything to undo all the mistakes they've done.

He was helpless.

"Look, I'm not trying to be the bad guy here," Linda cleared her throat, "I'm just trying to help."

"HELP?! HOW?! By accusing us?!" Kyle snarled. He shot up from his seat when his head suddenly throbbed with pain, like something stabbed the back of his head. He felt dizzy, his vision dimmed and he collapsed back on the sofa.

"Kyle!" Peter and Dan exclaimed, catching their friend and helping him maintain his balance.

"I'm fine, I just need to rest" Kyle murmured, slowly standing up again.

"Are you alright, son? I'm sorry for being too much straightforward, I just needed some answers." Linda halfheartedly apologized.

He glared at the detective, "We'll talk about this tomorrow. Right now, I gotta see my brother." He sighed, still with his hand rubbing his aching head.

The detective half smiled and nodded in agreement. They turned around and left the three, walking out of the lobby and out the main door to their cars.

"I'm gonna go and see Eric to see how he's doing." Kyle rubbed his head, "I'll be back in a bit." He stood up and slowly walked away from his friends, making small steps feeling really tired.

"Kyle!" Peter called.

He turned around to look at the two.

"Don't fall asleep."

Then chills ran down his spine.


The teen went through the hospital corridors with his head bowed down, only looking at the floor as he made his way to his brother's room. Kyle knocked on the door, taking a deep breath and mustering courage to see his brother lying motionless on his bed, a sight that would always break his heart.

"Come in." He heard his father's voice from the other side.

He slowly pushed the door open, spotting his father first who was lying down on the spare bed. He heard the beeping once again, the sound that would give him goosebumps. Then he saw his mother sitting on a chair beside the bed where his brother lay.

Kyle's eyes began to water, and it took all his strength not to break down and cry then and there.

Eric was still in the same way since he last saw him, lying motionless and unresponsive.

"How is he?" Kyle's voice cracked, sniffing.

"The doctor's worried," His mother replied, she began so weep again, "-he says that Eric's slowly letting go."

It felt like his world ended.

"No... no... Please God no..." He approached his brother's bedside opposite his mother and sat on a chair there, he held Eric's hand that was cold and stiff, "Eric, please don't let go," he wept, letting his tears flow, "Please don't leave me. I'm sorry... I'm sorry." He buried his face on the mattress and wailed.

He shut his eyes, praying that the worst would not happen.

Then images in his head flashed again, the next thing he knew was that he was standing in a hallway, the same hallway he had in his previous dream. He heard screams and yells echoing about, and the gurgled laughs of Fredbear and Foxy.

"Help me! Somebody please help me!" He heard someone cry for help. It was a child's voice, a boy in particular.

"ERIC?!" Kyle yelled and began searching for the sound.

"Who's there?" The kid replied, "K-Kyle?"

"Eric where are you?!" He said, unable to contain the joy of hearing his brother's voice once again, "I-I'm coming to get you! Where are you?"

"Right behind you." The reply turned into a deep and sinister voice.

Kyle gasped and heard an ear-splitting noise from behind, a sounded like a metal being dragged against metal. He spun on the spot and saw the nightmarish Foxy running his sharp hook against the wall.

"You shouldn't always believe what you hear, Kyle." Foxy said.

"LEAVE US ALONE!" The teen bellowed.

"Leave you alone? My, we're just getting started!" Foxy suddenly sprinted towards Kyle, its hook grazing the wall and creating bright sparks while its heavy footsteps clanking against the floor.

Kyle ran as fast as he could, his heart pumping rapidly trying to match his pace. He screamed, running into the darkness trying his best not to stop as the rapid footsteps grew louder. Cold sweat ran down Kyle's face, he closed his eyes, screaming at the top of his lungs hoping that he'd escape the clutches of the raging animatronic.

Foxy laughed as it gained on him, raising its hook to grab onto his shirt.

The teen dodged the slash, resulting in the creature to become disoriented and lose its pace. In this sudden turn of events, Kyle pushed himself to go faster and eventually outran it.

Foxy's yells of anger slowly faded as the distance grew farther, but Kyle knew that it was far from over.

Kyle stopped, catching his breath and exhausted when a beam of light illuminated in the darkness, shining at him like a flashlight. He ran for it and realized that it was indeed a flashlight, it was shone through a small crack between a white door. He immediately recognized it.

Eric's room. There's someone in there.

The flashlight then switched off followed by footsteps running away from the door. He ran for it and was able to catch a glimpse of the person inside.

It was his brother.

Eric sat on the edge of the bed holding the flashlight, the beam of light shining on the ceiling. He looked fragile and afraid, a sight that made Kyle feel even more guilt-ridden. He kept on running, but to his dismay, the door never grew closer, it felt like he's running in place.

"ERIC!" He screamed. The kid looked back through the crack of the door. "ERIC! IT'S KYLE!"

"Kyle?" The kid replied, "Help me! I'm trapped!"

"Don't worry, I'm here!" Tears began to trickle down their faces. However, no matter how hard he tried, Kyle never moved.

"It's scary here, Kyle." Eric trembled.

The older brother cried, he could not get near him. But he kept forcing himself to run, and to his surprise, he was moving now, the door grew bigger. He was filled with excitement, reaching out a hand to grab the door. "I'm coming, Eric!"

He barged inside, Eric was nowhere to be found. Instead, he saw Bonnie sitting on the ground playing with a small doll, laughing innocently while using its razor sharp fingers tearing through the stitches on the body of the doll then ripping the stuffing out.

Bonnie suddenly stopped and looked at Kyle, its bright purple eyes blinking, "Andy's fun to play with."

"NO!" Kyle screamed, bolting awake from his sleep and running outside where he saw ensuing chaos in the halls.

The nurses were running towards Andy's room.

"Oh God, NO!" Kyle ran with the nurses and met his friends who were rushing to his aid. They stormed in Andy's room where they saw him thrashing on his bed as the stitches on his chest began bleeding heavily, staining his white hospital gown in crimson.

"HELP!" Andy spouted blood from his mouth, flailing his arms fighting an unseen foe. "SOMEONE PLEASE!" his thrashing sprayed blood on the walls, on the people, everywhere.

"QUICK! WE'RE LOSING HIM!" The doctor exclaimed, they gathered around the struggling teen trying to hold him down and prevent him from causing more damages to his wounds.

The three friends froze in shock while the doctors were doing their best to revive their friend. The screams echoed through their ears, they were watching Andy bleeding out, and the doctors' attempts in saving him were proving futile.

Then everything fell silent, except the flatline coming from the heart monitor.

Andy was dead.