Evan rushed to the side doors. It took everything he had to prevent himself from whaling whenever they came close. The surrounding darkness and pressure was too much for the ten year old boy. He stood next to the door trembling as he listened for the monster's breaths. After a few minutes had passed he continued on to the bed. He was knocked under his feet when he saw multiple Freddles gathered along the bed. The frightened boy shone the flashlight onto the beast and they scavenged away. Evan then ran over to the clock to check the time.
4:48AM
He wiped at the sight. It was all too much at once. He went over and checked the other door for any signs of that imposter that dared to wear the face of Bonnie. But thankfully for the small boy there seemed to be no signs of him. This was interrupted however, by the sounds coming from the closest. Evan screamed and cried for this to stop. He wanted his Mother, his Father, he would even take Micheal or- Liz.
Evan fell to his knees and wailed as the sounds grew louder and louder. He then slowly walks to the closet to close the door.
The nightmare Foxy jumped out at it's prey.
Evan quickly woke up crying and shaking. He looked to the clock and saw what it displayed.
1:37AM
Evan didn't want to sleep. He never wants to return to that Nightmare world with horrifying monsters but what choice does he even have? He can't sleep forever, no matter how much he wants to sometimes. He sometimes struggles to think about what's worst, the land of scary monsters, or the world of scary brothers, fathers, and no mother or-
Evan felt sick again. Father wouldn't like to see me sick, he thought. He turned over to his best friend Fredbear.
"Having trouble sleeping again, Evan?"
Evan nods his head.
"Well, if you're having trouble sleeping, try counting sheep! That always helped Micheal when he had nightmares."
Evan dried his tears. "R-really?"
"Really Really!"
Evan laughed at his friends joke, but he still wasn't ready to go back to sleep just yet.
"You can also play with your toys if you want!"
"B-but… wouldn't Father be mad at me?"
"Don't be scared Evan!"
"But what if he screams at me again? What if he... he…-" Evan began to tear up again
"Don't be scared Evan!"
"But...Father...he…-" Tear drops continue to leak from his eyes, like raging river currents trying to drown a man.
Don't be scared Evan!"
"He...I…" He began to break down into a mess of sobs.
" Don't be scared Evan! Don't be scared Evan! Don't be scared Evan! Don't-"
Evan continued his crying. But even so, father told him to stay optimistic. After all,
Tomorrow is another day...
Evan slowly got up from the floor. He was surrounded by the plushies of all his friends. He checked the clock again to see what time it was.
6:15AM
Evan panicked as he quickly put all his toys away and rushed downstairs to get ready for the school day. Michael was waiting in the kitchen as he made breakfast for the two of them.
"Morning twat."
"Morning Mikey…"
Michael glared at his younger brother "I thought I told you to stop calling me that."
The boy lowers his head down "..." The younger boy stayed silent as his older sibling cooked a meal for the two of them. The two sat down and had a small conversation.
"Alright twat, me and Jeremy Fizgerald are going to see a movie. So don't expect me to pick you up today. And if you better not try anything to ruin this, got it?"
"Yes Michael…" The two began to eat together.
"Dad's not gonna be home tonight ether, and don't tell him that I'm at the movies, or I'll make you fucking suffer tonight." Evan nodded as he finished up his plate and went out to school.
"Joseph had 8 apples, he gave 3 of them to Chris, Chris then gave 1 apple to Michael, how many apples does Chris have now?"
Evan raised his hand. He knew the answer was 2 thanks to his father helping him out with questions similar to this. But the teacher pointed to another classmate instead to answer it.
"The answers 2!"
"Great job Emily! Now you can have this next question Evan. Elizabeth had 9 scoops of ice...cream?" Evan was already beginning to cry. He didn't want to answer that.
"Isn't that your sister's name?" one student asked
"I heard she disappeared recently!" Another student remarked.
"I heard she ran aross the road and got hit by a car!"
"Alright class, lets settle down-"
"I heard she got shot to death!"
"I heard she was stabbed by a psychopath!"
"I heard she was abducted by aliens!"
"I heard she was eaten by a monster-"
" SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Evan cried out.
The teacher pointed towards him. "Don't get hysterical now Evan Afton. Keep this up and your going in the back. Now everyone else quiets it down with this nonsense!"
Evan tried to refocus on the question. If Liz had 9 scoops of ice cream and ate 4, then how many would she have left? The question was asked but he couldn't bring himself to answer it. He continued to sit there as he cried. After a few minutes the teacher placed him in the back of the room and the rest of the classroom laughed at him.
"Are you two ready for this new James Bond movie?"
"Oh, hell yeah! Thanks for letting me bring Michael with us."
Michael sat in the back awkwardly as Jeremy talked with his dad about where they would be sitting.
"Come on! Why don't you want to sit with your old man?"
"Dad, there's nothing wrong with you. It's just... we need some alone time."
" Ooooohhh. Gotcha. Well, make sure you save special times when the lights are down. Best to avoid rude comments from those who aren't into lovebirds if you catch my drift." Michael was caught off guard by the comments as Jermeys dad went into the theater to get the tickets.
"Don't worry, dads chill about it."
"Diffidently dealing with this a lot better than father did…"
"Hey, todays gonna be great! Let's stop worrying about that shit at home and enjoy Never Say Never Again, alright?"
"Hmph, alright then." Michael could only hope that what Jermeys saying is true. But he does get this stuff right most of the time, so he tried to stay positive as they walked in.
It was now recess time as students began running around the playground. They slid down slides, swung on the swingset and monkey bars, and played games. Evan hid under one of the playsets, hoping to not get seen after what happened earlier. Why was the question so spastfic? Why did they choose Elizabeth that name? Why, why, why, why.
"Hey! I think I found him!"
"You suck at hide and seek!"
"Come on out already!? We don't bite."
He wanted to scream, to run away, maybe keep running until he was far away from here. But he can't. Michael would get mad, father would get mad. He doesn't want either of them to get mad at him again.
"Found yah!" one student ran up to Evan.
"Why're you hiding?"
"Is he scared?"
Evan was quickly surrounded by the other students. They quickly began to unload countless questions.
"Are you a vampire? I don't see you play a lot anymore?"
"Are you a zombie?"
"Why do you cry so much?"
"Does your daddy work at Freddy's? My brother works there and said it's really fun?"
"Who's your favorite character?"
"Leave me alone!" Evan shouted.
"Why are you so grumpy?"
"Tell us something! Please?! Pretty please!?"
One of the kids pulled out one of his toys that he hid in his pocket. "He has Spring Bonnie!"
The kids gasped in awe. They went up to the toy and worshiped it like some sort of god.
"How did you get this?"
"This is like… a million, bizalion, katrillion faz tickets!"
"Give it back!" Evan cried out. Why is everyone so mean to him!? Why is everyone such a bully?! Why won't they leave him alone?!
"No! Finders keepers losers weepers!" The kid who stole the Spring Bonnie toy ran off. Evan ran after them in hot pursuit.
"Ha ha! You can't get me!" Evan looked down and saw a big rock. He picked it up and threw it at the kid.
"Ow! That hurt!" Evan went up and picked up the toy, but he was still angry. He puts the toy in his pocket and looks at the thief. It wasn't fair it wasn't fair it wasn't fair. None of this was fair!
The kid tried to take the toy back and Evan, in a moment of desperation, hit them in the face. The kid fell down to the ground and cried.
"What is going on!" One of the staff members came out to investigate what was happening.
"He stole my toy!" The kid said as he pointed at Evan. The staff member went over and ripped it out of his pocket.
"What's you name kid?"
"E-Evan… Afton."
"Hmph. and yours?"
"Cassidy." The other child responded. He gave the toy to Cassidy and sent Evan down to the school's office as Cassidy blew a raspberry at him, giving a mischievous chuckle as he got away with the new toy.
Jeremy and Michael made it fairly far into the movie. They were currently on the scene where Bond is going to finish off Blush using a pen gun given to him by Q. But there engagement was quickly interrupted by the sudden ringing of Michaels phone.
"Dude! I thought you shut that off?"
"I can't! ugh, bloody hell- I need to go. Be back in a few minutes."
"Okay dude."
Michael quickly exists the theater and opens his flip phone.
"Hello?"
"Where have you been, Michael."
"I've… been working."
"Working?"
"Yes. I finished cleaning the dishes and I'm going to clean the bathrooms like you said."
There was a loud explosive sound coming from the theater. Michael cursed under his breath as some sort of scene happened in the movie.
"If you are so busy then can you explain what I just herd?"
"It's… a s-scene from- the immortal and the restless!"
"I thought you grew out of that god awful soap opera?"
"At least it's better then one of your shitty FazCo movies!"
"Care to repeat that Michael?"
"...sorry sir…."
"Well, either way…. I got a call from hurricanes elementary school. Evan is currently in detention and I don't have the time to pick him up. Go there and bring him home."
"That's bullshit! It's not my fault that the little prick-"
"Michael, your picking him up or else."
Michael quickly shuts his trap before he enrages his father even more than he might have. He went back into the theater to talk to Jermey and get his stuff.
"Dad said the little twat got into detention."
"Damn, sucks dude."
"Yah, and if I don't 'pick him up right now' he's going to hang my ass on the wall."
"Oh come on! Can't you at least finish the movie?"
"NO!" Michael screamed.
"Woah, dude chill out. It's fine."
"It's not fine Jermey. I'm sick of having to deal with that little twat everyday because Father can't even bother to pay for a fucking babysitter!"
"Alright, alright. Just don't try anything stupid like that time you almost got us all in trouble for 'trying to feed Fredbear' got that?"
"Ugh, fine."
Evan stood alone in the office, waiting for Michael to come and pick him up. It's not fair, why do the bullies always win? Aren't heroes supposed to triumph over them?
"Maybe you aren't trying hard enough?" Evan jumped in his seat and looked around, but there was no one there.
"Psst! Down here." He looked under the desk to see Fredbear, hiding in the shadows.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to help, obviously!"
Evan accepted the explanation and made sure to pay attention to what he had to say.
"Bullys can be hard to deal with sometimes. Take it from the guy who's around Foxy all the time. He may be a fox, but he sure is un- bear- ible!"
Evan chuckled at the little pun and was feeling much better now.
"Now here's an idea that can help you out! The next time you're dealing with a bully, try to fight back!"
"B-b-but… in school they always tell you to tale to the teachers and-"
"Is the school right Evan? Has that ever actually worked for you?"
"...no…"
"Of course it doesn't work! Everybody knows that it doesn't work! Did you know that your old man was in a situation just like this?"
"He was?"
"Oh boy! You haven't heard this one?" Evan gave a little nod. And Fredbear began to tell his story.
"A really, really, long time ago, your dad had some really mean neighbours."
"What did they do?"
"They had a pet dog. Your father never liked dogs, they were scary. Your dad decided to find his own way to get rid of the dog."
"And how did he do that?"
"He told the police a story about the dog. When the police heard this story, they were just as scared as he was about this dog! The police then took the dog away, and everything was finally happy."
"Where did the dog go?"
"Heaven."
"Why?"
"..."
"Was...the story real?"
"Who cares if the story is real?"
"I wanna know…"
"It doesn't matter if it's real or not. All you have to do is believe in magic."
"M-magic?"
"..."
"Fredbear?"
"..."
"What do you mean?"
"..."
"What does magic have to do with this?"
"..."
There was a knock on the door as a staff member came in to get Evan. "Mr Afton, your brother is waiting for you outside."
"What did I tell you? WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU!"
"I-i-i-i'm sorry-I"
"Shut it!' Michael thrusts his knee into Evan. Evan rolls on the ground in pain. Michael then proceeds to kick him several times before picking him back up. He proceeds to drag him home.
"Congratulations twat, you ruined my movie night with Jermey. I can assure you that Foxy's very mad tonight. Better be careful, before he eats you alive."
Evan whimpers as the two walk home, the two run into Jermey, who just left the theater.
"Yo! Michael! 'Bout time I found yah."
"Oh, sup Jermey. How was the rest of the movie?"
"It was good. I'll tell you about it later."
"Alright, let me just get this little shithead home first."
"Sounds good."
Michael checked behind him and saw Evan crying while this other kid was taking photos. Jeremy walked over, interested in this recent development.
" Your brothers a f-ag, your brother a f-ag" Cassidy sang in a singsong voice as Evan cried.
Jermey immediately took interest and brought Michael over.
"Smile for the camera!" Cassidy remarked as he took a photo of the two teens, who were giving him a smirk as they walked over. Michael picked Cassidy up and threw the cammeria to the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It looks like you dropped something." Michael remarked.
"Yeah, here. Let me pick it up-woops!" Jermey said as he stomped on it.
"And there goes your cammeria. So, were you trying to say something ?" Michael added as Cassidy began kicking at him weakly.
"Put me down! Put me down or I'm gonna tell everyone that-"
"That what? That you pissed yourself after we beat the shit out of you?" Jermey cracked his knuckles as Michael threw him to the ground. The two began to beat the boy black and blue until their was a snapping sound.
"Oh shit, I think I broke a rib." Jermey remarked.
" Nice." Michael complemented. Jermey went down and checked, only to find a broken Spring Bonnie toy. When Michael saw this the gears in his head began to turn. The lady at the desk told him he was in detention for some shit about stealing toys, but now that he thought about it, it just didn't add up. Their drunken excuse of a father is the cofounder of Freddys, and Evan is too much of a pussy to even attempt something like this. Michael came to the conclusion that this kid most likely duped all of them for some shitty toy.
He walked over to Evan and picked him up. "Change of plans, Foxys not coming out tonight."
Evan sat at the table as he waited for Michael to finish cooking dinner. It was growing late with the sky changing from the warm pastels of a sunset to the inky darkness of night. Evan played around with his fork as he looked to the side of him to find Fredbear, eager to engage with Evan as always.
"Have you tried fighting back yet?"
"No…"
"Awww… why not?"
"Because it would make them madder."
"Your father wouldn't mind it."
"Yes he would."
"No he won't. Your dad loves you!"
"...It doesn't feel like he does anymore…" When was the last time his father stayed home? It's been months since Liz-
"Your dad loves you! He loves you more than anyone! More than Michael, more than Elizabeth, more than his wife. He worships you!"
Evan paused. "Www-what?"
"Your dad loves you so much! You're just like him, and that makes him love you more! He knows what you're capable of Evan! He just wants the best out of you."
Evan was finding all of this hard to believe. Father said that he loved all of them, Fredbear had to be joking...right? "Y-your lying."
"It's true!"
"Da- Father said that he loved us all equally and-"
"He was lying! But don't feel bad, it's just a little white lie. Besides, nobody's feelings are hurt by that lie, right?"
Evan was speechless.
"Therefore, it doesn't matter!" Fredbear announced enthusiastically.
"T-then why me?"
"I already told you that! Your just like your old man! Extremely intelligent, strong willed, and a fire in your heart."
"A..w-what?"
"A deep desire! A deep anger! A deep passion and dedication! The only thing you need now is proper motivation and you'll be the best!"
"W-what motivation!"
"Fight back Evan… fight back against your bullies.."
"Here's your dinner twat. Sorry 'bout the beating earlier… Now eat up and go to bed before Father comes home…"
Evan looked down at the plate full of food.
"Fight back Evan…" Fredbear whispered into his ear.
"But he's being nice!"
"He won't forever."
"I don't want to make him mad!"
"He'll just get mad on his own, and you'll get hurt again."
"But he's a good person!"
"He hurts you. He breaks you everyday. He tortures you. Fight back Evan…"
Evan thought long and hard about what to do next. Fredbear was right, Michael never does stay nice, and he does hurt him a lot too, but does he need to be stopped.
"Remember that other child? Remember how he beated them?" Fredbear whispered.
Evan recalled the beaten body of the kid from earlier. He stole from him, and he deserved it. But he was just a kid, but he deserved it. But Michael did it, he fought back, he fought back for him. But it was Michael, not him. It doesn't make sense.
"Fight back Evan…"
Evan recalled other times where Fredbear was helpful. He was their when he needed him, he was there when he cried, he was there to save him when Michael tried to feed him to a monster. He made his decision. He looked on to see his father coming in the drive way. Evan smashed the dinner plate and ran upstairs.
"What the hell was- WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!" Michael was screaming at him, but he was already upstairs and locked into his room.
"GET BACK HERE! IF YOU DON'T THEN DADS GOING TO...to...t-to…" Michael began to pause as he glanced at the broken plate. He then looked on to the driveway, where his father's car was parked. Michael dropped to his knees, preparing for what was coming next.
William Afton was a man of many talents, he thought to himself. Whatever he took interest in, he was a master of. Entertainment, marketing, robotics, acting, child psychology, biology, biography, law, and criminology. He was able to get away with whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. That was simply what god had planned for him, or so it seems. He entered the driveway and began to enter his humble home. He walked up to the door, all the while trying to wipe the smirk off his face. Besides, he isn't sure if he gaied effective results yet. He unlocked the door to see his older failure of a son desperately trying to clean a broken plate. He put on a serious face and asked his older son. "What did you do?"
"I-I didn't do anything! Evan, he just- threw the fucking thing!" William smiled internally at the news, but there was much more work to do.
"First, you fought me when Evan was in trouble and you did nothing to help him, and now you're blaming him for your problems?"
"I didn't do it!"
William began to reach for his belt. A shame, really. He usually preferred sharper weapons, but it is necessary for bigger things in the future. Michael slowly backed into the wall like one of the rats in his workplace. He began whipping at him with a harsh slap to the left and then to the right. He continues to swing the belt back and forth rapidly, like an artist filling in wasted space. He made a brief pause and looked towards the staircase.
"S-ss-stop...no more…. Please…." How shameful. He was hoping to see Evan giving a little peak. But he supposed it will take some time for the little boy to realise the true beauty of this sort of craft. But he knew it the second he was born into this world, he was just like him. He'll fall in love with this soon enough. He continued along, shaping his masterpiece in the way he saw fit.
William went up to his son. The son that mattered, the son that wasn't a complete failure to him and an insult to all that he's achieved over his life. The son that will be perfect to inherit his family tradition.
"Hello Evan."
Evan sat on the bed alone and scared. William knew this was his time to play his role.
"Can you tell me what happened at school today?"
"...someone took something from me…"
William put his hand over his son's shoulder and gave him a tight hug. "It'll be okay Evan…"
"I tried to tell the teachers, I tried to be nice but they wouldn't listen and-"
"It's fine Evan. I know how hard it can be to deal with bullies too. Do you want to know something?"
"Hm?"
"The best way to deal with bullies is to fight back . Have I told you this to you before?"
"...no.."
"Well, just know that it's one of the most important things to know whenever your dealing with bullies. Now, I'm going to work soon, so just stay in here for the rest of the night and try to get some good rest, okay?"
"...y-yes, father…"
William left Michael to his room as he went back out for 'work reasons' as he puts it. Michael made the assumption that he was going out to the bar again and will come back as an even worse, more drunken asshole. But none of this compared to the rage he felt towards Evan at the moment. The little shit did this on purpose, he did this on fucking purpuse! He was going to make him suffer for that. He climbed up the stairs in a limp, no thanks to father's beating. He slowly got out his Foxy mask, but paused for a moment. He should probably give a quick call to Jermey. The last time he forgot to keep him up to date he freaked out and spammed text at him for an entire day thinking that he died. He opened up his phone and began texting.
: The little twat is going to die today.
:What did he do this time?
:He broke a plate.
:wtf
:that's not all, he did it when my father drove in.
:WTF!
:I'm gonna kill him.
:Screw it. Let me help.
:WTF no! If father figures this out he's going to kill us both
:He's prob planning on doing it anyways cuz ya know
:Oh right. Meet me outside K
:K
Evan was hiding in his bed, shaking like a leff as he had time to reflect on his actions.
"See? I knew you could do it! See how much better it was to fight back?"
On one hand he wanted to deny everything that Fredbear was telling him. On the other one, he was extremely frightened because it did feel good. It felt great to see Michael get some just desserts after all the scares and marks he left on him. But what he did wasn't good. He lied and got him hurt, but somehow he felt happy about it, and that scares him.
Evans' thoughts were interrupted by loud banging on the door. "Open the FUCKING DOOR EVAN!"
Evan was startled and quickly ran up to the door and tried to keep it locked. The banging continued on for several minutes.
"Come on Evan! Your old pal Foxy wants to show you his RRRRRRRIght hook!" Michael said in one of the worst pirate impressions Evans ever heard. Eventually the banging stopped, but that didn't stop Evan from covering the door as the night continued on.
Michael was extremely pissed. Not only does this brat makes father give him a beating, but now he's hiding in his room like a fucking coward. He went outside and went over to Jermey who brought a Freddy mask over.
"I heard your screaming from outside. And by the way, the pun was fucking awful."
"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad."
"Yah know, I'm starting to see who inherited your fathers humor-"
"Shut up!" Michael blushed as he gave a little shove towards Jeremy. Jeremy then proceeds to show Michael a ladder. He smiles as they set it up towards Evans window. Once it was all settled up Michael climbed up with Jermey and they let out a fierce cry. Evan screamed as they got a hold of him.
Evan found himself in the room again. It was darker tonight, not even the moon gave off a source of light due to dark clouds covering it. He picked up the flashlight and began to look around. He began to hear laughter as he looked around the room. Evan looked around as the laughter grew hysterical. It was never bad before, why is it this bad now? He looked to the left door, nothing. He looked over to the right door, still nothing. Turned around and saw his bed, there was still nothing. He went up to the closet and there was still nothing. He looked around dreadfully wondering where Fredbear was and he heard breathing coming from above. He hesitantly shined his flashlight to the ceiling and saw Fredbear clinging to it. Fredbear dropped down and tore Evan limb by limb.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakery!"
Evan slowly woke up and saw the real Fredbear. He struggled to move due to the amount of pain he was in by freshly made wounds.
"It looks like you aren't fighting back hard enough!"
"They beat me up because I fought back!"
"If that's the case, why don't you try harder?"
"What do you mean by 'harder' Fredbear?"
"I'm suggesting a more… permanent solution. "
"W-what would th-that b-be?"
"Killing him, duh." Fredbear said with the same enthusiasm as ever.
Evan was appalled by Fredbears statement. Is he really telling him to murder Michael?
"There's a hunting knife in one of your fathers drawers, and the key to it is under the pillow."
"B-b-but, that'll get me in trouble! An-"
"No it won't!"
"YES IT WILL! It's murder! It's wrong! It's evil! It's-It's-"
"Perfectly fine Evan."
"Murder is afwul!"
"No it's not."
"Yes it is!"
"Why?"
"Because...because…" Evan never even gave it much thought before. He tried to quickly tell Fredbear but he completely dismissed him before he had the chance.
"It's not wrong Evan. Everybody might say that it's wrong but all the REAL smart people know the truth. Everyone dies eventually anyways! So what if Michael's life ends a little early? He was a bad person anyways!"
Evan didn't know how to respond. He can't be right, but he's helped him so much and he seems to always be right about everything he talks about. But this can't be right, it won't be right.
"Do you remember the alligator that ate Foxy in the movie?"
Evan paused for a moment. "Y-yah?"
"Do you remember what happened to him?"
"He was… rewarded. And you used your Fazbear amulite to turn him into Molly, and he became one of the main characters for a while!"
"Yepperu! And all of that happened because he ate Foxy! Now is that murder?"
"I...well...kinda…"
"You see? There's nothing wrong with killing bullies. So? Do you want to live in his shadow for your entire life as a shivling, pathetic child? Or do you want to become a strong, confident man just like your father?"
"I don't want to kill anyone!"
"Why can't you get it through that thick skull? Michaels the bad guy here. Are you just gonna let the bad guy bully people forever?"
"I-i didn't say that-I"
"Then why are you still defending him? He's an awful kid who deserves massive punishments and you're such an innocent angel! Why won't you listen to me? Aren't we supposed to be friends?"
"We are! It's just- Michael is- I-i-i-... I don't think you're all that right about this…"
"..."
"Fredbear?"
"..."
"Fredbear…"
"..."
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"..."
"Fredbear please, say something!"
"..."
"...I wasn't trying to be mean…"
"..."
"..."
"..."
". . ."
"..."
"...come back…"
"..."
"I wanna be friends."
"..."
"Please…"
"..."
The silence went on for such a long time. Several minutes passed without a word from Fredbear. He was going to lose his only friend, wasn't he? He should of listened the first time, he should of just listen and now he's to lose his only friend in this whole world because he's too stupid to see how stupid he was being.
"Come back…"
"..."
"...I'll...I'll do it."
"..."
"I'll… I'll kill Michael…"
"..."
"I-I-I said I'll do it Fredbear! Please! I'll do it! I'll do it a million times if I have to! Just come back please!"
"Then you better start moving, Evan."
Michael laid asleep. It was dark outside, no more signs of light shining as Evan walked in, knife in hand, just as Fredbear instructed. He slowly walked up to the bed, right next to his brother. He stood there in the silent darkness. The only sound was that of his breathing.
"Place the knife above his stomach and then move it down to the right a little." Fredbear instructed. Evan listened to his best friend and did what he was told to do.
Evan shut his eyes tightly as he held it up.
"Keep your posture straight. Don't take those eyes off of him for a moment." Evan once again did as Fredbear was told.
He kept the knife in a straight position and looked on at his brother. The one who bullied him for so long, the one who would constantly scare him, the one who protected him whenever he needed it. His breaths came out short and his muscles tensioned.
"Remember Evan, deep breaths."
Evan took a deep breath in and out. He paused for a moment, before plunging the blade into Michael's chest.
Michael immediately woke up to the pain. Fredbear instructed Evan to keep going. Michael looked on to see his blood, staining the once clean sheets on his bed and screamed. Evan ignored it as best as he could and delivered another tight stab into his brother. Michael screamed again and looked over to his side, seeing his once timid and reserved sibling now wielding a hunting knife as he delivered yet another stab into him. Michael was shocked and frightened, he couldn't tell if this was some sort of nightmare or something else, this couldn't be real, right? His hope was crushed as Evan stabbed into him again.
Michael's shock began to wear thin as his fight or flight response started to kick in, and he's always been a fighter. He tried to get up and hit Evan away, but was halted by the wind in his stomach. His next action was flight, which was useless due to his Father's beatings from earlier. Yet he tried anything to reach Evan, but it was no use. Evan kept stabbing and stabbing until Michaels body started to fall limb. But this didn't stop Evan, he somehow found himself continuously stabbing into the body. He didn't even understand why he was doing this, but he simply couldn't stop. He had to keep going, to keep going so nothing bad happened. So he continued to stab on and on...
William arrived extra early in the morning. He found himself in a much cheerier mood than usual. Perhaps it was the feeling of a long and hard project finally being completed, or so William told himself. He went up to the driveway and looked upon his little shack of a home. He looked towards his 'walkie talkie' as the kids call them these days and shoved it away. He knew it was only a matter of time before Evan gave in to his suggestions, but he didn't get the chance to save any camera footage for one, it's incriminating evidence towards the both of them and two, he wanted to feel the pleasure of seeing his son in action only as himself and not a cartoon character.
He walked in his older son's room to find Evan along with his first prey. It was a good first attempt, he thought to himself. One glance and he could already see 33 stab wounds in the stomach, 3 in the neck, and 2 on his arms and legs. It was magnificent to William. But Evan wasn't handling the situation that well. He was shaking and crying hysterically as he laid in the pool of the desticed Michael Afton. William went over and got a cleanse for his son and wiped off his face as he gave a gentle hug and his loving embrace.
"I always knew you were just like me."