Alex Pov

I gagged when I saw my little brother on the hospital bed, dried blood caked his bandages and I could see the IV and the Heart Monitor, tears welled up in my eyes as I realized what I had done. I killed him, I killed my baby brother. I talked to him, even though the doctors said there was nothing that could be done, I wanted to say goodbye.

"Can you hear me, I don't know if you can hear me, I'm sorry," and with that I just broke down crying on my brother, I didn't care, I just wanted to die.

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"Get up you little shit!" I said, "let's go!" as I grabbed Alex, and forced him to the exit.

"Now, I want to know why you did what you did?" I asked Alex once we got into my purple BMW.

"It was an accident, I swear!" Alex shouted.

"Don't you dare," I threatened as I menacingly pulled out a pocketknife. The gleam of the blade shone through his fear and I glimpsed his true terror, I was his father no more, I would be his demise.

"Dad, please," he said, "you don't need to do this."

"Oh, I very much do," I smiled back, "you took away my child, Max, the happiest child a father could ask for, and now you have the nerve to beg mercy, where was it when he was still alive, but I will give you a chance, take these keys, if you make it to Fredbear's in one piece, I won't kill you, if not, oh well then."

Alex immediately ran out the car door and tried to get into the hospital, when that happened, I shot the pavement right next to him barely missing, "wrong way."

Alex panicked. He ran and I followed, just trailing behind as he ran to Fredbear's, looking back every now and again. He was searching for me, shivering, as he ran. When he finally got there he put in the keys, but they didn't fit, he just stood there and cried. As soon as I got there, he looked at me and froze, then I pulled out my knife and stabbed him in the neck, instantly he fell and died. As I admired my handiwork, I looked into the window and saw Freddy staring at me, like he knew what I did, his stare convicting me of my morbid crime, I saw him holding a birthday cake in his hand, I saw children crying in the background, as he dropped the cake. I immediately ran right back to my car and drove straight home. I couldn't help but feel like Freddy knew what I did. I drove straight home, where Shaun was waiting for me.

"Hey dad," he said, trying to comfort me.

"Leave me alone, I'm tired," I replied.

"That's OK, dad, this whole thing has got me feeling pretty bad too. Foggy pulled out of the company today, he still has the rights to the pizzeria, but I don't think we should keep the old name, I think it's bad luck," he said.

"Well, how about Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?" I asked, "it has a nice ring to it, maybe I can get the rest of the animatronics to work," I suggested.

"Yeah, that works, I love you dad," Shaun smiled at me.

I felt sick, my smile quickly fading, "Is something wrong dad?" he asked.

"I, I need to sleep," I said shuddering, remembering what had happened.

"OK, well good night," he smiled.

"Good night son," I told him as I walked back upstairs and went to sleep.

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The dream

I was the Marionette, hiding in my box, crying, through my white mask, the tears dried and became purple, I wanted to yell but no words came out. I felt truly alone, as I looked around my box, I could hear the sweet, sweet music of My Grandfather's Clock, it helped me to relax, it helped me to think. I am Alex Malone, I am now a puppet, I laughed in my head, this had to be a joke, or something, the last thing I remember was being chased around town by the purple man, my father, after I had gotten my brother killed, by mistake. I should probably have been nicer to him, much, much nicer. I wanted to help him out, I wanted to apologize for I did, I was ready to turn my life around, but I never had the chance to tell him I'm sorry. I examined myself, I was dressed in black, all black, two shiny white buttons covered my chest, and I could see black and white pinstripes covering my arms and legs, my arms ending in what appeared to be claws, my feet looked like shoes. Growing up, I always liked the puppet, his pale face mirrored my outlook on life, his hands full of gifts whenever I visited the Prize Corner, that life was worth living if you knew how. I thought that, until my mom died, after that, dad pretty much ignored us, to busy with his work. I only bullied my brother because I was mad, I was mad that my father seemed to hate us, but I would find something to do to change that.

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