I sat there in my room, listening to my parents fighting. One seemed to be about Terrance, while the other seemed to be on about me. I don't remember what had happened, but I had been told Terrance had almost killed me, and now Terrance does everything he can to avoid me now, seeming to prove that. Since it was too loud in my room, I wanted to go see Terrance, so I got up off my bed and headed to the door.
"Mikey? Where are you going?" Eli said from her side of the room, her lights all turned off.
"I'm going to go see Terrance," I replied, and before she could say anything, I walked out and headed over to Terrances room. I slowly brought my hand to knock on the door, and once I did, I heard some slow shifting of sheets and the unsteady sound of walking. The door knob turned, and the door slowly opened to reveal Terrance, looking like he hasn't done anything for a year, frail, tired, hungry, and had tear stains all along his cheeks. When he saw me, his eyes widened before he staryed closing the door. I quickly slipped into the room before he could close it on me and immediately jumped and removed his foxy mask from his head.
"None of this while I speak with you," I said, letting the mask rest in my hand and I brought it down to my side.
"W-why are you in here? D-didn't I tell you never to enter my room?" He said, but he didn't look menacing anymore, he just looked scared and sad. I walked towards him, in which he backed away. He wasn't quick enough though, because I grabbed his shirt and brought him down enough for me to give him a proper hug.
"I don't care, I don't care if you almost killed me, I don't care if you bullied me, I don't care. You are my brother, and I love you," I said, closing my eyes and tightening my grasp around him. He sat there in stunned silence, before I heard him start to weep. He wrapped his arms around me and starting crying into my shoulder, his entire body shaking. We stayed like this for a long time, even long after the yelling had stopped from our parents.
"I want to sleep with you big bro," I said, slowly pulling from the hug and meeting his eyes.
"Wh-... A-alright...," He said, making me smile.
"Yay!" I said, before running and jumping into his bed, almost loosing my Fredbear plush in the process, and he smiled and sat down with me. He pulled his blankets over so we could get in, and once we were comfy I pulled the blankets back over us.
"Goodnight big bro! I love you!" I said, inching closer to him.
"I love you too, and I'm so sorry for being a bad brother," he said, wrapping his arm around me.
"No, you just scare me a lot, you are not a bad brother because you are still nice to me," I insisted, burying my face close to his chest, smiling at the warmth. We stayed quiet the rest of the night, me taking longer to sleep. Occasionally I heard the door open, and mommy and daddy whisper arguing about whether to bring me back to my room or not, and always resulted in closing the door and leaving, until sometime at midnight they stopped coming, which was when I started to finally drift into a calm, warm sleep.