"...myfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfault.." was all Michael said, over and over again as he stared off into nothing fear frozen on his face.
"Michael...son please stop…" William had been trying for an hour to get his son to stop but those two words have been the only thing he'd say since Christopher was taken.
The two are now sitting in William's workshop room with William cradling his son in his lap as he tried to get him to stop but…
"...myfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfault…"
"WILLIAM! KIDS!" Clara burst through the door, fear written all over her face.
"WHAT HAPPENED?! ARE YOU OK?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! WHY IS MICHAEL UPSET?! WHERE ARE CHRISTOPHER AND ELIZABETH?! WHY ARE THERE'S POLICE-"
"Clara! Honey, calm down please." William had gotten up Michael still in his arm as he put the other over his wife's mouth.
She took a few deep breaths as she tried to calm down before removing her husband's hand.
"Sorry dear, sigh but no one will tell me anything, I just…" She went in to hug them
"Please just tell me what's going on here."
William bit his lip trying to hold back his tears…
"Elizabeth is with Hailey in Circus Baby's room I...I didn't want her to see this...at least until I can tell her myself…"
"W-what are you talking about? See what?" Clara asked slightly nervous
William was silent for a moment as the tears began to fall, that made Clara's fear rise.
"William what is going on?"
"..."
"William! Where is Christopher?!"
"...he's gone…"
…
Clara broke down in tears as William explained to her what happened or at least what he knew.
"I was in the playroom with Elizabeth looking for the boys...when Charlie came running in from the back screaming, 'help' 'kidnapping' and 'Chris'. Before I knew it I was running towards the backdoor and...sniff...sigh all I saw was Michael lying on the ground and a car driving away."
Michael shook in his arms as he began up again repeating those same two words over again.
Damnit! Not again! William started calmly running his back.
"Why does he keep saying that?" Clara asked fearfully as she caressed her son's hair.
"That's been the only thing he's said since it happened and neither I nor the detectives can get him to say anything else. One of them says that he's in shock and most likely won't say anything else...They've asked me if we could bring him down to the precinct tomorrow in hopes that he has calmed down enough to tell us what happened."
"Oh my poor baby." Clara pulled him out of his father's arms and cradled him on her own.
…
They had to stay and talk with the lead detective Morgan Burns about a few more things before being allowed to leave, got Elizabeth and headed home. Once they got home Clara put Michael straight to bed and stayed with him till he fell asleep as William explained to his daughter what had happened. She was understandably upset and cried but after some time calmed down and started to reassure her father.
"Don't worry Daddy everything's going to be ok. Christopher will come back home soon I'm sure of it. The police will find Chris and bring back home. I know they will." she wiped away his tears
"We just have to have faith Daddy and Chris will be back home in no time!"
God! This child is an angel sent from heaven!
William kissed her cheek
"Thank you sweet girl."
...In Michael's dream…
"H-hello?...Is anyone here and why is everything so dark?"
Michael looked around as he was in a room of complete nothingness, it was all black not a single thing in sight...but then…
What did he do this time?
"Huh?"
He locked you in your room again.
"What?! W-who's there? Who said that?!" Michael shouted as he spun his head back and forth
The source of the voice appeared above him in the form of…
"Is that...Chris's Fredbear doll?" He shook his head
"No way no! It's just a toy there's no way that thing was just talking."
But then…
Don't be scared. I am here with you.
"W-what the?!" He heard it clear as day that voice it came straight from the doll.
"N-no that's impossible! Toys can't talk!" he started to slap himself
"Come on Michael! Snap out of it! Snap out of it!"
In a flash the room changed it was no longer pitch black in fact he now seemed to be in a normal bedroom.
"Wait a minute is this?...It is! I'm in Chris's room! But how? What is going on right now?!"
Then suddenly his little brother manifested in front of him.
"CHRISTOPHER!" he ran to his brother in an attempt to hug him only to faze right through.
"What?...Oh wait now I get it…" his shoulders slumped as the realization came to him.
"...this is a dream…" Michael whispered as he watched his little brother run around his room, tears streaming down Chris's cheeks as he desperately tried to pull his door open.
Michael sighed in guilt remembering all the times he'd locked Christopher in his room laughing as his little brother cried and cried begging to be let out.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Blackness again before Michael found himself in his own room.
"Now what?" Michael asked, staring at the Freddy plushie on his bed, his room pitch black except for a little bit of light that came from the flashlight in his hand.
"Why is this in my room? This is one of Chris's toys not mine."
He pointed the flashlight in every direction and noticed 2 things, his closet and bedroom door are both cracked open and for some strange reason he seems to have a 'second' bedroom door.
"Why do I have two doors and why are they all open?"
He walked to each door and peeked outside...nothing, the same with his closet, nothing inside but for some other strange reason the three doors refuse to stay closed and just crack open again as soon as he let go.
Listen.
"Huh? It's you again Fredbear."
Do not let them in.
"Who? Don't let who in?! And listen for what?"
They will kill you.
"WHAT?!"
Watch the bear.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WHO'S GOING TO KILL ME?!"
When you hear them hold the door.
"WHO?! WHO AM I SUPPOSED TO BE LISTENING FOR?!"
Do not let go until they are gone.
"Can you please give me more of an explanation!"
When you hear Freddy shine the light on him.
"How is that supposed to help?!"
You have until 6am.
"TO DO WHAT?!...Hello?...Hello?!...ARGH! STUPID BEAR!"
Michael just sat there in the dark with his flashlight waiting in quite making no sound so to hear whatever it is he's supposed to be listening for just clicking and running back and forth from door to door to bear. So far nothing has happened until…
He heard it...some strange dark laughter but it was too quiet and quick to determine where it came from so he quickly checked all the doors and Freddy...nothing.
"Oook now I'm getting scared what is going on?"
For hours he kept on hearing sounds as he ran around his room terrified that something was going to jump out and kill him.
Then finally heard it...an alarm clock…
...morning…
Michael's eyes shot open as he sprung awake sweating and breathing heavily. Now that was a nightmare, but at least 'one' of them is now over.
Tears began to well in his eyes as Michael pulled himself into a hug crying and shaking. That nightmare may have ended but his little brother is still gone...in the hands of some unknown guy doing who knows what to him right now.
...Christopher...I-I'm so sorry...please...come back…