The ear-piercing scream of the mother startled everyone inside the room, and the people turned their heads to the four teenagers, they were standing near the stage surrounding a boy whose head was jammed inside the animatronic's mouth. The others screamed in horror as large amounts of blood dripped down the boy's body, others were cursing in the distance seeing the gruesome sight in front of them.

At first they thought it was funny, but the moment they heard the loud crack, it wasn't all fun and games. All eyes were fixed on the four of them, especially at Kyle. He, on the other hand, stood there petrified, mouth hanging open unable to believe what had just happened.

"ERIC!" Kyle heard his younger sister Lizzie scream.

He took off his mask as shock and fear clouded his mind. What have I done?

His chest pounded loudly, seeing his brother lifelessly dangle in front of him. Tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes. We went too far.

Then there were the rushing footsteps towards them, Kyle looked to where it was coming from: his father ran to them, the looks on his face a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

"ERIC!" His father screamed, holding up the torso of the child up as other people came to help pry open the mouth, "CALL AN AMBULANCE! SOMEBODY PLEASE CALL AN AMBULANCE!" He cried, letting the tears flow down his eyes like waterfall, "NO! ERIC, PLEASE NO!"

Once the jaw was opened, the father carried the motionless, limp body of the kid, hugging it tightly in his arms and knelt on the ground. The father wailed, "ERIC! WAKE UP!"

The four teens were struck with guilt, Kyle approached the father who was cradling his brother in his arms and saw the damages they had done: Eric's head was deformed, the jagged edges of his crushed skull were protruding through the skin of his forehead. The skin around the bite mark was torn like paper with massive amounts of blood gushing from it. The boy's jaw was dislocated from the skull, dangling out of place. His eyes were closed shut, unmoving.

Kyle gasped, he could not bear to see it. What have we done?

"HE'S STILL BREATHING! HE'S STILL BREATHING!" His mother cried as distant sirens rang through their ears. Everything suddenly fell silent, as if Kyle and his friends were the only people in the room. They watched as everyone's head turned to them, including Kyle's parents.

"Kyle, how could you?" His father asked with much sadness in his tone, "He's your brother."

The teen couldn't answer, he could hear the others whispering things like, "They killed Eric.", "Murderer.", "Killer.", and many more.

"Why?" His mother sobbed, getting a large white towel to carefully wipe the child's face.

Kyle stood there, he was trembling, like his knees would give way. He felt a lump in his throat as he swallowed, "I-I-" He stuttered, "-d-d-didn't m-mean to. I-it was s-s-supposed t-to b-be a j-joke."

"A joke?" His father replied, "A JOKE?!" He yelled, "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE, YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS! YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!"

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry." The teen whimpered.

"I don't know if we could ever forgive you." He replied flatly. Those words were like a powerful punch to the teen's chest, "He's your brother, you were supposed to protect him..."

Kyle did not reply, he and his friends just stood there mortified, looking down at his parents cradling his unresponsive brother in their arms.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you hate Eric so much?" His mother sniffed.

"I-I don't... I-"

"No more." His father stopped him, "You've done enough." He said, breaking down in tears again, rocking Eric back and forth like a newborn infant. "Eric? Eric? Please stay with Mommy and Daddy." He sobbed, carefully running his fingers through the boy's hair that was soaked with blood. "Done leave us, Eric."

The other guests were sobbing as well.

The Ambulance arrived, the front doors burst open and two paramedics came rushing in pushing a stretcher towards them. They were initially shocked at the scene in front of them.

"Please help us." The mother cried, reaching out her hand which was covered in her son's blood.

The pair gently lifted Eric's body from the ground and brought it onto the soft stretcher. "We need to bring him to the hospital, quick." One paramedic said, placing two fingers on the boy's neck, "I still feel his heartbeat, but it's not beating normally. He's losing blood fast."

The other paramedic pushed the rolling bed outside with the father and mother, hurriedly making their way to the ambulance that was parked outside the diner. Kyle saw the white sheet of the bed turn red with blood as his brother was carried away.

The men then slipped the stretcher inside the ambulance, the parents went inside too, worriedly watching over Eric. Kyle followed them outside and watched the van drive away from the place, watching it disappear from his view. Meanwhile, the guests continued to murmur about the incident while others began leaving, bringing their traumatized children with them to their cars.

"It's all your fault." A girl spoke loudly, it was Lizzie, she was standing behind him, there was much anger in her tone. Everyone who were still there agreed, their stares at the four were like knives that pierced them.

They had no one to blame but themselves.

"We didn't mean to." Andy mumbled, taking off his Bonnie mask and bowing his head in shame, still feeling all eyes were on them. The group of four felt like the world was coming down on them, what they did was unbelievable, it was too much.

"Didn't mean to?" A man raised his voice, "Try explaining it to Eric!"

"You four should be ashamed of yourselves." One of the guests exclaimed, "That poor boy..."

"We're sorry..." Peter said, looking down at his feet not daring to meet someone's gaze.

"Too late for that." Lizzie said. The crowd around them dispersed the same time loud blares of police sirens filled the air: two police cars drove onto the lot. Four men in police uniform stepped out, leaving their flashing blue and red lights on. The teens quivered in fear as the officers approached them.

"Everyone, please return to your homes, as of now, this place is a crime scene." said the middle-aged police officer leading the three. The two behind him ran back inside carrying a roll of yellow tape, they unrolled it and began wrapping it around the stage.

The four teens looked up at the cop who was staring at them, arms crossed and shaking his head in disbelief.

Peter was the first one to answer, "It w-was an accident."

"Accident?"

"We didn't mean to hurt him." Kyle nervously said.

"Looks like the damages had been done." Officer Davis said.

Kyle cautiously pushed open the door and took a peak inside, there was little light, it was coming from the lamp on the wall where he saw a bed below it. There were two people on each side, he recognized them: his parents.

He stepped inside, pushing the door open big enough for his slim figure to fit through. His parents both looked back at him, staring at him but not uttering a single word. He could see the sadness and despair in their eyes. He bowed his head avoiding their saddening glare.

There was a sound of beeping. It was the only thing he could hear in the room.

The teen glanced at the patient on the bed: a young boy that looked deathly, with pale skin, thin arms and legs, his face was covered by bandages except for his eyes, nose and mouth. He lay there motionless as his mother gently caressed his feeble hands.

Eric... my brother.

"Happy now?" His father's voice broke before breaking down crying. Kyle saw his father's eyes swollen with tears.

His heart sank even deeper upon seeing his brother in that condition. He fought back the urge to cry and ran back out and into the halls. He leaned on the wall and slowly slid down to his knees, now letting his bottlenecked emotions get the best of him.

He wailed, burying his face between his knees, not caring if there were people in the halls. He was guilt-stricken, it was all his fault. None of this would've happened if he didn't make Eric's life miserable.

In his head was a phrase he just kept reciting over and over...

I went too far.