The teen just sat there, his sobs echoing in the empty hall of the hospital. He never bothered to look up whenever he heard footsteps pass by him. He kept his head buried between his legs, rocking back and forth as tears slowly leaked from his eyes and onto his jeans.

Please be a dream, he thought, smacking his head with his palm unable to grasp the fact that his brother's in a coma. It was his fault, no one else to blame except him.

Mom and Dad will never forgive me. Kyle felt like he died inside when Eric hung there motionless in front of them. Flashbacks clouded his mind, all of which was about him making Eric's life miserable, every one of those were like knives that stabbed his heart.

It was half past nine in the evening, but he did not care. He did not care whether he was sitting there for more than an hour, he did not care even if people are looking at him. He kept repeating I went too far over and over again. The hallway was silent, only the sounds of the soft buzzing of fluorescent lights illuminating the corridor was heard.

He stared on the tiled floor between his legs as if he was in a catatonic state. He heard footsteps approaching again, but he still ignored it. Then he heard an object drop on the ground and saw what it was between his legs. It was a doctor's stethoscope, left by the doctor who passed by.

Kyle reached for the medical apparatus and glanced back at the doctor who had just went around the corner. "Doctor? Hey!" He hurriedly stood up and followed him, " "Sir, you dropped your-"

But the doctor had disappeared the moment he went to the hallway. However, Kyle was able to catch a glimpse of one of the rooms close.

Room 83

"Hello?" Kyle looked left and right, still with the object clutched in his hands. He walked towards the room the man went in and knocked. "Doctor? Are you in there?" He whispered then knocked some more, "Hey."

He reached for the knob and twisted it. He pushed it and it opened to a hospital room the almost as identical as his brother's. There, he saw the doctor standing beside a patient lying on the bed, examining the patient's x-ray tests that were on the clipboard.

"Sir?" Kyle called out.

The man turned around to face him, he greeted the teen with a little smirk, "Yes?" The doctor replied.

"I found something that belongs to you." Kyle said, raising up the apparatus he has in his hands. His heart leapt upon seeing it.

It was a Foxy mask.

Kyle dropped the mask on the floor in shock. He looked back up at the man to see that he was not there and he was no longer in the hospital. He was surrounded by darkness, the only light he saw was coming from a small window above him. The only sounds he heard were the crickets outside. A foul smell of rotting meat and metal crawled up his nose.

The moonlight shone through the glass pane and illuminated a small wooden table where a flashlight was. He didn't hesitate and hurriedly ran to the table, snatching the flashlight from it. He nervously fumbled for the switch as his hands made its way along the cylindrical body of the torch before finding a round button. He clicked it and a beam of bright light came out from the one end. He looked up and saw a pair of silver eyes looking at him.

Kyle's heart skipped a beat upon seeing the towering animatronic in front of him. Its head was tilted to one side, mouth hanging open, and eyes half closed concealing the bright blue human-like eyes showing its silver eyelids. It only had its yellow torso on it, the limbs and head were just its endoskeleton save for a large sheet of cloth hanging on its shoulder. It was terrifying to look at, it looked more like a human skeleton instead of a robotic one. He covered it with the large cloth and turned around.

Now more eyes were on him.

He was now facing a shelf full of disembodied heads of Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. Some of them were missing eyes, leaving dark empty sockets. The others were missing a chunk of their fur, exposing the bare metal skeletal frame underneath. Among the heads were the yellow limbs of the characters having wires sticking out of their joints, the others had no fur on the hands, showing the robotic metal fingers.

Staring at the heads made him feel uneasy. Fear dominated his emotions as he backed away before bumping into the handle of the door. He never broke eye contact with them. To his horror...

They're watching him.

Chills ran down his spine as the glass eyes of the heads were looking down at him as if they had a life of their own. The heads were observing his every move, their eyes moving around in their sockets. Kyle's trembling hands felt for the cold metal handle of the door and started pulling on it.

It won't budge.

"H-hey!" He pounded on the door, "I-is s-someone out there?" He kept jiggling the handle and covered his nose and mouth with his shirt. "I-I'm locked in."

Someone from the other side laughed, it was teenager. "Have fun with Fredbear!" He cackled.

Kyle kept banging on the door, "Please let me out!" He slowly collapsed to his knees. Then in the corner of his eye, something moved in the shadows of the storage room near the yellow bear.

"I can imagine what your face looks like right now! Hahaha!" He replied. Kyle listened carefully at the teen behind the door, his voice was really familiar.

Because it was his own.

Goosebumps were all over his body upon hearing his own voice coming from the outside, "Let me out!"

"No can do, Eric." The other Kyle replied.

"Eric?" Kyle blurted out, "What are you talking about?!"

But there was no reply, as if he wasn't heard.

Then there was a soft thud from the shelf behind him, making him glance back at it. His breaths became rugged while he looked at the heads that were still beaming at him. He pointed his flashlight at it and noticed that there was a gap between two heads where he saw an arm earlier. It was gone.

"I-is someone there?" He said, moving the light around checking every inch of the room. He gulped, slowly turning to the covered animatronic. However, it was still there, still covered by the dirty cloth.

He sighed and turned back to the door, "Open the door!" But to no avail, it wouldn't.

There was another movement from behind him, Kyle turned around once again. He saw a bottle tip over on the shelf, spilling the paint inside it. He glanced at the endoskeleton, but it was still there, it did not move a single bit, it was still cloaked.

Kyle was starting to panic, frantically pulling on the handle, "Let me out!" He used the bottom of his flashlight and began hitting the wooden door with it. Every hit created a round dent on it, "Help!"

BANG! BANG! BANG! He kept banging.

"You can't leave me here!" He screamed, he was drowning in his own fear, a knot forming in his throat as more rumbles and violent noises came from behind him. Help me, he thought before he collapsed to his knees, his hands still firmly gripping the metal handle.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" He cried, tears flowing down the side of his face. He exhaled and began slapping himself, "Wake up, wake up."

"Kyle." A soft voice called from the dark corner of the room.

The teen trembled as he slowly and fearfully turned to the source of the voice, his heavy breaths echoing in the room, "Wh-who's th-there?" He pointed the flashlight, nothing was there except the shelf that surprisingly looked untouched despite him hearing noises from it earlier.

"Who's there?" He sobbed.

"It's me." A distorted, demonic voice said.

He gasped upon realizing that it was coming from his left.

Kyle quickly beamed the light to the left and he was face to face with a nightmarish incarnation of Fredbear: long sharp sets of teeth, glowing red eyes, deteriorated skin, and long menacing claws.

Fredbear let out a deep, loud, gurgling roar and lunged at him.

"NO!" He screamed, closing his eyes shut, "LET ME GO!" He struggled as its hands grabbed around his arms, never letting go as if they were clamps. "NO!"

"KYLE! WAKE UP!" It was his dad's voice. "Wake up!"

He opened his eyes and bright light almost blinded him. He was laying on his back looking up at the lights of the room. He saw his parents looking down at him, both of them worried.

"What happened?" He groggily asked.

"You were having a bad dream." His father said. "You've been screaming for a few minutes."

"Bad dream?" He asked. His father nodded.

The teen sighed, relieved that all the things that happened was just a dream.

"Eric?" Kyle blurted out, "Where's Eric?" He sat up assisted by his mother. He looked into his father's eyes and noticed a tear slip out from the corner. "Where is he?" He sobbed, his nose reddened from all the crying. His mother turned away and buried her face in her hands. His father bowed his head and stepped to to the side.

It was then that Kyle's worst fears has been realized when he heard the beeping of a heart rate monitor in the room.

He sat there frozen in shock when he saw his brother motionless on his hospital bed, his head wrapped in bandages and deformed. Around his bed were life support equipments, all of it were connected to him.

Kyle broke down, "Oh God... No... Eric."