Kyle bolted awake from his bed drenched with sweat and tears. His temples were throbbing, his breaths were heavy, his sobs were loud, and his entire body was trembling. He was in his own room with only the lights from outside shining through the half-closed blinds.
He rolled to his side and checked the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand beside his bed: it was half last three in the morning.
The teen sat on the edge of his bed and buried his face in his hands, wiping the dried tears away. He kept his head bowed down and sat there, it was like he was drained of all his energy. A few minutes later, he managed to get up and slowly walk to his door, but he had the drowsiness still in his eyes. He peeked outside the hall, it was dark outside, there was only one night light at the end of it.
He reached for the flashlight on his bed and shone it at the dark hallway before going outside. He made quiet steps, moving his light from side to side checking at the doors as he wandered about. He walked up to one door and opened it, it was their closet. The teen reached for the light switch and clicked it, the orange bulb flickered on, the inside was filled with clothes, most of them were his and his father's.
The beam circled the small room, until he noticed that some of the clothes were torn, like something sharp slashed them. Then something on the floor reflected the beam back to him, he looked down at the object and picked it up.
It was a hook.
Kyle dropped it in shock, recalling that the hook was his and that it came with his Foxy mask he has. However, he found it odd, because the last thing he remembered was that he left that hook back at the diner. His chest thumped, This wasn't supposed to be here. I left it back in the diner with the mask.
He stepped back outside and closed the door before facing the hallway back again.
"Mom? Dad?" He called out, but there was no reply. The house was empty. His parents weren't home yet. He remembered that they were still at the hospital with Eric.
Eric... Oh God...
Tears began to leak from his eyes once again, it was like he was blinded by his swollen eyes. He shook his head and proceeded to walked through the halls, but at the back of his mind were those horrific memories, especially what happened last night.
Somehow among those thoughts was him wishing that everything happening to them was just a dream.
The beam moved around the hallway until it stopped at a partially opened door of a bedroom. The teenager walked towards the room and turned on the lights. Inside was an average-sized bed covered with a blue and yellow bed sheet that was untidy. And opposite Kyle was another door that led to a different hallway. The floor was covered entirely with sky blue carpet, there were toys scattered on the floor, a purple toy telephone set and a bunch of colorful blocks.
Eric's room.
He walked inside, the smell of a child's cologne filled his nose, the sweet scent of lilac that Eric would always wear. He looked at the toys on the floor and reminisced the times he'd catch his father playing with his young brother.
He checked the nightstand where he spotted a yellow Fredbear teddy bear, Eric's favorite toy sitting on the top with three other stuffed toys: Freddy Fazbear, Chica and Bonnie. Kyle would oftentimes catch Eric talking to the plushies in his room, as if it was alive.
To his left was a large closet, the doors had wooden blinds on them. He reached for the knob and pushed the door open, sliding the panels and folding them to the side. There were a few clothes on hangers, but what caught his attention was a small doll among the shoes on the floor. It was missing its head, and the white cotton stuffing was exposed through the large opening on its neck. The toy had red fur and a small hook on one of its hands.
A Foxy plushie.
He picked it up and looked at it, and upon seeing the macabre-like appearance of the headless toy, the memories, horrible memories clouded his mind.
Kyle waited in the dark space peeking through the blinds as a beam of flashlight bobbed around, moving right outside where he was and illuminating the bedroom. He snickered, his slow and steady breaths brushing the inside of his Foxy mask.
This is gonna be fun. He thought, waiting for his queue. The light grew bigger accompanied by footsteps. He looked through the slits on the door and watched his helpless victim walk into his trap. I can't wait to see the look on Eric's face.
Dead silence surrounded them. Eric trembled while he treaded across the bedroom.
"Hey!" He uttered, breaking the silence and calling his brother's attention. He saw Eric turn his head to his direction.
"Who-who's there?" The young man asked, trembling and terrified, the sight that brings joy to the older brother. Eric had the flashlight and his Fredbear plushie with him and clutched them tightly.
Kyle prepared himself, heart leaping with excitement as he held the doors shut. Eric, a little closer now. He watched his brother take small steps towards where he was. When the kid finally was close enough, Kyle shoved the door open and screamed as loud as he could, leaning towards Eric and bringing his terrifying mask near his face.
The little boy fell down on the ground screaming in fright, holding tightly his Fredbear doll. Eric closed his eyes and wailed, crying loudly.
"Got ya!" Kyle laughed at his brother, feeling not a single remorse but rather entertainment whenever he managed to scare Eric.
"Why, Kyle?!" Eric wept, "Why are you doing this?" He lay curled up on the floor, feeling the carpet brush against his cheek, never looking back at his brother.
The older laughed sarcastically, "Don't be such a baby, which you are."
"I didn't do anything bad to you..." He replied, "You're a monster."
You're a monster...
You're a monster...
You're a monster...
Those words echoed over and over again.
The cold breeze of the morning wind blew against the curtains as he walked to his brother's bed. Chills ran down his spine, the silence of the night terrified the teen.
He collapsed on the bed, feeling the soft, cold mattress cushion his fall. He reached for the covers and went under it.
The words kept buzzing in his head like it was stuck on continuous loop. He curled up holding the Foxy doll near him and bringing his knees to his chest. He stared into darkness under the sheets as he trembled, remembering those things he did.
This is all real. Nothing can change the past. I can't help it. Oh God.
It was driving him insane, knowing that life will never be the same again.
The tears trickled down the side of his face and onto the mattress. He let his growing depression trigger his drowsiness and rock him to sleep. But upon closing his eyes he saw nothing but the image of his brother's lifeless bloodied body hanging from the mouth of the animatronic. And everything was red. Blood red.
I'm a monster.