Kyle walked along a hallway that was lit with bright fluorescent lights on the ceiling, every step he made echoed. He looked worse, his eyes were reddened with tears and beneath them were eyebags. He searched for the room he was looking for since he got inside the establishment. The sadness was growing in him as he approached the room he was looking for.

The teenager stopped in front of the door and stared at it for a few seconds before taking a deep breath, nervous of what would happen once he goes inside. He nervously knocked three times on the door and at an instant, it opened by his father. The moment he he stepped inside, he was overcome with grief as if it was a contagious disease.

Silence filled the room, except for the heart rate monitor beeping. Both his parents were looking at him.

He bowed his head and approached the bed at the center of the room, avoiding their eyes that seemed like a blinding light. He saw his brother lying on the bed. He looked at the bloodstained bandages on the boy's head and saw flashes of images in his mind, images of that horrifying night he made the biggest mistake of his life.

Kyle watched his brother's chest rise up and down in a slow rhythm, but aside from that, Eric was motionless. The teen's heart sank lower, thoughts lingered on the possibility of Eric coming back the way he was before, and the horrible nightmares he had been experiencing lately.

Only two days had passed since the incident happened, for two nights he would wake up screaming, seeing the horrible visions in his dreams: the demonic Fredbear, voices calling for him, and blood everywhere.

"Hey, Eric, I brought you something." He said before opening his backpack and taking out stuffed animals. First was a yellow bear with a tiny purple top hat on its head, "I brought you the toys you love the most." He emptied the contents. It was the adorable plush versions of Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy.

As far as he could remember, Eric would always play with these toys, often saying that they were his friends. Especially Fredbear whom he would always carry around.

Kyle sat down on the chair beside the bed and held his brother's hand which stayed limp and unresponsive, "I know you will never forgive me for what I've done, Eric," He faltered, wiping his eyes that were welling with tears, "I'm so sorry, for everything. I deserve to be punished, for all I've done to you. Please, come back to us, come back, Eric." He sobbed before resting his head on the mattress near his brother's arm. He stayed there still with his hand on Eric's and closed his eyes, sighing in desperation.

Then there was a soft tightening on his hand.

"K-Kyle?" A soft raspy voice stuttered.

Hearing Eric's voice sent shivers down Kyle's spine as he lifted his head up to look at him, a smile forming on his face. The teen sniffed feeling excitement in him, slowly opening his eyes to see his brother waking up.

But it wasn't his brother.

Eric was gone, replaced by a terrifying monster, it was the same Fredbear in his dream. Kyle screamed but the animatronic's hand covered his mouth immediately, muffling his screams.

"Shh... We don't want to wake the others up." Fredbear spoke, its voice deep and gurgled.

The teen tried pulling away, but the creature's grip tightened around his hand, almost crushing it entirely. Fear overcame him as those blood red animatronic eyes drew closer, staring him down.

When things couldn't get any worse, someone grabbed his other hand. Kyle shrieked and glanced at the unknown accomplice. It was a nightmarish incarnation of Foxy, its mouth was filled with three rows of metal teeth, eyes glowing red like Fredbear's. Kyle struggled, but Foxy raised up his other hand, it had a large sharp hook. It brought it on the teen's chest threatening to slash if he dared to fight back.

He was unable to break free.

"Wh-wh-what do you want from me?!" He cowered, avoiding the deathly glares of the two.

"You did this. You and your friends." The yellow bear said.

His heart leapt to his throat, his breath hitching every second as the lights in the room went off, leaving only the display on the heart monitor beeping red light instead of green. The flashing red light illuminated the rusting metal endoskeleton beneath the torn skin, making it look very sinister.

"This is all your fault." Foxy said as he raised the sharp hook above his head, "You must pay."

With one last ounce of strength, Kyle was able to break free from Foxy's grasp and dodge the falling hook, with it slashing his sleeve. He then pried Fredbear's hand from his and bolted towards the door.

He reached for the knob, but was unable to twist it. It was locked. He gasped upon hearing the loud roars of the two nightmare animatronics. He turned around and saw them running to him, readying their sharp claws.

"YOU'RE NOT REAL!" He yelled, tugging the hairs on his head attempting to shake himself awake.

The monsters advanced, roaring as loud as they could that terrified him. Their eyes glowed brighter red, red as if it were the flames from hell itself. He collapsed on the spot and cried heavily, bringing his knees near his chest praying to God that he would wake up from this horrible nightmare. He covered his face as the blinding light from their demonic eyes moved closer.

Then the heavy footsteps stopped. Silence followed.

"Kyle!" He heard his father's voice and someone shaking him. "KYLE! IT'S ALRIGHT! WAKE UP!"

Kyle opened his eyes and was back beside the bed. The lights were back to normal, and surrounding them were his parents.

"Wh-wha?" He gasped, clutching his chest feeling his heart beating rapidly.

Both his parents were concerned about him, "What happened?" His mother asked.

He looked around, eyes swollen with tears and unable to get those horrible images from his mind. "E-Eric, wh-where's Eric?"

"He's right there." His dad said pointing to the bed where the teen had fallen asleep.

Kyle glanced to see his comatose brother there, still unresponsive.

"I-I..."

"What?" His mother sat near him, near the foot of the bed and rubbed his back.

"I did this," he buried his head in his hands, "It's my fault." He sobbed, heart sinking deeper with regret. "I dunno how I'm supposed to live with this."

"Get some rest, Kyle. You've been too hard on yourself." His mom whispered softly.

"I should be, I did this!" He cried, "If it weren't for me none of this would've happened!" He glanced at his father who tried keeping his emotions behind a straight face. The teen wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve only to notice that it was torn.

He gasped upon seeing the large gash on it.

It can't be. He thought to himself, then he checked out his wrists remembering that in his dream, Fredbear and Foxy held him there. To his horror, there were red marks around his wrist, forming the shape of the large hands of the animatronics.

"Wh-what?" He trembled, his mind unable to process what was currently happening.

"What's wrong?" His mom interrupted his shocked state.

He stood up, "I-I gotta go." He said and dashed outside.

Kyle still couldn't believe the marks he had on his arms and the gash on his shirt. It happened in the dream. He thought.

Then various thoughts come kicking in, most of it had him doubting if he was going insane from all the depression. Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in his head. He shut his eyes, held his aching head and leaned on the wall feeling that he would pass out any moment. The moment he shut his eyes, the monsters showed up, along with them were three more: Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy. They were in the same state as Foxy and Fredbear: Nightmarish and corroding.

Just when he was about to lose it, the telephone on the nurse's station rang, making him jump and snap out of his trance.

One of the nurses answered it, then covered the mouth piece, "Do we have a Kyle Afton here?" She asked.

"Yes?" The teen asked, approaching the counter.

"It's for you." She handed him the cradle.

He answered it, "Hello?" His voice cracked.

"Kyle, where are you?" it was Andy, his friend who was with him the time when that incident happened. "We've been looking all over for you."

"Why?"

"We need to to talk."

"I don't feel like talking to someone right now." He sniffed.

"Weird things have been happening lately, Kyle. I don't know, all of us have been experiencing nightmares."

Kyle's heart missed a beat, "N-nightmares?" He stuttered, "What are those nightmares about?"

"Fredbear's Family Diner."