4 days until the party
the alarm sound tore through the tense silence of the room, jerking me out of my zone. I pressed the off button and rubbed my eyes. not a wink of sleep all night.
my friends sat in the corner. I walked over to them and smiled. "these are my friends..." I reminded myself, involuntary tears sliding down my face.
I frowned.
why was Foxy's head missing?
my friend needed his head back. I was going to go get it for him.
as the light outside began to gradually light up the dingy building, I made my way to the living room, clutching my hands together and looking around to make sure the animatronics had really left.
where is my brother? I wondered worriedly to myself, slowly walking into the living room. I hoped to myself he wouldn't do anything mean again, like lock me in my room like he did yesterday.
"RAHHHH!" my brother screeched, jumping out at me from behind the television. he wore the Foxy head and he sprung toward me from behind the inanimate TV.
I thought it was Foxy and he had come to kill me.
I thought he had come all the way from the pizza place just to bite me with his big teeth.
a sound between a scream and a squeak escaped my mouth and I collapsed on the ground and began to cry, my brother's crude laughter ringing in my ears.
my brother is so mean.
tomorrow is another day.