A/N: If you haven't read 'One Night at Freddy's', I'd advise you read it before reading this chapter, for reasons
Disclaimer: I own nothing except a few minor characters
"Miss Smith? Miss Smith? MISS SMITH!"
"Huh?" I looked up; blinking as I realized the teacher had been calling my name.
"Are you with us, Miss Smith?" Mrs. McNulty asked, putting her hands on her hips as she looked at me.
"Um, yeah Mrs. McNulty." She didn't look like she believed me, but she let it slide, turning back to the board and writing down some problems. I sighed, massaging my temples as I cursed myself for getting so caught up in the dreams.
The previous night, I'd had dreams about creepier versions of the animatronics in my house, coming after me in my own room. Those stupid things were ruining my life. First Mike goes to work at Freddy's, and to my knowledge had been almost killed at least once, while I was there, and then my dad comes back after voluntarily taking Mike's shift for one night talking about how they'd tried to get him. Of course, Mike had denied the whole thing.
My stupid, hard-headed brother. I still wasn't sure what to believe, but Mike really thought that the souls of dead children were trapped in those things, and he wasn't going to stop until he'd 'saved' them all.
Why did he have to be so infuriatingly noble?! I sighed.
Of course, I wasn't really scared-that was one side effect of not having a frontal lobe anymore. But at the same time…I didn't want anything to happen to Mike.
"You okay?" It was a few hours later. Chad, sensing my distress, had taken me to an ice cream shop. It was unanimous-I was going to marry that man one day.
"I don't know." I sighed. "It's just…things have been so weird lately…"
"I know what you mean." Chad said. "I mean, with exams coming up and everything-soon we'll be halfway through the year, then we'll have finals, and graduation…" I looked up from my rocky road, staring at him.
Right. He didn't know. Even though Chad had driven me to Freddy's that one night, I decided not to tell him about what happened afterwards-ANY of it. I didn't want him to worry. At least one of us could go on with a normal life.
"Hey, Chad?" I started. He started to lick his tutti frutti ice cream, then stopped himself.
"Yeah, sweetie?" he asked.
"Okay, totally hypothetical question;" I started. "Say someone you knew and cared about was doing something really, REALLY stupid and risky. Something that could get them hurt. But they still didn't…"
"Fritz," Chad started, "Is this about Mike?" I stared at him.
"Am I that obvious?" Chad just shrugged.
"It's obvious that you care about your brother. So why are you so hard on him all the time?" I sighed again.
"We used to be closer when we were kids. Until…something happened."
"I can't tell you exactly what to do." Chad said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "But if you're worried that something will happen to him, you should tell him before he hurts himself."
"I've TRIED! But he won't listen to me!" Chad flinched a little, and I sighed, immediately feeling bad for snapping at him.
"Sorry…" Chad pushed his glasses further up his nose.
"Well then-be there for him. Be with him." I stared straight ahead, no longer looking at Chad. He most likely didn't mean the same thing I was thinking, but that didn't stop the wheels that were starting to turn in my head.
"Chad;" I turned to him. "I love you. You know that?" He blushed a little.
"Well, I love you too hon, but why…?"
"I've got to get home." I said, standing up. "I've got some papers to fill out…"
A/N: *Monotone* Fritz, no. Don't do anything stupid...well, she can't feel fear, it was inevitable. Short chapter is short. Whatever-I hope you guys liked it anyway. Leave me some reviews? (Sorry, I'm kinda drained right now) Good news though-now that I've finished Rewritten Pastas, I'm going to have more time to work on this, and I'm going to try updating at least twice a week from now on.