Disclaimer: I own nothing of familiarity, not from either of the fandoms.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head pending the release of the FNAF movie coming out, I guess considering my love of all things horror it could be like my kickoff to the October month (And yes, I realize that makes this a month early!) Between some of the movies and game remakes I'd venture I'm not the only one getting hyped for such things either.

So, horror fans enjoy~!

I.

Hospitals are naturally depressing and somber places. The place often serves as a gathering spot for those burdened by guilt, grief, or those with the knowledge that today could be their last. In this place, you'll find all kinds of people, but so few of them are willing to talk.

In Michael Afton's case, it's a harsh reality check, a bitter realization...

He stared at his little brother-too young, too still in one of those beds.

Michael was getting fed up.

So fucking fed up.

It was always Evan this, Evan that. His father, William, would keep leaving him in charge of the annoying brat. His brother's crybaby face was enough to boil Michael's insides. Because when could he ever have time for himself? To spend time with his friends? To be allowed to act his own age? Adding salt to the wound, ironically, were his friends, who kept making fun of him for always being stuck on babysitter duty.

He had tried several times to voice his side of things to dear old dad and was shut down in each instance.

William's priorities put Michael at the very bottom. Elizabeth being his dad's favorite, especially since mom passed.

So, he got an idea. He decided to invite his friends to the party. Figuring he might as well make the most of this shit fest.

His heart gave the slightest twinge of guilt since it was Evan's birthday and usually Michael doesn't like spoiling someone's special day, but he quickly brushed it off. Promised himself he'd find some way to apologize later, maybe. Right now, Michael needed to alleviate some stress. He wasn't planning any physical harm, just a little scare. Surely nothing too bad, at most Evan would just hold himself up in his room when they got home and cry for a couple of days.

Not like he'd ever stoop to his father's level and leave the younger kid black and blue.

And what's some company from his friends while watching the birthday boy? He was just going to give his own brand of a 'birthday surprise' after all. Besides, surely Evan deserved at least a small prank for what he was putting Michael through.

Right?

He remembered turning towards his friends, all of whom had their masks stuffed into their backpacks. "You guys ready?"

"Hell yeah!" One of the boys answered, all too eager to get started. "Come on, can't keep our special guest waiting too long."

Michael listened to the monotone beep of the machine stationed beside the bed. That god awful noise that if he listened long enough, was sure to drive him mad.

Even so, he didn't move from his seat. Head bowed and eyes filled with tears that wouldn't stop falling.

"I'm sorry…" he whispered mournfully, knowing no one will hear. "I'm so sorry…"

It was all his fault. He should've done something different, or better yet, nothing at all! It was Evan's birthday for Christ's sake and now, because of Michael, it may be his last-

No! No, he wouldn't- shouldn't think like that. Evan was strong, right? He would somehow pull through, surely?

He had to. He just had to, otherwise Michael wouldn't be able to live with himself.

"Lose something?"

Michael was ashamed to admit he jumped a bit at the sudden, unfamiliar voice. He and his friends split off from each other to enjoy some of the other attractions Fredbear's had to offer. Agreeing to meet back up before the cake was brought out to carry out their plan.

Michael having never really gotten much of a chance to see all the diner had to offer, though he thinks he may have wandered too far, if the rustic creaking of barred fans and lack of lighting in the room was any kind of indication.

'Must be like a back storage room or something?' he reasoned, looking around. Looking, but not quite able to actually see his surroundings too well. He tripped and tumbled a bit, blaming faulty wiring that he was sure to be the cause.

The newcomer's voice was not entirely unwelcome at this point, as Michael was beginning to feel as though he'd walked into a different place altogether. Covering his mouth and nose at the god-awful stench in the air. Threatening to spill out the contents of his stomach right then and there, gagging.

He swerved around at the voice, blinking and squinted, barely able to make out the shape of a … girl ?

"Uh, hi?" he greeted lamely, immediately resisting the urge to smack himself.

A giggle followed. A distant clang that he easily dismissed as maintenance issues.

"Hello." The girl greeted back, and from the curtain of shadows Michael could make out a single eye staring back at him accompanied by pale skin and a diminutive frame. The unfamiliar girl possessing a graceful gait as she slowly seemed to circle around him, gaze so very curious.

"Are you lost? I … don't think anyone's supposed to be back here ." Michaels says after a moment of contemplative silence. It was probably getting close to the time when the cake was brought out, so he needed to hurry along, but there was something odd about this girl he couldn't quite put his finger on …

" Not at all." The girl says, sounding confident. "What about you? Did you lose something, or someone perhaps?"

The last word made him shiver for some reason. And Michael found himself wondering if maybe this was one of Evan's friends he invited, and she overheard him and his own crew talking about their plans to prank him. Part of him was surprised someone other than Charlotte Emily had actually shown up if he were honest, his brother often being far too shy to make very many friends to begin with.

"Actually, yeah," Michael says, just as confident figuring he could just play it off, "my little brother. It's his birthday and I didn't want him to miss out on getting his cake." Michael lies shamelessly, hoping she can't see his smirk. And of course, a special birthday 'surprise', Michael adds mentally.

When there's no immediate answer, Michael briefly wonders if she just up and ditched him. Or worse, if she went to tell Evan! His brief moment of panic is alleviated by the soft toned voice that sounds eerily closer than before.

"Shh, be very still. They can hear you; they know you're here."

The words cause a chill to go up his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood tall, confused by what she meant.

"Wha-?"

His response cut off as light flooded the enclosed space, revealing one of the narrower, slightly longer back rooms his father often talked about. A few bunches of wires taped along the floor, some rotating fans, but no sign of anyone other than himself. There was no sign of the girl he'd been speaking to mere moments ago.

"Hey Mikey, there you are!" The familiar voice of one of his friends rang out as they all stood clustered in the doorway.

"Come on, it's almost time. What are you doing hanging out here?"

"I…I was…" Michael was dumbfounded, left confused and a tad unsettled. He knew there had been someone in the room with him, so where did they-she go?

The thought was quickly brushed aside and soon forgotten as he was pulled by his friends out into the hall and towards the party room. He would worry about the odd occurrence some other time, chalking it up to being too overly stressed or something.

He almost missed the near ghostly whisper coming from the darkened area as the door swung shut.

"We'll meet again."

Upon reaching the party room Michael found out his earlier prediction was right. Only Charlotte had shown up, Charlotte 'Charlie' Emily, only daughter of Henry Emily and dear old dad's business partner. Michael internally scoffed. The girl probably couldn't get out of coming even if she tried.

Who'd willingly spend time with Crybaby Evan?

As he got closer to the table where Evan sat, he was able to pick up on the conversation between the two.

"-thanks for coming Charlie." Evan was saying, and Michael admittedly felt that twinge of guilt from earlier rear its ugly little head again. Just as quickly as before, he squashed it down and pressed on, ears picking up the last bits of conversation.

"-I love the show! What song do you think they'll play?" The blonde whispers excitedly, and a ghost of a smile actually appears on Evan's face as well before it disappears just as quickly, his little brother's gaze nervously flicking up and onto the animatronics. Ah, Michael thinks recall all too well of his young siblings' nightmares.

More than once he heard him crying and muttering to that golden fredbear plushie of his when he got up to use the bathroom or grab a late night snack for himself.

It's then that a wicked idea forms in his head, Evan's fear giving him a fresh spin on an already funny show for himself. It was at that moment Evan noticed him, Michael placing both hands on the edge of a table looking every bit like the predator that he was right now. The young boy already had tears swimming in his eyes, Charlie looking between them.

"Hey Evan, how is the birthday boy doing so far?"

"I'm sorry…" Michael said for what must've been the hundredth time that night.

He didn't think he would ever stop, even after(hopefully) Evan recovered. He would always feel guilt over this.

"I'm sorry," he says again. A few more tears falling, just like Evan. Michael had become such a crybaby in the span of just a few measly hours, probably shedding more tears now than Evan ever had his entire life. "I'm sorry Evan, please come back."

The pain remained. It always would.

" Michael, stop it!"

Charlie's voice rang out, too drowned by his friends' laughter for Michael to hear though. No, instead he was more focused on his brother sobs and pleas to be let go. Charlie struggled against his own friend who kept a grip on her arm, preventing her from physically getting between them.

"Hey guys, I think the little man wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" Michael shouted out, enacting his own spur of the moment plan. His friends were all too eager to compile while Evan shrieked in terror. Exchanging looks with one another while nodding. Evan was kicking and wrestling, wailing in wretched fear that they couldn't stop laughing at.

"Michael, stop!" Charlie kept shouting, struggling to get to her friend.

God, Michael was having way too much fun today.

Michael paused, steps flattering for the briefest of moments, looking up towards the bear-like persona on stage. His blue eyes catching a fleeting glimpse of black hair and equally black, unsettling eyes from the far-off corner of the room, cloaked in shadows. He blinked and they were gone, his friends yelling at him that they'd reached the stage, asking what the holdup was.

"Ready?" He asked his friends, still grinning. Oblivious to the horror that would unfold in just a few moments.

"One…Two…Three!"

In unison, they went to shove the kid straight into the animatronics mouth. They watched, laughing and in hysterics. Evan was struggling in the mouth, his smaller arms and legs flailing helplessly in midair. His wailing echoed into the hollows of the machine's chambers. He was like a chicken, caught in the mouth of a dog. Michael couldn't get enough of it. Tears were forming in his eyes and his stomach hurt from how hard he was laughing.

This was…exactly what Michael needed. To see Evan suffer so much…It helped relinquish all those years of burden from his shoulders. Everything he kept bottled up over the years. All the rage and the misery, whether it be from just coming downstairs and seeing his father's more pleasant interactions with the two youngest and getting a fist to the face instead, or how anytime he wasn't bogged down with schoolwork or being scolded he was stuck as a babysitter.

Michael's laughter died down slowly, feeling lighter than he had in years. Figuring he'd had enough of Evan's crying for now, and was about to move to pull him out when-

CRUNCH!

The sudden, unexpected sound of creaking metal was followed by silence. Evan's screams had stopped short. He wasn't flailing anymore either, both arms and legs hanging limp. Something red splattered on Michael's face.

Even Charlie was looking on in pure horror.

"E-Evan," he said, feeling his breaths grow ragged. His heart thudded loudly in his chest. "Evan?"

It couldn't be…It just couldn't be! Nonononono-

"Evan…Evan…Evan!"

"Michael, get him out of there!" Charlie screamed, and for once, Michael is all too eager to oblige.

He touched his brother's body only to stumble backwards, falling down on all fours. The body of his brother, or rather whatever is left of it fell like a sack of potatoes and with a loud, disgusting squelch! That Michael's stomach won't soon forget.

Charlie screamed.

There was so much blood.

Michael sat with his head bowed listening to the monotone beep of the monitor that stood beside the bed. The sound had become nothing short of haunting, Michael was sure he would be hearing it for years to come.

Both William and Elizabeth had left the room, but Michael stayed. The eldest Afton son refused to budge in case Evan finally awoke, wanting the first words from Michael's mouth to be ' I'm sorry' and ' I promise to be better '.

Red-rimmed eyes daring to look up, fixating on the child in the bed.

Darkness loomed at the corners of the room and even the hallway that led out to the receptionist. Long had the sun absconded from the sky; the sunny, clear skies turning cloudy and full of rain upon exiting the diner, almost like some unseen force was conveying its sadness at Evan's current state-all the while frowning on Michael in disapproval.

His eyes flicked up towards the lone clock in the room, seeing it was well past midnight. It was no longer Evan's birthday, what started out as a celebratory day became a day straight from hell, all thanks to Michael.

The boy hunched in on himself more. Spiraling. He was spiraling.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I'm sorry." Michael repeats like a mantra, a prayer. His hands reaching and fisting the sterile, white sheets of the bed so hard his knuckles turn white. "I'm sorry, Evan. I know-*sniff* I know you can't hear me."

The only noise aside from Michael is the constant beep of the monitor.

Michael's words catch on another sob. "No wonder you were always so afraid of me, I really am a monster! I-I deserve to be in this bed, not you. I'm so sorry…I-"

"Are you ? "

Michael jolts, straightening in his chair with wide, tear-filled eyes. The sight that greets him is…unexpected.

He thought it might be a doctor, or maybe his dad had come back to yell at him some more. Perhaps it was his sister, Elizabeth, finally having stopped her own mournful tears to come and check in on Evan. It was none of those things.

Well, it was- is a girl, but certainly not Elizabeth.

Elizabeth did not have such dark, raven-wing hair, disheveled and unkempt. Nor was his sister so pale, the few areas of skin he could see altered with what may have been some kind of dirt. When the girl walked, it was almost like she was floating. Her footsteps made no sound, despite clearly watching her step.

But what really unsettled Michael was her eyes -

Soulless . Pitched black and devoid of pupils, sending multiple chills down Michael's spine in a way not even his father could ever manage, slowly lifting her head once she stood by his brother's bed, allowing him to see her face fully for the first time. Michael stumbled, his chair falling back with a loud clang.

"Wha-!?" Michael's mind struggled to make sense of what stood right before him. Watching the girl slowly tilt her head in amusement, somehow making it so much worse. "Wh-What are you?" He rasped, shook to his very core. "W-Why do you look like death?" he bit out, the moment the words left him, something in Michael froze over with dread.

The girl smiled, slow and every bit as unsettling as her eyes. "I …" She began in a slow drawl, turning and moving around the bed…towards Michael. "... have many names . Right now, I am merely here to observe."

"O-Observe?" Michael isn't aware of how quickly he is backing himself into a wall until there is no more room. Until she is right frickin in front of him, and Michael forgets how to breathe entirely.

"Yes."

A beat of silence passes between them in which Michael's mind is warring with itself. Part of him wonders if he could try and make it to the door, if that might wake him from this strange(presumed) nightmare, but another, stronger part of him thinks of Evan. His now defenseless brother, the very brother whom he was just apologizing to, and Michael speaks without thinking.

"W-well, I'm not letting you hurt Evan. I-I don't care who you are."

The effect is instantaneous, as the distant sound of metal scraping on metal disappears. The girl blinks once, and somehow her pitch-black eyes seem more assessing, like Michael has just done something unexpected and strange.

Something perhaps foolish.

The girl takes a small step back, lips quirked up into the barest hints of a smile.

"It's not him I want." She says simply, blinking once more.

In an instant, she is gone, and Michael is back in his chair, slumped over with a still unresponsive Evan's hand now tightly clasped in his. As though he were just waking up from a dream, or nightmare, snapping awake at the sound of a single, long and loud beep filling the air.

His gaze snapping to the monitor, which had that same constant, somewhat jagged line displayed. Now that line was flat, and the resulting sound was enough to shatter Michael's whole world, doctors and nurses came scrambling in.

Michael felt numb. Helpless and weighed down by guilt as his brother finally flatlines.

'I'm sorry.'

I hope no one was too OOC or anything, I tried my darndest to keep everyone's personality in check.

Also, for funsies, who's your favorite animatronic of the series? Or, if you're more acquainted with the SH monsters you can pick one of those.