Every day is almost the same…
My mom and dad weren’t home in the morning.
My brother rushed out the door crying.
I still couldn’t sleep.
Courtney didn’t come home today. Neither did my brother. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.
By 8PM, my vision was fading. I couldn’t get up or even move. Somebody came home. They told me there was a present for me. They reached into a bag and pulled out a golden plush bear with a purple hat and bow tie.
“This is Fredbear. He’ll take good care of you.” They walked out of the room.
Blood soaked my bedding and Fredbear seemed to stare with soulless black eyes. At 12AM I heard a voice whisper.
“Don’t worry. I can fix you.”
Just work again… Just death and his work…