An Eternity With You

Prologue: (The Bite of 1983)

First Person POV: Michael's Perspective:

"You guys remember the plan?" I asked the others. "Of course we do, we've been planning for this all week!" The Freddy Mask Bully said excitedly. "Yeah, I can't wait to see the look on your brother's face." The Bonnie Mask Bully piped up. "It'll be hilarious!" The Chica Mask Bully added.

We all laughed in unison. "Where's your father Michael?" The Bonnie Mask Bully asked. "He's probably working on some paperwork with Henry." I said annoyed as I rolled my eyes."Hey look! It's the crybaby!" The Chica Mask Bully pointed out. We all ran up to him. "Hey buddy, ya miss us?" The Freddy Mask Bully asked in a sarcastic tone.

Crying Child turned around and saw the masks on our faces. "AHHH!" He screamed, falling on the floor. "Wow, your brother is kind of a baby isn't he?" The Bonnie Mask Bully said blankly. "It's hilarious." I said almost instantaneously. "Hey, since it's his birthday, why don't we help him get a closer look? He will love it!" I suggested.

"No! Please!" The Crying Child yelled. "Come on guys, let's give this little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal!" I continued, ignoring my little brother's cries. We all lifted him up and started walking towards the stage. "No! I don't want to go!" He pleaded. "You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer! Ha ha ha!" I said enthusiastically.

We were on the stage in front of the Fredbear animatronic. "Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" I said excitedly. The others agreed. "On THREE! One... two..." I started counting. Crying Child was in Fredbear's mouth whaling like a baby. We all laughed at him until- *SNAP*

We stopped and looked up to see- Fredbear had its mouth snapped shut with the Crying Child in it. He was bleeding heavily. Everyone in the pizzeria started screaming and evacuating. "What the hell!?" The Freddy Mask Bully yelled. "This wasn't supposed to happen!" The Chica Mask Bully said while taking off their mask.

"I think I'm gonna be sick..." The Bonnie Mask Bully said, holding his stomach and covering his mouth. I didn't say or do anything. I couldn't. I was in complete shock. "We gotta leave!" Said the Freddy Mask Bully. All three of them ran off the stage. I was still standing shocked in front of Fredbear.

There was blood on my shirt and my Foxy mask. I heard a door swing open. It was Henry and Father. They came out of their office to see what had happened. Henry rushed outside to talk to the customers and possibly the cops that arrived. Father stood outside the office door for a few seconds just looking at me.

He then came up on the stage and walked up behind me. He rested his hands on my shoulders and leaned down to my head level. "You know, you're just like me, Michael." He whispered. "I'm proud of you, son." He said with a smug grin at the end of his sentence. 'I'm proud of you, son.' Those words echoed in my head.

He was proud of me...? For killing my younger brother!? I started to feel a shiver down my spine and started shaking. "There's no need to be scared, bud." He said in a soothing tone. "I'll go talk to the police while you wait in my office, okay?" He continued. I nodded my head slowly.
"Good boy." He said as he left the stage.

I slowly turned around and walked to the office at a painfully slow pace. It felt like the walk of shame. How could I do that to my little brother...? All I felt was guilt, sadness, and fear. It wasn't supposed to go this way. I sat in one of the office chairs and put my head in my hands as I rested my elbows on my thighs and looked at the floor.

There were heavy teardrops sitting on my eyes ready to fall. I was about to burst out crying. But I held it back in. Who knows what Father would've done if he knew I cried... "If you don't stop crying, then I'll give you something to cry about." He would always say that. I don't know how much longer I could hold it in for... I can't cry. I can't. Father would be so angry.

I was still shaking. I couldn't stop it. How could I do this? Was there any way to prevent it? If I didn't come up with the stupid prank in the first place! I got up out of the chair and started pacing back and forth. If I hadn't been so stupid... If I hadn't been such a selfish prick. I pulled on my hair, squeezing my eyes shut.

My tears finally dropped. I started crying quietly. I dropped to the floor on my knees and covered my face, trying to wipe my tears. My breathing got heavy and shaky. I needed to compose myself. I tried taking deep breaths in and out... But it only made me start sobbing. Why couldn't I stop? I could barely hold myself up.

I tried to stand up slowly with the help of the chair. My legs were shaking now. I heard the entrance door to the pizzeria open and close. I was still crying. If it was Father, I would be done for... I tried to run to the bathroom but I ended up falling. I quickly got back up and tried to run again but- "Mikey~" I heard Father all out to me from behind me. What do I do!?

"U- Uhm, yes Father...?" I said in a sheepish tone while still facing away from where he was. "What were you trying to do?" He asked. "N- Nothing Father..." I said, trying to sound confident but failed. "Oh really?~" He questioned. I heard him slowly walk up to me. "Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked as he put his hands on my shoulders again.

"No, of course not." I said blankly but with a voice crack. Shit... "Are you lying?~" He asked in a playful tone. "Your voice always cracks when you lie." He stated as a witty remark. "I- If you knew that then w- why did you ask...?" I said in a kind of coarse yet polite tone. He laughs at this.

"I- I have a question for you..." I stated shyly. "Go on~" He said in the same playful tone as before as he played with my shirt collar. "What did you mean earlier by "'You're just like me'?" I asked in a serious tone. You'll find out soon enough Mikey." He replied with an enthusiastic tone.