Short FNAF drabbles

It was an Accident...right?

     The whole thing was grotesque. As if a spectral hand took his mouth and clomped it around his head. Evan began squealing and kicking as he was shoved into the golden bear's mouth. He was suspended for a second, choking and sobbing, before anyone mobilized to help. I think part of our brains assumed it was some kind of bizarre nightmare or else a crazy television scene. I remember seeing his blood, it was as bright as any field-born poppy.

     Sometimes my mind can't stop wondering why I did it. Maybe there's an alternate
universe where he lived, one in which I followed my responsibilities. I think of it, but my heart becomes heavy, like it wants to stop beating and I have to snap myself out of it. It was an accident. He's dead and gone, and morbid fantasies don't help.