𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻 | FNAF

2 - Bedtime Story

1:31 AM, Bedroom

Y/N woke up, feeling the back of his throat dry. He groggily opened his eyes, staring off to nothing but pitch black in his room.

He slowly wiggled out of bed as the cold air breezed through him.

He couldn't make out an object or anything in the dark - except for his feet (one covered with a cast) and pyjama pants. He decided to bring a flashlight with him just in case.

It felt uncomfortable walking with a cast but Y/N could manage a bit of walking with it.

As he stepped out of his room, he could see a glint of light coming from the end of the hallway. He followed to where the light source was emitting from, leading to the living room.

The TV was left on playing He-Man & Masters Of The Universe.

Y/N went around to see Michael sleeping peacefully on the couch. His arm hung off from the couch, spilling the soda that was in his hand. There were also crumbs of potato chips scattered around the floor.

Y/N lifted his (uninjured) leg and dusted the smaller crumbs off his feet.

Michael shivered from the cold. Y/N stared at his sleeping brother for a second before going into his (Michael's) room, bringing out a thick blanket.

He carefully tucked him in. Michael seemed to sink in the warmth of the blanket as he adjusted himself comfortably. Y/N slowly slithered the empty soda can off from his hand, placing it on the coffee table before leaving the sleeping Afton alone.

Quietly opening the kitchen's refrigerator, he opened the bottle cap and gulped down a small amount of water. After finishing his late-night quest, he tiredly trudged back to his room.

Suddenly, he heard a creaking noise from somewhere.

He swivelled and shone his flashlight around the hallway.

"Who's there?" He whispered, searching for whatever is beyond the darkness. He continued to walk for a bit until a door creaked open.

He shone his flashlight in the direction where the sound came from, spotting brown-ish hair. Y/N lowered his flashlight and was met with a wide-eyed Evan, who squinted his eyes upon making contact with the bright light.

"Evan?" Y/N peered the flashlight off from the boy's eyes. "Why are you up at 1 AM?"

Evan glanced at the floor as he embraced the yellow plush bear tighter in his arms. "I had a nightmare," The smaller boy murmured.

Y/N sighed. Well, another responsibility to take care of I guess. "Come on, let's go into your room," The older Afton ushered the boy back to his bedroom.

Evan's room was larger than any of the rooms in their household including Y/N's bedroom. He wanted to admit, he was slightly jealous. Evan gets everything he needs since he is the youngest Afton in the family - it's like a perk that's exclusive to youngest siblings only.

Y/N tucked his brother in bed and turned on the moon-shaped nightlamp. "Go to bed." The older Afton commanded. He was about to leave when he felt a tight tug on his sleeve.

"Don't leave," Evan pleaded, who was already stressed by his brother's short departure, "Please. I- I'm scared."

He sat down on the edge of the bed.

Evan wiggled himself off the blanket and sat up from the bed. "Can you read me a bedtime story?" The boy requested. Y/N looked down and Evan shot him sparkling puppy eyes.

"Alright, fine. Promise me you'll go to bed after this," He searched through one of the cubbies that had 'BOOKS' labelled above.

He pulled out three; one of those books being Goldilocks and the Three Bears and Three Little Pigs. He dusted the imaginary dust off the covers.

"Alright, which one do you want me to read?" Y/N averted his attention to him.

Evan observed each book cover and thought for a moment before making up his mind. "Can you read Three Little Pigs, please? It's my, um... what was that word?"

"Favourite?" Y/N guessed.
"Uh-huh! Favourite." Evan repeated.

"Typical choice for a kid like you. Sure," He stacked the other books back into the cubby, sitting on the bed with the chosen book in his hands.

Evan rested his chin on the older Afton's shoulder, assuring him to start reading.

Y/N flipped to the first page. "Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. They were building houses for each of them." He blankly said, feeling his dull eyes bore quickly.

He flipped to the next page. "The first little pig built his house of straw while the middle brother decided to build a house of sticks. They were done with building their houses very quickly and without much hard work."

Y/N flailed his arms slightly, "Wow, this is boring. You enjoy books like these?"

"Keep reading!" Evan whined, earning an eye roll from the Afton.

"Fine, fine. Whatever." He scrunched his nose in confusion. "I can't read this."

"What, why?" Evan perked his head.

"Yeah, uhh," Y/N scratched the back of his neck, showing the smaller Afton the page. Half of the text was scribbled over with a black and brown crayon. "I think this is an old book of mine." He sheepishly grinned, quickly turning to the next part.

"Suddenly, a big bad wolf popped up from the woods. The little pig got scared and quickly hid in his house made of straws. The big bad wolf huffed and puffed and blew the house down in seconds." God this book is insufferable, no wonder I drew on the pages, he grumbled.

He noticed that his brother was starting to become noticeably tired. "The little pig ran to his middle brother's house made of sticks. The wolf now came to this house and blew it down in hardly any time. Now, both the terrified pigs ran to their oldest brother's house which was made of bricks."

He heard a tired yawn. Evan rubbed his eyes and blinked slowly, keeping his attention glued to the book.

Just when I knew making him tired was that easy. Y/N subtly smiled. It was funny how his brother tried to stay awake, although his eyelids were resisting.

Y/N continued to read until his brother eventually dozed into sleep. "..And the three little pigs lived happily ever after," He murmured the last part of the text before closing the book.

Y/N shifted Evan down on the bed and tucked him in his Freddy-themed blanket. He slithered the Fredbear plush into his embrace which Evan immediately sank into, smiling upon feeling its warmth.

He churned the music box, making it play a calm melody, placing it on the nightstand.

"Night," Y/N whispered before tip-toeing out of the bedroom, closing the door shut.

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WORD COUNT: 1162 words (shortest chapter ever omg)