The Fall of the Aftons

136: Evan Afton

Evan wandered around the arcade area of Fredbear's, rubbing his forearms. Even though it was seventy-something degrees in the building, there were still goosebumps along his arms. He wasn't cold, though. He was nervous and apprehensive. Last he was aware, there wasn't a set time for the prank, so he had no idea when it would start. The anticipation was making him jittery.

Someone suddenly tapped his shoulder, making him jump. He turned around, not surprised to see the new girl from across the street, who happened to be his newest friend.

The girl, whose name was Cindy, smiled sadly at him. "Sorry for scaring you. You didn't hear me say your name."

"It's fine," he mumbled, shrugging slightly. "What's up?"

"Aren't you going to play any games?" she asked, motioning to the many arcade games around them. "You've been standing around for, like, the past twenty minutes. It's your party! You should be having fun, just like your guests!"

He hesitated. He didn't want to play games. He didn't even want to have his birthday here. He would've rathered to have his party at home. But it was a family tradition to have birthday parties at any of the Fazbear Entertainment installments, so he didn't have a choice. "I guess so," he finally answered, shrugging indifferently. He took out one of his Fazcoins from his shorts' pockets, inspecting it momentarily. "I don't have a goal for tickets, though."

Cindy giggled. "Oh, yeah, I forgot about your ticket goals." She turned halfway to look at the prize counter. "What about the bunny?" She looked back at him, grinning. "Springbonnie, right? I'm certain we could get enough tickets to get it if we work together."

He hummed thoughtfully. "I guess so," he mumbled, yawning. He was exhausted after barely getting any sleep last night. "I don't have that one yet. I only have Fredbear from here."

"Happy birthday, crybaby," Michael's voice said from behind him, making him flinch.

This must be it.

Evan turned around to look at his brother, backing away a few steps. "C-Cut it out, Mike," he stammered nervously, even though he knew that Michael didn't have a choice. He wished that he had brought Fredbear with him; he always hugged Fredbear when he was nervous, but now he can't do that.

"Yeah, Michael, stop it," Frederick said mockingly, then snickered as he elbowed Michael in the gut.

"Or else he's gonna start crying," Mark joined in, laughing. He leaned forward, his hands on his knees as he shoved his face in front of Evan's. "You gonna cry, crybaby?"

Cindy stepped in front of him, shoving Mark back an inch or two. "Cut it out, you jerks! It's his birthday, give him a break!"

"Wow, lookee here," Simon said, snickering. "The crybaby needs a girl to protect him. A girl!" He laughed, the others joining in.

"You guys are such bullies! Go do your damn jobs and leave him alone!" she demanded. But, unfortunately, she had no power against them.

Michael stepped behind Evan and lifted him off of the ground. "Come on, guys, let's go give him his birthday present: getting up and close in person with Fredbear!"

"Put me down!" Evan squealed, punching Michael's arm in an attempt to get him to drop him. He continued to flail as the other boys grabbed him, helping carry him up to the stage. "Michael, stop it, please!" he cried, tears starting to fall from his eyes. Were they really going to go through with the dangerous part of the prank?

"Did you hear that, guys?" Mark asked, stepping down from the stage alongside Simon as Frederick and Michael held Evan in place. "He wants to give Fredbear a big kiss! Now isn't that sweet?"

Michael lifted Evan from the stage floor, holding him up. Evan squealed and flailed, trying to get his brother to drop him. "Stop, please! This isn't a good idea!" he begged, hiccupping.

With some hesitation, Michael helped Frederick push Evan's head inside Fredbear's jaw. All of the boys laughed except for Michael, all of the boys gathering in the front of the stage as Evan kicked Fredbear's stomach, trying to pry himself loose.

A deep creak came from the joints of Fredbear's metal mouth.

Oh, no.

"M-Mikey, help!" he cried, tears forming in his eyes. "I-I-I think something's happening—"

Pressure started to press down on his head, making his head feel like it was going to explode.

"Ow, ow, Mike, please! S-Something's happening!" he shrieked, panic coursing through his veins. "I-I-It feels like he's b-biting down on my—"

Something snapped, and everything went black.