I'm still standing.

Part one.

Writers note: okay so please ready my description before reading. It has all the trigger warnings! This chapter will be about the bite of '83 and how Evan survived it.
Please enjoy :)

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Evan was playing a arcade game with Charlotte. He was talking to her about plushies and about how he collects them.
Even though she doesn't say too many words she was still pretty good at getting along with him. They were both having a good time until Evan big brother, Micheal, came along.
He came with his three friends and they were all just teasing Evan.
He noticed Evan fredbear plush and took it.
"Oh! Do you like fredbear? Well little bro don't we have a suprise for you!"
He smirked before grabbing his little brother by the hand.
"HEY NO!"
Evan tried to get Micheal grip off of him, but his grip was too tight.
The teenagers were laughing at the poor little boy.
Charlotte was tryna get them to leave Evan alone but it would work.
One of the boys even pushed her down on the ground.
Through the tears in his eyes he can see a outline of the Fredbear animatronic.
He kept squirming and struggling, even getting a few cut marks on his skin from how much he was tryna get out of the hands of his own big brother.
Than Micheal put him up close to fredbear face.
Him and his friends were laughing.
Evan kept screaming and sobbing.
"PLEASE PUT ME DOWN!!"
"Oh you guys, I think he says he wants to give Fredbear a big ol' kiss!"
Micheal laughed as he put Evan even closer to fredbear face, soon putting him in the animatronic mouth.
He soon started to hyperventilate as he felt the animatronic try to talk as he was in his mouth.
WHY WERE THEY LAUGHING!?
IS THIS SOME SICK JOKE TO THEM!?
Evan couldn't understand a single thing.
Evan could see the teenagers laughing at him and Charlotte just in the back just watching them, he couldn't blame her.
She was only 3, what else could she do?
He kept trying to push himself out the animatronic as he felt his tears stream down his face into the animatronics mouth.
And than he felt the animatronic stop working and just malfunction.
The pressure of the mouth pressing down on his skull was horribly painful and than he heard a...

SNAP.

He felt the mouth press down on his head.
Blood spewed on the teeth of the animatronic but than the animatronic just stopped working midway.
Thank goodness.
If the animatronic didn't stop working it would have killed the poor boy.
It stopped functioning and just stood there.
Evan soon passed out due to blood loss.
The ambulance was called and he was immediately rushed to the hospital.

William was at the pizza place with Henry, closing it down.
William was furious.
He was yelling at Micheal.
Telling him how he shouldn't have gone to far, how he could have KILLED his own brother.
But Micheal didn't care about what he was saying.
He was just so worried about Evan.
I mean he was still alive but it's still kinda scary knowing that your the reason your own little brother is in the hospital cause of a prank that went too far.
Henry was cleaning the blood off of
the animatronic, Charlotte was watching him while she was sitting at a party table.
When he was done, he walked over to her and sat next to her.
He didn't know what to say really.
He didn't wanna say the wrong thing.
Charlotte and Evan are very very close friends.
She probably doesn't even understand what is even going.
He just hugged her until he heard William walk over to him.
"Oh, hey I'm done cleaning the place. We are ready to close down."
He stood up and putted his hand on his friend shoulder.
But william looked angry and irritated.
I mean Henry expected him to not be happy, but why is he mad?
Was he still mad about Micheal?
Maybe.
He stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking.
"Keep your kids away from my kids."
Henry was confused.
What?
What did his kids do?
"What? Why?"
"Cause your daughter did absolutely nothing when my son almost DIED."
"Well that isnt her fault or my fault! She is only 3! What do you want her to do?"
"She was only fucking standing there like a ret*rd. (I reclaim slur btw)"
His eyes widen.
His own co-worker called his own daughter an idiot.
"What the fuck is wrong with you. SHE IS JUST A TODDLER."
"SHE SHOULD KNOW THE DIFFERENT BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG. I SHOULD FUCKING SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF HER!"
Henry immediately picked up his daughter and backed away from William.
He felt a rage burning inside him.
Micheal was right behind William, it was just noticed that he had a bloody nose..what happened?
He looked at Micheal and then William.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? I know what happened must be stressful for you but that isn't an excuse. For fuck sake you threatened my kid and you possibly hurt your own kid. Don't expect me working with you for a while. We can talk when your willing to apologize to me. I hope Evan gets better. Bye William."
He left, still holding his daughter.
William watched them leave.
He felt himself get pissed.
He wanted to fucking strangle Henry.
He wanted to strangle everybody around him.
He look over at Micheal.
"Go to the car. I will be there soon."
He looked at his own son as if he wanted him to die.
Micheal nodded and left the restaurant.
William looked around the restaurant.
He felt as if he should shut it down, it would be best so there doesn't have to be any more accidents.

While he was getting ready to leave, he kept thinking about his hatred towards Henry.
His own co-worker kid just let his kid get brutally bullied into a fucking hospital.
He wants to show that fucker.
He wants to hurt him.
But he can't, Henry is 100% stronger than William but you wanna know who isn't?
His daughter.
Charlotte.
William smiled as he thought about it.
It would be the best revenge.

After a few hours, Micheal soon watches his father walk out the restaurant.
He feels a pit in his stomach.
He knows it's gonna be a long ass ride of just being yelled at and being called a disappointment.
Whatever.
He slowly just sighs and let's it happen.
He hears the front car door open and the car engine start.
He looks at his father.
"Don't look at me."
He sounds like he will kill his own son if he even makes one single eye contact with him.
Micheal immediately turns away and looks out the window.
After a few minutes William talks again.
"Your mother will be so disappointed. You will probably even make her cry."
Micheal eyes widen.
He doesn't really care about his shit for brains dad but his mom?
Oh my god.
He is right.
She will be so heartbroken.
Her own son hurts her other son.
This makes him hope that Evan lives.
He feels a lump in his throat, he might cry.
His father seems to notice his sensitive behavior.
"Are you really about to cry? After what you done? Your so fucking selfish."
He looked at his dad with pure anger and hatred before looking back out the window.
Soon the car stops at their house.
Micheal walks out the car before his dad and runs inside.
He ingores everybody.
His mom.
His little sister.
Everyone.
He brings himself into his room and goes into his bed.
He just lays there.
He felt tears fill up in his eyes.
He feels the same lump in his throat again.
He clutches his hands into fists.
He felt so many emotions.
He was angry at himself for going too far with that joke.
He was terrified if Evan would die.
But most of all.
He felt guilt.
The worse guilt you could ever feel.
The guilt that makes you wanna kill yourself.
It's like you don't know what else to do to make people forgive you except that.
God dammit his own fucking dad wants him dead.
His own dad broke his nose out of anger.
Soon Micheal broke down into tears.
He was sobbing.
He was sobbing for hours.
He wanted to sob forever.
He wanted to die.
He felt like a monster.
He curled into a ball.
He kept saying the same thing.
'I'm sorry.'
'I'm sorry.'
'I'm sorry.'
'I'm sorry.'
'I'm sorry.'
'I'm sorry.'
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Evan was soon said to be alive.
He went through many many surgeries, luckily it didn't really affect his appearance, he just needed a metal plate for his skull.
He was in a coma for a little bit but he soon woke up.
William was going to pick Evan up but he was busy doing something so it had to be Clara.
She was so relieved to see her baby okay.
But he sadly acted different.
He had a much harder time talking.
He was able to say words but it was hard to pronounce sentences, he had a stutter.
The weirdest part was that he forgave Micheal so easily.
He really loved his brother.
But all that mattered was that Evan was alive and well.
The best thing is only lasted 5 months until he woke up.
But than things became weird when they brought Evan home, he would just stay in his room.
Talking to his plushie.
He wouldn't come out for dinner or anything.
It would concern Clara to the point where she called a psychiatrist.
Evan got diagnosed with PTSD and schizophrenia.
Luckily it wasn't too bad to the point where he had to be sent to a ward.
Well atleast when he was younger.
Nobody knew it would become worse over time but nobody paid attention.
The doctors only gave him medication and told him to take them daily.
Sometimes Evan would, sometimes he wouldn't.
He would sometimes say how the taste like fur.

But again.
All that matters is that he is now home and physically safe.

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Writers note:
Hey so again, there was a slur in this chapter, I'm letting you guys know again, I RECLAIM THE SLUR!
Also if you have any tips for my writing please tell me! Just don't be mean please🥲
Anyways I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Bye!!! :)