WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87?!?!

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(June 4 2024: It's not that good btw since I'm not usually a writer but I'm proud of this and wanted to share it. I'm also breaking this down into chapters so you don't have to read a whole thing of shitty writing)

tw: mention of gore i guess for the first paragraph (what do you expect it's FNaF)

The night of my brother's birthday ended in a brutal incident. My brother, Evan, dangling from the animatronics mouth, blood dripping from his crushed head. Tears and blood staining onto the golden-yellow fur of Fredbear, his lifeless silver eyes staring into the distance still in song and dance. Evans cries and screams for help seeming to ring through my ears. "Mikey?" a muffled voice was heard. Our faces went pale as I took off my red fox mask, tears running down my cheeks. I feel an arm on my shoulder and then...

"Mikey?" My younger sister called,
"What do you what, Elizebeth?" I shouted back. No reply. I slowly got up from my bed putting on my usual plain grey tank top. "Breakfast!" My father called from the kitchen.
"COMING!" I yelled back, I grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs kicking out the toys on the floor away from my path. I sit down at the table, throwing my bag to the side, and then started eating the bacon and eggs, "What did you need before Elizebeth?" I called out as I saw her walking down the stairs.
"I was going to ask you to help me and Evan figure out how long until his birthday, but mummy helped," she smiled, I rolled my eyes in annoyance by the fact that she just bothered me for no reason. "2 days until the party!" Evan called out happily from the living room.

After breakfast I picked up my bag again and my Foxy mask and headed out the front door, "I'm going out with the guys!" I yelled out as a red truck pulled up outside the house. "GET IN LOSER!" Jeremy called reaching over Mark to beep the horn, "HEY!" Mark said, pushing Jeremy to the back of the truck.
'November 12th 1983, Hurricane Utah, playing the rock you need for your sunny Saturday afternoon' the radio was blasting in the background as the group were talking about what to order at the pizzeria. "I heard they made good Ham and Cheese pizzas," Simon claimed, his wide childish grin begging for the pizza. Mark ruffled Simons short dark curly hair, "I'll just have garlic bread." As they arrived at their destination, a moderately large building with pale yellow paint on the walls and a flashing sign saying 'Fredbears Family Diner' with their mascot Fredbear on the sign waving, Jeremy noticed a sign out front. "Huh, they're hiring" Jeremy said pointing out the sign. "Doesn't your dad run the place, Michael?" Mark smirked, getting an idea, his black hair falling in front of his pale skinned face. I rolled my eyes in annoyance grabbing my bag out of the back of the truck, I threw a brown bear mask, representing Freddy, at Jeremy. A yellow chicken mask, representing Chica, at Simon. A Blue rabbit mask, representing Bonnie, at Mark. Lastly, I put on my red fox mask, representing Foxy, as the others6 put their masks on. "Yeah, so what if my dad co-runs the place? Do you want a job or something?" I said sarcastically already knowing the answer as I look at Jeremy's pleading eyes through the bear mask, "Fine." I say in defeat, "I'll ask him tonight."