The Slacker sleepless nights

Face to face with the past

He looked up to see that he was hiding behind a wall and right in front of him was his sister standing near to a robot which had similar body structure as her. He suddenly felt a sense of dread rush through him. Every single one of his senses were telling him to just pull Lizzy away from that thing. But he for some reason, he felt his feet rooted to the ground as if not allowing him to interfere. He could do nothing but watch.

"Don't tell daddy that I'm watching. I wanted to watch your show too."

He never understood how can a literal children like these creepy things. Especially that white fat looking makeup overload clown.

"I don't know why he won't let me see you, your wonderful."

The ugly looking clown just stopped and suddenly an ice-cream came out her stomach.

'I guess she was telling the truth about the ice-cream thing but why do I feel like something bad is just about to happen again.'

He felt goosebumps as he saw Lizzy walking closer. When she was about to take the ice-cream, he suddenly began running out of pure instincts and fear but it was too late. The clown grabbed and crushed her whole body. And Cale could do nothing but watch. He even heard the bones crunching. It sounded disgusting.

He was on his knees right in front of the clown. His face full of nothing but despair as tears started rolling down his face, he couldn't stop crying. He turned around and saw his brother looking at him. Maybe he could help?

Cale was just about to call out to him but stopped. He couldn't speak. He knew his brother won't help him. Why? His face said it all.

'He hates me.'

That line repeated again and again in his mind. His brother saw it happen too. But instead of helping, he was blaming Cale.

Cale felt another hand grabbed him but this time, it all happen to fast.

First he was standing next to his father who was talking to a police officer asking about Lizzy, then he was on the ground with his brother wearing his scary mask along with some other people, then people telling him how insane or crazy or dumb or other names when he told them about Lizzy and then finally, he was under a table at a birthday party. He looked around as he realizes whose birthday is being celebrated.

'Today's my birthday.'

He was still sitting on the floor under the table hugging his knees tightly to his chest in a pure need for comfort. When again suddenly he was grabbed by the shoulders by a large pair of hands and was being carried. The hands belonged to those masked people. They carried him throughout the pizzeria. He was kicking and pushing them away trying to defend himself but he was too weak.

He looked around and a desperate search for help but everybody was just laughing at him as if what was happening in front of them was pure entertainment. How could bullying someone be funny? Especially if it's as clear as day the child was traumatized.

Without even a second to spare, when they were in front of the springlocked golden freddy, they shoved his head inside his mouth. Cale cried and begged for them to get him out but they just laughing at him. He screamed and begged but nobody responded. And that's when baam. His frontal lobe crushed completely, what a nice birthday present.

He could hear people screaming out to him in hopes of him waking him up. That was the last thing he could hear before everything went black.

"Cale! Wake up!"