FNAF Stuff - Oneshots!

Little Brother

AN: This is from FNAF4, soooo expect spoilers if you haven't seen it. If you have seen it, then you can guess whose POV's is it. And not all the scenes are accurate, I just rolled with it XP.

I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't. I just can't.

I stared at nothing but white. White walls. White room.

A Hospital.

One figure on the bed.

I blinked. I stared.

It all happened in one day.

My fault.

Flashbacks began.

...

"Come on, guys! Let's get him a bit closer!" I grinned as soon as my friends agreed with my statement, hoisting up my brother, who was crying struggling to get free.

We wore masks to his party. I wore Foxy's, he looked very cool and the best. And as a plus, the whole Freddy's Fazbear Pizzeria place to ourselves! This party is going to great.

"NO! PLEASE!" He screamed, wanting to break free from my friends grip. Heh. He was always weak. There was never one time where he would get away from me.

We laughed at his screams, taking my brother a closer to the animantronics. He loved the plushies, and the animantronics but hates it when we force him to go close. The wuss.

He began to scream harder, struggle a lot more. But we were older. More stronger than this weakling. I laughed, he was such a crybaby!

We stopped in front of his 'Best Friends', Fredbear. Heh. Only babies like him would think that his dollies were friends! That's why he's such a weirdo. And we had took pride on teasing him, he knows his place.

"Now! Shall we make him have a much closer look?" Everyone had smirked at my question. They knew about my plan, and we need this to freak him out. And it will be hilarious.

The Animantronics on stage, Fredbear and that golden bunny. Name's either Golden Bonnie or something I don't care. They seemed to not notice us; well at least the bunny didn't, he was just strumming music on his yellow guitar.

Fredbear, however, looked straight at me. But I didn't flinch. They were just dumb animatronics. They don't have emotions or stuff like that. But they were good at what they do, I'll give 'em that much.

"On Three!" My friend wearing the Bonnie Mask piped up. We agreed.

"NO! PLEASE! I-I'LL DO ANYTHING! PL-PLEASE, STOP!" He began to weep even louder than I heard him before. He trashed around harder. I faltered inside.

'Dude. I think we're taking this a little bit too far. Look at him!' One part of me had thought. I shook that thought away and shoved it to the back of my mind. 'The Crybaby derseves it. Afterall-...'

I shook out of it. The others had waited for my word, and I smirked and nodded. They grinned back.

"One..." I counted, and they got ready grin thrown towards each other, and my brother had even more tears streaming down his face and I noticed that he didn't move as much. I wasn't bothered. He was always like that.

"Two..." Sobs came from the little crybaby called my brother, he nearly stopped moving. Giggles came from my friend wearing the Chica Mask. The one in the Freddy Mask merely grinned at my brother's reaction.

"THREE!" He stopped struggling, and we heaved him upwards and into the animatronic's mouth; Fredbear's mouth to be exact.

We laughed at how wide his eyes are, tears spilling down his eyes and how he was absolutely freaked out. Mission accomplished.

We were about to pull him out. We were. I swear it.

But as soon as we placed him there, laughing and staring and my brother, whose head was inside the animatronic, a big CHOMP! was heard. I bet it can be heard throughout the place and even outside.

Our eyes widened. We froze. We didn't do anything. I heard a scream, but currently, I don't care who had done it, even if it's someone manly.

Just stared at Fredbear, who just bit down on my brother's head.

...

I blinked out of my thoughts. I was sitting down on a chair next to a bed. Holding my little brother.

Looking at him on the hospital bed, my brother looked really small, smaller than I realised when I still teased and bullied him. But it was the only time that he had looked relaxed, peaceful even, probably because I wasn't harrassing him this time. Blood seeped into the freshly wrapped bandages around his head, all machines stuck into him and it looks really crowded with all of them.

I didn't know what to feel about this. One part of me was right. I did took it too far. They told me that the Bite (that I had caused) had took out a part of the brain from my brother. The doctors think that my brother won't wake up after this.

The Pizzeria might close down after this bite. My fault.

I was horrified, shocked, angry and other emotions.

"I don't know if you can hear me..." I stated slowly, almost like a whisper. I was told that in a coma like he was in, the patient could still hear us. I took his little hand in mine, gave it a squeeze before releasing it immediately. This would probably be the only time where I care. I don't think I could do this with him, ever again.

Glancing down at my hands, my vision had started to blur. I blinked in surprise, realising that my eyes started to sting from tears.

Heh. I'm such a hypocrite. Now, look who's the Crybaby, this time.

"I'm sorry..." I finished. Tears broke through and went down my face, I didn't sob like he did, I just cried.

Leaving me alone to my thoughts, I looked at him, then smiled slightly.

Then I heard a cold whisper, as if wanting revenge. I froze at what it had said. No.

You broke my best friend.