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Chapter 6: Deadly Curiosity

Scotty never truly understood what happened to his sister. All he knew was that it was because of an incedent at Fredbear's - another reason for him to hate the place. So, he headed into the kitchen later that day and talked to his dad about it.

"Dad, what happened at Fredbear's that killed Mary?"

"I already told you, Junior, she snuck into the maintenance closet without permission and got stabbed by some metal that was sticking out of one of the machines."

"What kind of machine has a piece of sharp metal sticking out of it?"

"It was a broken pepperoni cutter, son. One of the blades got bent outward. That's why it was in the maintenance closet and not in the kitchen."

"Oh," Scotty replied. "I guess that makes sense."

"Yeah, it's a but hard to understand, but you're to little to get it. Plus, you haven't even seen the machine before like I have, so it makes more sense to me."

"I guess."

"Hey, what's wrong, buddy?"

"I just wish she was here. I miss her so much."

"I miss her too, buddy. Just remember that I am here, and so is Mark. He may be a pain sometimes, but I can guarantee you that he still cares about you. He just doesn't show it. Trust me. You'll see on Saturday at your birthday party. You'll notice then."

"Trust me, Dad, he doesn't. Not anymore."

"You're wrong, buddy. He just has had a hard time since your mom died. It's hit him really hard. Thinking about it frustrates him, and it piles up over time. Unfortunately, he has had to take it out on you."

"He doesn't have to do anything. He has chosen to take it out on me. Besides, I don't even believe that's the reason. I think he just enjoys seeing my pain and suffering."

"That is not true, buddy. I promise."

"Like your promises mean anything."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Scotty sighed.

"Nothing, Dad."

"No, something is apparently wrong."

"Nothing is wrong, Dad. I'm fine."

"No, I must have done something to break your trust. What is it, Junior?"

"Well, you said you were going to talk over my birthday with me."

"I'm sorry, buddy. I just... To be honest, I need a little more time to think about it, okay?"

"Okay..." Scotty finished, walking back up to his room.

When he got back into his bedroom, he sat down with his back against the door and cried.

Why does everybody hate me? I always think of what I am going to do for everyone else's birthday a week before it, not just a day or two before like Dad and Mark. I bet Dad hasn't even given my birthday a single thought. He probably didn't even remember when it was until I reminded him of it. He probably doesn't know my age, either. Am I just a burden to this family? Am I just making things hard for them? Maybe I should just go. It would help them out. I wouldn't have to deal with the bullying anymore. I'd get to see Mary and my mother again. That's what I really want. I want to get to know my mother since I never did as a baby. I want to be with Mary again. She was the only one who cared about me.

All of these thoughts made Scotty cry even harder. All he wanted was to be loved. Unfortunately, no one seemed to at this point. It seemed like everyone hated him.

"We don't hate you," Fredbear said. "We are your friends."

Scotty then looked over at his three other plush toys. Bonnie was amazing. He could play the guitar as well as rabbit-like things. Chica was great, too. She could Serve food quicker than a teenage girl on Black Friday.

Foxy, however... Foxy could hardly do anything anymore. Whatever he could do, he couldn't do very well. He couldn't see, hear, taste, or smell anything since his head was ripped off. He wasn't dead, though, since he's a plushie. Scotty has been doing his best to help him, since he's one of his best friends. Scotty had to help him eat, which was really hard since he didn't have a mouth. He had to take some of the plastic toy food that he plays with and push it down where Foxy's throat would be if he had one. Scotty only did this because Foxy was his friend, and, plush toy or not, Scotty wanted to help him, just like they have helped him. No, toys don't need to eat, but it was all that Scotty could think to do to help, considering the circumstances.

Scotty then turned back to Fredbear with a face full of tears. He loved Fredbear more than anything in the world at the moment. Fredbear was a better brother and friend than Mark by far. You could almost say that Fredbear is actually Scotty's sibling. Wherever Scotty went for his birthday, no matter what he did, he was going to bring Fredbear with him. He didn't need Mark to be there. The same would go for his father had his father not been the one who was going to drive him to wherever he was going.

That reminded Scotty of something. He checked the time. It had already been a good few hours since he last talked to his father. Really? It's been that long? Dad has to have thought of something by now.

"Dad?" he asked, running down the stairs.

"What's up, son?"

"What are we doing for my birthday party, exactly?"

"We're going out to eat, where there will be balloons and cake and all sorts of fun stuff."

"One last question, Dad."

"What's that, son?"

"For the party, where will we be going to eat?"