My Fright (sequel to My Ennard)

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November 17, 1983.

Max was the first person awake.

Not that he slept anymore. The Nightmares made sure of that. Demonised animatronics that ripped apart family, friends, humans. Lives. It had been about a week since the Sister Location to Fredbear's burned down (a genius idea of his dumbass father. Stupid, but better), but Max still thought he heard noises down there. Down in the basement.

His father, William Afton, and sister, Eliza, had both been taken by the animatronics down there. His mom had died mysteriously, nobody knew why. All he had? His brother. Adam James Afton.

Right, and he's helped you sooo much.

Cue the voices.

Max was probably insane. He knew this. He had nobody to turn to. Ever since Ellie had died, Adam had turned abusive. Locking Max in his room, haunting his every step. He was the cause of the Nightmares. The voices in his head that he heard so often as the flat line rang in his ears whenever they screamed through the doors. Foxy hid in the closet. Foxy represented Adam. The worst.

All voices?

Of course, there was one more. He called him Friendbear, for the joke and for lack of a better name. He took the form of a little golden bear Ellie had given him for his birthday last year, just two days before her own. Then she died, and his mom died, and his dad died, and he was left alone with Adam.

But you have me to keep you company.

Friendbear was, sadly, his best friend.

I'm your only friend.

He had been there for him through everything. When he was crying, Friendbear was there, with an arm around his neck, hugging him, protecting him. He moved. Max knew it. He wasn't crazy on that. But of course, the Nightmares, bent on making his life pain, ruined that as well. Friendbear wasn't in his nightmares, but Fredbear was. Max hated him. He competed with Foxy for biggest dick in the dreams. There was no warning, he would just show up. Like the boss, Nightmare, he was certainly the second most demonic (Nightmare being the first, of course). But Foxy was the one he hated most.

What about Plushtrap?

Max had a rather confusing relationship with the plush rabbit that haunted him after the Nightmares. On one hand, he could easily compete with the Freddles (behind his back, on his bed, demonised versions of the bear everyone loved hissed) for the most annoying piece of shit in the Nightmares. On the other hand, he was the friendliest Nightmare. He did his job, his death threats, his little 'fun with Plushtrap' game, but he gave him encouragement. His occasional little cheers of "flashlight!" And "you're doing great!" Made Max sort of like him.

Even during the Nightmares, he'd catch occasional glimpses of Plushtrap being a drama queen. Elaborately, And kind of homosexually, gesturing to doors, closets, and "look behind you." In a voice that was supposed to be spooky so as not to ruin the atmosphere.

It was his birthday.

Right, yeah. We still celebrate your birthday?

It was being hosted at Fredbears.

There's no possible way this will succeed.

Adam Would be there.

You're going to die, Max.

Friendbear was right.

A/N:

I feel like Friendbear's a tad bit angry that Max keeps forgetting about him.

Anyway, welcome back to the sequel to My Ennard. Don't worry, the whole book isn't about Max. There will be some commercial breaks.

Welcome to My Fright. Set in 2017. Future. Everything's antique.

And spoiler alert, there's the return of someone we all love.

And it's not Baby 'cause she's a lil' piece of shit.