The Girl Behind The Clown

The Mask

I wake up to screaming again.

But it's different.

It's not 8 or 9 Am like usual...

No....

It's 6 AM....

This wasn't Micheal....

I rush over to Chris' room to find him crying at the foot of his bed. Why was he not in bed? Why was there a Freddy plush on his bed laying against his pillows... he never did that...they were always in the corner of his room...
Never mind that Elizabeth! Your little brother is crying! You have to do something about it!
"Chris? You uh...ok?" I ask. Geez....how were mom and dad not hearing this? Why was I the one who had to deal with the...emotional stuff?
Chris looked up at me with slight fear, as if expecting to see someone, or something else.

"E-Elizabeth—I-I-they were—didn't you hear them?" He asked between hiccups. I walked over to him, putting my hand on his shoulder hesitantly.
"I don't know what you mean...just slow down ok?" I tried to remember what mommy used to say to me when I was his age...I was extremely emotional, it kind of ran in the family. It made me laugh knowing Micheal used to be just as much of a crybaby as Chris is now. But now emotions... or more...people in general....were kind of hard to deal with. "Just...take a deep breath and tell me what happened."

Chris did as I said, and soon calmed down.

He told me that the animatronics were in the house.

That they tried to kill him last night.

I told him it was all a nightmare, and that everything would be fine...

But I knew he didn't believe me

Later That Day

It was now 8 AM, and I heard crying again.
Mommy and Daddy were working early today so it was just the three of us.
I put my spoon back in my cereal bowel and walked over to the living room.
I saw Chris laying on the floor crying and Micheal behind the TV wearing—

No...

He didn't....

"MICHEAL!!!!" I screamed.

He turned to me, Foxy mask on and roared. I stomped over to him and attempted to take the mask back.
"Micheal! Daddy gave that to me! Give it back!" I screamed.

"Oh please, it's not like you ever use it!" He said, even though I couldn't see it, I knew he had that same sly grin on his face, and I hated it.

"Even so, I don't want you using MY stuff to scare Chris!!! And maybe I'll make another Foxy, and I guarantee that foxy would like to have a FACE!" Micheal just laughed at me, as Chris was whispering to his plush. But I didn't care. Daddy got me that mask, that's an original pre-eyepatch foxy mask, and I wasn't going to let it be used for something as childish as scaring my five year old brother!

"You do understand that your precious robots, which will never work, can't feel anything right? I mean their just dumb robots!" He said. This probably shouldn't have angered me as much as it did...but it angered me anyway. Humans were so strange...complicated...confusing....and I knew I was also human, but it didn't mean I understood other ones.
"Don't say that! They probably feel more than you do! They don't spend their day scaring innocent kids! They don't spend their miserable life trying to be the cool kid! At least they have dignity, while you're just a jerk!!!" I ran over to my room and slammed the door shut....I'm pretty sure I left both Micheal and Chris in silence.... because I couldn't hear any crying....and I didn't hear any movement...