A Brother's Sorrow [REWRITE]

Chapter 4

-News Broadcast~ 2 hours later-
Authorities have discovered the body of a young boy on the outskirts of Hurricane,Colorado. The body sported many lacerations and was missing all of its limbs. If you have any tips on the culprit of this gruesome murder, please report it to the toll number on screen now.

-News Broadcast~ 3 days later-
Autopsy reports have identified the victim as Christopher Afton, the last living child of co-founder of the hit restaurant Fredbear's Family Diner William Afton. Several controversies have popped up, with rumors that William is a negligent father or, even more sinister, that he had a hand in all their deaths. Detectives are still working to determine the culprit of this murder.

-News Broadcast~ 2 weeks later-
After the tragedy that struck his family, Afton has given the call to close Fredbear's for good. The TV series has also been cancelled as Henry Miller himself was found dead, which authorities have determined was a suicide. The unfortunate demise of Fredbear's Family Diner will haunt the residents of Hurricane for years to come.

~~~~~~~10 Years Later~~~~~~~

An older teen stood outside the homeless shelter, staring up at the rising sun upon the city skyline. His hood was pulled over his head with a worn red scarf concealing the bottom half of his face. Dark brown hair peeked out from underneath the navy blue hood, dangling over the boy's dull eyes. He twiddled his thumbs, patiently waiting for the shelter to open so he could get his breakfast. He had lost the latest dumpster war, after all. An older drug addict had kicked him out of his food supply a week ago, and now he was forced to rely on the homeless shelter for a meager meal.

He cocked his head to the side, as if he was listening to someone despite there being no one around, and grinned. There was apparently a rumor about a dumpster being vacated since the owners of the supermarket had put a bike lock on the dumpster. Perfect, now he didn't have to beg for food. It wasn't one of his favorite pass times. He started walking down Surrey Street, eager to locate the newest diving spot and fight off any hobos that dared to come between him and his questionable dining habits.

That's when he spotted the newest Freddy's joint that had opened, and it was only a few buildings down. It was a month old, and there was certainly some pizza in their dumpster!

The boy walked towards the restaurant, hoping that no one would question why a boy was out on the streets at this ungodly hour. He slipped behind the back of the Freddy's and grew elated when he noticed that the dumpster was unlocked. Ignoring the questionable stench, he happily lifted open the lid to the dumpster, only to scream and fall on his ass, quickly dragging himself backwards from the sight.

A bloodied hand was sticking out of one of the garbage bags, and it appeared to be fresh. It was small, most likely that of a little kid.

The teen let out a horrified scream, taking off from the scene so nobody could blame him for the atrocity. He could hear someone else wailing too, despite nobody being around, save the few adults heading towards their boring office jobs. He took off towards the police station, praying that somebody would be there.

After all, there had been a murder at the new restaurant in town.

~~~~~~~~4 Hours Later~~~~~~~~~

The teen had been released from the interrogation room after telling the police officer what he had seen in the dumpster. The authorities had fortunately gotten to the dumpster before the garbage truck had, and now the owner of the restaurant was under investigation. He felt somewhat accomplished, after all he could help get a killer in town arrested.

A whimper emitted from the teen's jacket pocket, causing the boy to sigh. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a raggedy golden bear plush. He then hugged it to his chest, murmuring soothing phrases before the whimpering ceased.

"Y'know, for a figment of my imagination you're pretty damn helpful," the teen muttered, giving the plush toy a smirk.

The bear didn't respond, as it was a toy. Toys don't speak.

The teen was unamused with the lack of a response, roughly shoving the plush back into his jacket pocket. This rewarded him with a yelp of alarm from the bear, which the teen snickered at.

"You're really rude Terry," the bear grumbled. It shifted position so its head was sticking out of the baggy jacket. "Treat a friend with respect you little shit!"

Terry, the teen, laughed aloud, attracting a couple unwanted glares. He shrugged unapologetically before turning his attention back to the copyrighted bear plush. He then stuck his tongue out at the plush toy before stretching and getting up from the park bench he was planted at.

The golden teddy snuggled back into Terry's pocket, adjusting its small top hat before letting itself enter a dreamless slumber.

Terry felt his stomach growl, and sighed. Recalling that he hadn't gotten to eat this morning, he made his way to the homeless shelter back down Surrey Street. Perhaps he didn't mind begging after all. There was no telling how many other corpses could be hidden in the dumpsters he had once frequented.