Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)

9: Dad, please...

William was starting to hurt Michael more and more. However, it would get worse if Michael fought back so he took his anger out on Evan. By doing what his dad would do to him. Locking the kid in his room, locking him in the supply closet.

Evan was sobbing in the supply closet, his body was too weak to try and open the door. Michael leaned on the door, listening to his brother.

Evan didn't struggle as much as he would.

Michael sighed and unlocked the door.

"It's almost time to leave." He said, walking off. Evan stood up and opened the door, looking at his brother who was walking out of the restaurant.

"Y-you have to walk me h-home-"

"I don't have to do shit. You're 8, you can walk yourself home." Michael spat, walking away. Evan started crying.

"Why the hell are you crying?" Michael spat.

"Y-you're s-scary..." Evan let out a small sob. Michael stopped and looked at his brother. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his brothers arm. Not in a mean way, he just grabbed his brothers arm.

"C'mon." Michael said, picking his brother up into his arms. He said it in a soft tone of voice.

Evan was shocked. Michael hadn't been nice to him since their parents put divorce on the table. Evan wiped his eyes and buried his face into Michael's shirt.

They got home and Michael opened the door.

"Do you want to play with my plushies?" Evan asked. He didnt want Michael to scare him anymore, so this was the only thing he could do.

Michael laughed and nodded.

Brotherly bonding.

They were walking to Evan room when suddenly, William pulled Michael into the kitchen. Evan turned around and William waved him off. Evan looked down sadly and walked to his room.

William shoved Michael harshly into the counter.

Michael held his wrist in pain.

William saw that and chuckled to himself. He grabbed Michael's wrist and twisted it backwards.

Michael yelled out in pain. William jerked Michael's arm forwards, casing Michael to fall.

"Do you think Evan would like you doing this to him?" William asked

"N-no!" Michael said. His dad was still twisting his wrist

"So, you liking to put your little brother through what I put you through, would you do this to him?" William asked, twisting Michael's wrist further.

"N-n-no!" Michael yelled, trying to pull his arm away.

"Oh? You wouldn't?" William said, placing his foot on Michael's knee. Michael's eyes filled with panic and he tried to squirm away, his arms still in his dads grasp.

William yanked Michael up by the arms, forcing his foot to stay on Michael's knee. Michael yelled out in pain and pulled his knee to his chest.

He tried to stand but his knee was in too much pain.

"What? Can't stand?" William laughed.

"Dad, please..." Michael whimpered.

William scoffed and walked away. Michael cried softly, holding his knee to his chest.

"Mikey?" Evan said, walking to his brother

"H-hey, E-Evvy" Michael said, the pain in his knee not going anywhere

"Are you alright?" He asks

"C-can you get mum?"

"Sure..." He said

He ran to her mothers room and knocked on the door.

"Wh- Hey, Evan. Is everything alright?" Clara asked

"Michael wanted to talk to you. He's in the kitchen." Evan replied

Clara nodded and walked to the kitchen. She looked at Michael and gasped. She ran to her son.

"What did William do?"

"H-he hurt m-my knee. Do you still have the crutches from when you broke your ankle?"

"Yes I do, do you need them?"

"Yes, ma'am." Michael said, a pained chuckle escaping his lips.

Clara got the crutches from her room and gave them to her son. She helped him get steady on them and walked him back to his room. Michael looked at himself in the mirror on his door.

"Scary? I'm not that bloody scary...yet" Michael stared at the reflection. He grabbed the finger nail clippers that were next to his bed and limped to the mirror. He placed the nail file part of the clippers against one of his teeth, and started filling away until it was a point. He did the same thing for the corresponding tooth. It hurt, sure, but damn did it look cool.

"Now THIS is scary." He poked his newly formed fangs.