I... I remember my brother. His smile, which he showed so rarely. His eyes, they were pure black, like... Like...

I can't do it I can't make it stop

He always looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. He had nightmares, I think.

of course he had them it was me it was my fault I'm sorry

There was a pizza place called Freddy Fazbear's. My brother... He was terrified of the mascots. I don’t blame him. The four animatronics weren’t really the nicest thing. I remember them all… Freddy the Bear, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken and Foxy the Fox. He also had their plush toys, but he liked those. They were his friends.
I was 14 at the time. I didn’t really like my brother. Our father always liked me the least. Of all of us, I was the least favorite child. My siblings always got the attention. I got jealous.
So I scared him. I made his life the hell it was. I had a Foxy mask. I never gave it a rest. No one cared about me anyways.

…

My brother was called the Crying Child. Nobody knew his name. He was always crying.

it was my fault it was me


He had a yellow bear plush toy. He loved it. He never went anywhere without it. It was his best friend.
And I wanted to ruin it for him.
There was another pizzeria, Fredbear’s Family Diner. Yeah, Fredbear. Like his plush toy. It was made by the same guy as Freddy’s. It didn’t last long.
There were only two animatronics. A yellow bear and a rabbit. Fredbear and Bonnie. Something about them was wrong… I can’t remember what.

of course I can I just don’t want to

…

September 1983. It was his birthday. Me and my friends… decided to pull a prank on him. I was Foxy. They had the other masks.

AND I DID IT IT WAS MY FAULT IT IS MY FAULT

I picked him up. We carried him to the show stage, where Fredbear and Bonnie were singing. He was trying so hard to get away.

I should’ve stopped
but I didn’t

I lifted him up.
He screamed.
His head was in Fredbear’s mouth.
He cried.
We laughed.

I LAUGHED I T WAS ME

There was a loud, cracking noise.
Then it all went quiet.
I knew it wasn’t a joke. He couldn’t have done that.

…

There was screaming. I don’t remember the details. I didn’t know what happened. It wasn’t real, right? It was just a bad dream, a nightmare. He wasn’t moving. I couldn’t look away from him. Someone was shouting my name. I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t.

he died I did it I KILLED HIM

That was when… He… My father. He came there. He slapped me. Shouted at me. What was I thinking? Why did I do it?

for fun IT WAS A JOKE

I started crying. I couldn’t stop. My brother was dead. He couldn’t be alive. Fredbear’s fur was soaked with his blood.
I killed my brother.

make it stop
please