The year is now 1983, I'm now eleven years old with my birthday on the way. It's not just my birthday, Evan's is sooner! He's going to be celebrating at freddy fazbears pizzeria. I feel bad because I know he hates the animatronics. He has told me he has recently been getting "nightmares" about the animatronics. If I'm honest, I don't believe him... those nightmares are probably just memories of Elizabeth dying, but I don't know for sure.
On the day of Evan's birthday he was so nervous, he was shaking. Evan is so scared of the animatronics that were soon to come. "Hey Evan its ok, it is your birthday and even though you have to be with animatronics your going to have a good day!" I tell him while hugging him close with his Fredbear plush.
I'm not sure but that stuffed bear makes me feel eerie, something just feels off with it. "T-thank you y/n you don't have to do this for me..." Evan stutters to me. "I just feel so bad for you I just need to do this. I am your older sister after all!" I hope saying this will make him feel better.
I change out of my pajamas to put on a puffy black skirt with ruffles underneath and an aquamarine shirt for Evan's party. Evan puts on a black and grey striped shirt and blue shorts. Micheal who seemed extra excited today was wearing a tight grey shirt, blue shorts and his foxy mask. I ask him, "Why do you look so happy today?" But he shakes it off tells me "Oh y/n you'll see!" I don't want to though.
One hour before the party Evan and I were sitting on the couch watching the television. Then Micheal literally kicks down the door with a smile as big as Elizabeth's smile was. I start to say to Micheal "Uhm do you know you just broke down the-" but I was interrupted by him. "Birthday boy~ we're leaving to go to the diner soon, are you ready?" Evan was looking like he wanted to cry, but held it in.
I feel so bad for him. I pat him on his curly brown hair. Little did I know this would be the last time we were home together.
Dad told us to get in the car to go to the diner, which is weird, we live very close to where the diner is. I sat in back seat with Evan, while dad and Micheal sat in the front. Dad didn't talk to us the entire car ride. I wish he did, I really want to have a good relationship with him.
At the party I saw Michael's new friends. They were all wearing animatronic masks. I went over to Evan to comfort him. He was under a table crying. He is very shy and doesn't have any friends other than me. I told him "Why don't I get some pizza for us, you go play some arcade games." "Thanks y/n..." Evan sits up crawling out of the table.
I head to the food stand and wait in the line. It took 5 minutes to tell the chef what pizza we wanted.
After I ordered the food I looked for Evan. I saw Micheal and his friends pushing Evan's head into Fredbear! I race over to where they are "STOP PUT EVAN DOWN MIKE!" I yell at him but he wasn't listening. Tears filled Evan's eyes, he was screaming, until he stopped. Blood oozed out of Fredbears mouth.
Kids were screaming and running. Micheals friends ran away from there. I couldn't move. Evan's body was jammed in fredbears mouth gushing out blood.
I ran to find dad I yell to him "DAD EVAN'S HEAD IS BLEEDING HE'S DIENG HELP!" My dad just got out of his chair to the main stage like it was nothing! He held up his body and felt for his heart. "He's still alive, but is in a coma, we need to get to a hospital." I called the emergency number. Then two minutes later an ambulance appeared.
The doctors rushed Evan onto the ambulance with there medical equipment.
I was terrified at the site of this. "He will make it, Right?" I ask dad. Even though it was not my first time witnessing death, I was in a state of panic. I turn to Michael and scream at him "This is all your fault! If you just would have listen to me, Evan wouldn't be going to the hospital right now!!" "I-I-I am so sorry... I-I" he gets interrupted with the sound of his crying. I couldn't control myself anymore. I let it all out for Evan and Elizabeth.
Three days later I was at the hospital with dad and Michael. I was sitting next to Evan, who was unconscious. The only sound that filter out was the beep of Electronic vital sign monitors, until it stoped beeping and lines showed across the screen. I yelled out, "He's dying! Please help! Help! Help!" Doctors rushing to the room and push my family out. I can't remember it's being held back by a nurse while tears flooded into my eyes.
Micheal was shook, screaming and crying. I kind of felt bad for him. He didn't mean to kill his brother, but he did. Dad was watching silently not making a sound not crying is the better like it was just an average Tuesday. 15 minutes later, the doctor came in, shaking his head he didn't make it.
At the funeral Evan's head was covered in bandages and blood. His head was so gory, and unsettling. It was hard to believe he was even my brother. I could barely even make out his face. I sat down on the bench and observed everyone . I noticed a lot of people gave Michael glares and avoided him at all costs."Oh, poor Evan, such a sweet little boy." Someone says. "That Michael! He ruined his family, his father must be disappointed." Another person shouts. However, it didn't seem that dad gave any emotions at all, in fact, he occasionally made a sinister smile.
When it was time to bury Evan in his grave, his body was gone! The cops were called and rushed to the scene. The police interrogated my father, he said "I have no idea how my sons body is gone from the casket, perhaps check the security cameras." So the cops did, but the footage was erased from the computer. The person that committed the crime must've wiped out the footage on the security cameras. So cops trace fingerprints, search for DNA and interrogate everyone. They found nothing. They said they would continue to search and told us to all go home.
In the car, something small, rotten. I couldn't tell what it was but it was coming from the trunk. I tried to ask dad but he screamed at me and threatened me to not look in the trunk of the car.
When we got to the house, I flung open the car door and ran inside. I jumped onto my bed and started sobbing. "He's not dead he can't be dead, and which absolute MONSTER would steal an innocent little boys body!?" While I think this to myself I hear Micheal absolutely bawling his eyes out, then banging his head against the wall. Stupid Micheal!
We already lost Elizabeth why would you do this to Evan?! Doesn't something called, I don't know, maybe COMMON SENSE stop you from doing things like this?!? Its really not that hard to just let your younger brother from having a good birthday. About 10 minutes later, I hear dad walking to the house.
What was he doing outside for so long? Maybe he didn't want anyone to hear him cry? Or maybe he was talking with The Police? Or maybe he was behind Evan's body disappearance...
SIX WEEKS LATER
We ran out of food in the fridge, but it doesn't really matter. None of us have really been eating anyways. Especially Michael he feels like he doesn't deserve it after what he has done. But I was starving so I decided to find dad and ask him to go to the grocery store or order some food.
I peek into his office where he was working. He has been in his office more than usual after five kids mysteriously went missing at one of his diners. I guess he's just trying to avoid lawsuits. I peek into the office with out dad knowing. He had a needle in his hand with with a cyan-blue type substance. He injected it something on the table. I couldn't see what it was.
When he went over to look for something in a file cabinets, I could get a better view of what was on the table. It looked like... Evan's dead body?! How could it be!? I leap out from behind the wall I say loudly, "Dad whats going on?! Who is that on the table?!
Is that Evan!? Are you injecting remnant into him?! What really is remnant?! Wait did you steal Evans body?! I'm calling the police!!"
Dad quickly close the drawer to the filing cabinet and turned to look at me. There was a silver blade knife in his hand. "Oh y/n I believe you know too much! It will all be ver soon..." He takes the knife and plunges it into my chest. Dark red blood gushed out of my stomach. I tried to scream, but dad pushed me into the basement where he creates the animatronics. "Dad... daddy please! Daddy help me I'm dying!" I try to say to him but he shuts the door in my face. I knew I was going to die.
What would become of me is what I was worried about.