Ever since Chris's head had been chopped by Fredbear and the nightmares that had ensued as a result, he had been unable to dream. His plush was now a mangled, torn pile of fur and stuffing in the furthermost corner of his closet, out of sight but never out of mind. His oldest 'friend' wasn't around to protect his dreams, and Chris had despised him since his brother died.
After all, Fredbear had protected him and saved his life. Yet, seeing how horribly things had changed since his brother's death, Chris wished he could've taken Michael's place. Heck, his father had completely erased every trace of his existence from the house, purging the memory of Michael from every corner of the house. The boy who surrendered his life out of guilt never received a funeral. Fredbear hadn't cared. Fredbear was happy that Mikey was gone. He said it multiple times, which led to the plush bear's demise.
After 2 years of dreamless slumber, Chris entered his very first dream. Looking around, he saw that he was in a beautiful meadow full of the ones he loved. The grass glowed with a golden light, stirred to life by a gentle breeze. Everything was so...beautiful. He immediately spotted the grey heads of his grandparents and darted over to them, his eyes glistening with tears. Elizabeth...his mother...his best friend who had died in a car accident at the age of 4....they were all here, beaming at him. Except for one.
"Mikey?" Chris called, glancing around in an attempt to spot his brother's smiling face. "Mikey? Where are you?"
Annette, Chris's grandmother, wrapped her arms around the boy, not saying a word. Her gorgeous, grey eyes shimmered at the prospect of holding her grandson for the first time in several years.
"MIKEY!" Chris yelled, hoping for anything to happen. Even if he got jumpscared by that plastic Foxy mask again, it would be a dream come true. "MIKEY!"
"He's not here," Elizabeth whispered, suddenly appearing from behind the boy. "But I am. Why aren't you calling for me? You know that I'll always answer you."
Chris didn't look behind him, his head still buried in his grandmother's embrace. "H-he has to be here. This is my dream...he has to be here...."
"Stop being so possessive!" Elizabeth shrieked. "We brought you here to say hello! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE A MEANIE!"
Chris started to sniffle as he was roughly shoved onto the ground. "W-why isn't Mikey here then? Doesn't he care about me?"
Elizabeth started to laugh horribly, her voice taking on a robotic undertone. "HE NEVER CARED ABOUT YOU, IDIOT! HE ALWAYS LEFT US FOR HIS FRIENDS! HE NEARLY KILLED YOU FOR GOODNESS SAKES!"
"You're wrong." Chris muttered. "If he didn't care, then why did he kill himself? Why was he crying as the bear chopped down? W-w-why was he trying to find you after you disappeared? He never gave up on us, Lizzie. He only gave up when he thought he'd lost us both."
Elizabeth slapped Chris, fuming. "YOU'RE WRONG CHRIS! HE WAS SO SELFISH THAT HE TOOK HIS OWN LIFE! HE LEFT EVERYONE HE LOVED TO SUFFER IN THE WAVES OF AGONY HIS DEATH DEALT! YOU'RE WRONG!"
"No, I'm not." Chris whispered, closing his eyes to avoid viewing the cursed paradise ever again. "Mikey, I promise I'll find you. I know you care, and I'll ensure that we'll meet again." As he felt his body waking up, he smiled.
"I will put you back together, bubby."
And, for a second, he felt his brother smile.
(YES FINALLY SOME MOTIVATION! I should listen to FNAF songs more often.