(2 weeks later)
Chris paced his room, tuning out Susie's worried voice. He was lost in his thoughts, replaying his brother's death over and over in his head. There was no mention of it on the news, no lawsuits that had popped up when he had sneaked out of the house and broke into Freddy's records. Heck, even the reservation had vanished into thin air. It was almost like....
Michael had never existed.
Chris slammed his head into the wall, swearing at the top of his lungs. Every bad word he had heard his father utter spewed from his mouth in a torrent of rage. Everyone had forgotten his older brother. The only father figure he truly had. Sure, that father figure leaped out at him, bullied him consistently whenever his big bad friends were around, but he was more of a father than the one who clearly showed favoritism towards Elizabeth.
Susie whispered, curling up into a ghostly ball in the corner of the room, feeling weaker than she ever had as a human. She was so tired....she just wanted to....sleep. With a small pop, she vanished, never to be seen in a human form again.
Chris felt rotten. Like he'd been the one to end his brother's life. Despite the fact that Michael had thrown him into Fredbear's mouth, the boy hadn't intended to hurt him. Now...he was gone...right when he'd come back.