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Why. Why am I here again? Why does he want to hurt me so much? What did I do to him? All these questions, and never an answer to be found! What did I do to make him hate me so much? I'm his only brother, and I'm just a kid.

"MARK!! LET ME OUT!!!" I screamed, whilst pounding on the door that confined me.

"NOT UNTIL YOU'RE NORMAL!" He shouted, with voice cracking.

I felt my stomach curl up in a ball of pain, and hurt. All of the breath left my body. He's right. Why cant I be normal? Why do I have to be all shaky and crap? Why do I have to be afraid of everything? Why did momma have to go? Oh momma. She always thought that I was normal - she knew I was a good kid - she was the only one who thought that. Why did she have to go? Why did she leave me alone in this unforgiving world?

Well, I guess I'm not alone, I have my dad, but he's never around. He's always working at that scary restaurant! Those stupid animatronics are always there, with their mouths open. There is a bunny, and a bear. I don't know what kids see in them, they're so scary! They have gigantic, pointed, bloody teeth, and scary pointy hands, and evil eyes. Like they can see into my soul, and are judging it. Screw you bunny! My soul, there is no need for you to judge it!

I slid down the door, wrapped my long arms around my knees, and started to sob.

Why does he have to be right, Why cant I be normal. I freaking hate myself for this. I want to be normal. I want to have someone who can be there for me, to think I'm normal, Even if it's a stuffed animal - anything will be ok. I just don't want It to look scary. I want a friend, but all I have is Dad, Mark, and his evil friends. There are four of them all together, Mark, Felix, Ken, and Andrew. They are all so evil. My dad is nice though, he knows what Mark and friends do to me, but is way to busy to do anything about it. It's ok though, I need to learn to stand up for myself.

A while passed, just of me lying on the floor, trying to sop up my tears with my footie pajamas that momma gave to me. No Jack, you need to stop thinking of her. You cant keep tearing yourself down. I walked over to my little desk, sat down, and grabbed a little sheet of paper, and my colors. Drawing helps me think sometimes.

What do I want to draw today? I was sitting down, and trying to draw a nice yellow bear, with a purple top hat, and bow tie, when there was a quite knock on my door. I flinched, and ended up scribbling all over the paper.

"Gosh dang it," I whispered under my breath. I scooted back, and slinked up to the door, steeping as lightly as I possibly could, as to not make a single noise, in case I need to quickly hide. I looked through the tiny peep-hole in the door that I made. It was dada! I'm so glad he's back! I missed him so much! I flung the door open, to see my thin dad in his bright purple suit, and golden badge. I heard my throat close up, and make a tiny squeak noise. He wrapped me in a big hug.

"Hey Jackyboy! How was today for you sport?" He asked, wrapping me in a gigantic hug.

"Hi daddy!!! It can get better I guess." I smiled, looking into his shimmering blue eyes.

"Oh Jack, you always have the best attitude! Just like Alice. You're such a good kid Jacky, you always remind me of her!" He smiled into my eyes, he looked so happy remembering momma.

"Hey Dada, can I ask you a question about momma?" I asked, looking down to my thumb, and pulling off a hangnail.

He looked down to his bright purple jacket, and tugged it over his thick, calloused hands, and he sighed.

"Of course Jacky."

The pit that already in my stomach started swirling, and filled my entire body with regret.

"Never mind, I don't want to hurt you," I said, picking at my thumb again.

"No, Its ok Jacky, you deserve to know. You've always been so curious, we love that about you. What would you like to know?" He asked, with his smile starting to shimmer.

I smiled too. "Do you think - what she actually said about me - is true?" I asked, looking right into his eyes.

"What does that mean Jack?" His brow furrowed.

"Well, when she said I was normal, and stuff." His vibrant blue eyes turned to grey slates. with his pupil a bit grey. He has such expressive eyes.

"Of course you're normal Jack, why are you doubting this? Did Mark say something?" He asked, grabbing me, and setting me on his knee.

"Well, of course, but I've just been doubting myself too, I mean, what am I? Momma always would talk to me about these kinds of things, Mark wont talk to me, and I don't want to bother you," I was going to continue talking, but he clasped his big hand over my mouth, and looked into my eyes with his blue ones.

"Don't you ever say that Sean, you know how badly I want to be here for you, when you have problems, you don't bother me with them! You're my son!" He said. Oh no, when he says my real name, Sean, it always worries me, that means he's really upset.

"I-I'm sorry dada - I didn't mean it!" I whimpered, trying to curl up into a ball, what I usually do when Mark breaks into my room. Dad grabbed my wrist, and tried to straighten me out, just like Mark does, I got terrified, my heart started pounding in my chest, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"IM SORRY IM SORRY DONT HURT ME!" I screamed bloody murder, as tears poured out of my eyes, staining my PJ's

"Jacky Jack Jacky! It's okay! I'm not going to hurt you!" He said, in a much more calm tone of voice, but still held firm to my wrist, I felt a panic attack coming on, he needs to let me go.

"Dada I'm sorry!" I cried again, trying to wriggle my writs around, to let him let me go. He looked down, and finally got the message, and my thumbs were also bleeding from picking at them.

When he let me go, I fell to my butt. Come on Jack, be normal. He looked at my thumbs, and reached into the pocket of his jacket, as I tried to settle my breathing. He pulled out a wrapped Band-Aid, and gently placed it over my thumb, then kissed it. It sent tingles though my arm. I smiled up to him, and saw that he had tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry Jacky,, I didn't mean to hurt you." He said looking down.

"D-Don't worry d-dad, its m-my fault." I stuttered.

"No Jacky, none of this is your fault, you should go to bed, its already past your bed time, its already almost dawn. I'll see you in the morning, okay champ?" He asked.

I looked to my little clock on the table. It said it was 11:42. He was right.

"Alright d-dada. I l-love you." I smiled, and reached up, lacing my arms around his neck. He chuckled, and gave me a gentle hug.

"I love you too Jacky. Try to get some rest - okay? Good night." He smiled, picking me up, and laying me in bed, and tucked me in into my soft eye ball blanket.

"G-Good night Dada." I smiled, then he turned off the lights, but flipped on my little night light, to make sure I can see if anyone comes in.

I listned out the door way, and heard a slight sniffle, and papers crinkling. I stood up, and walked over to my desk, and saw that the drawing of my bear was gone! Did dad take it? I got up, and started walking over to the door, about to go out, and ask what happened to it, but I listened instead.

"Mark, you know you can't scare Jack like that!" Dad said, I pressed my ear firmly against the door.

"Dad! Why cant he be a normal six year kid like we were?!!" Mark asked, with harshness in his voice, that made me cringe.

"You know why! He was only three when she passed! He held her hand! And the way you and your so called friends treat him is not helping! Mark, he is your brother!"

"I know ! I deserve a real brother! Not a little sissy who cant even look at stupid animatronics! Think about me sometimes too!" Mark's voice got a little horse, I heard my dad gasp.

"Mark, you know how much I care about you boys, I'm trying my hardest!" He said.

"You only care about Jack!" He shouted, then slammed his bed room door. I heard my dad slide against my door.

"Alice, what do I do? This is so hard, I wish you didn't have to leave, I love Mark and Jack the same why cant he see that? I'm so sorry Alice, I'll try better." I heard the paper crinkle again, and him sniffling. He was crying, but he was also leaning against my door, so I couldn't go comfort him. He eventually got up, and walked over to his little golden sewing station, to make something. I figured, since it was about 1:28, that I should probably go to bed. I hopped into bed, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I lay there, replaying that conversation in my head, over and over again. Thinking of what Mark said, making me cry again.

Two hours of thinking passed a lot slower than It should have. I heard a creak in my door, and then light from the hallway began to pour into my room. Oh gosh, is it Mark coming to hurt me?!I tried to lay as still as I possibly could, so maybe he thought I was sleeping. But it wasn't Mark, it was dada! He came in, lifted up my arm, and laid something very very soft underneath it.

"Here you go Jacky, someone to keep you company. I love you buddy." He said, ruffling my hair, planted a sweet kiss on my temple, then walked out. As soon as I knew he was gone, I got up, with the thing, and rushed over to the night light to see what it was. It was a real life, plushie version of what I drew! It was a little golden bear with a purple bow tie, and top hat! He was amazing! Dada made this for me! I instantly grabbed ahold of him, and gave him a big squeeze. There was a voice box in him! It was my dad's voice, which said:

"I love you Jacky!" "I'm here Jacky." "Tell me anything!" I gasped, and squeezed it over and over to hear these words!

"I love you too Freddy!!" I smiled, just coming up with that name on top of my head. Freddy, that suits you very well! I like it. Welcome to the Fredbear house!

"Thank you dada!" I whispered, knowing that he couldn't hear me, but I still wanted him to know. I cant believe that I finally have someone to talk to!

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