"...I'm sorry..."

That's the last I could manage to say to him before I felt myself shaking and breathing heavily. I managed to stay calm before then, but there was just something about apologizing...even though I doubt he could've heard me. Though I wouldn't have blamed him if he didn't accept the apology if he could.

It's hard to think it's been 4 years since that incident...and a lot has changed since then.

First off, Fredbear and Friends was shut down instantly after what we...I...did. Good thing we had a good lawyer that got us around a murder charge...the last thing we needed was juvy...or worse, to be tried as adults and sent to prison!

Anyway, he didn't die right away; he still had a pulse when the paramedics arrived and rushed him to the hospital. He managed to survive for around a week after the incident before we said our goodbyes (and apologies, for some) and took him off the life support.

I've never truly been the same since then; I completely reevaluated my life and actions. I think we all did. We all agreed to not see each other for a long time; all of us together would only bring back bad and painful memories.

I often ask myself what he must've been thinking that day when the metal jaws crushed his head. Did he go out painlessly? Could he still feel pain for a few seconds before passing out? How scared was he? Well, if I was in his position, I'd be fucking terrified...

Mom and Dad took a while to get used to the fact he was gone. Hell, the day after, she placed a plate with a single pancake on it in his spot at the table, just like she always gave him for breakfast...I didn't have the heart to remind her that he wasn't going to be there to eat it. The only way he'd ever get a pancake again was in his dreams.

When the diner closed, lots of questions were asked as to what happened. Everyone who attended his party was asked by the company to not mention anything about the incident, or the diner in general. Since they were a fairly new sister location to the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza franchise, they figured they could continue life like the diner never existed. Shockingly enough, that's exactly what happened; no physical trace of Fredbear and Friends was left. Former employees in the company weren't even aloud to mention or reference its existence!

They've completely rebuilt the name since then, though; this week will mark the grand reopening of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, with new and improved...everything, pretty much. They even got new animatronics based on a line of toys they created around the time my brother...well...you know.

The biggest change in my life since then was when I finally decided to contact my old friends and see how they were doing...only to discover the horrible truth that they were dead.

One of them was killed every year on the anniversary of the incident: June 26th. The police claim they have no idea how it happened; there was no trace of an intruder in the house, and they all died the same exact way: strangulation. 

Now, it's been 4 years since the original death of my brother...and I'm the only one left...and it's June 26th. I know full well who the killer must be; it's the only logical explanation. There's no way to stop him, and I know full well that I deserve this.

I sat in my bed that night, staring at the ceiling. I didn't say much to anyone all day. You'd think I would, especially since I was aware that I wouldn't live to see the morning, but I had a lot on my mind. I was still thinking of a lot when I heard my bedroom door slowly creak open. I sat up and turned towards the doorway. I didn't see anyone there, though; was it just a draft?

Suddenly, a tall, thin figure dropped down from the ceiling and landed on the bed with me! I gasped in fear as I saw the creature look at me with blank, angry eyes and a giant, empty smile. It crawled its way towards me until its face was right against mine!

The thing continued to stare at me for a bit longer before it spoke to me in a voice that was all too familiar.

"It's me."

I knew it had to be...

"Go ahead," I told him. "Do it. I deserve it."

I then heard him chuckle before he placed his long fingers around my neck and squeaked tightly. I tried taking one last gulp of air, but it was too late. I could only watch the clown-looking thing as it strangled me.

You know, it's fair to say that nobody will ever figure out what happened on June 26th, 1983, seeing as how all the witnesses were either too young to remember, too old to bother reciting, or too dead to even do anything. But hey, perhaps some things are best left forgotten...forever.

THE END