I'm getting sick from these apologies
From people with priorities
That their life matters so much more than mine
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I was able to wake up, but when I did I felt tears streaming down my face. What happened? Why was I crying?

I made an effort to stand, wobbling from side to side until I could gain balance. I shook my head to get rid of the dizziness that made my eyes feel like they were seeing static. My eyes were able to see clearly and I took a look around.

Again, I was in my old bedroom, the plushies in the corner with Foxy still missing his head. I looked to my bed, finding Fredbear once again sitting on my bed.

I wiped my tears away and smiled, "Uncle Fredbear I'm so glad you-"

"You know he is hiding again."

I raised an eyebrow and tipped my head to the side, who was hiding?

Ah, my brother. He'd always make me seek while he hid. I hated playing his little games. He'd find some way to scare me, or cheat, while wearing that Foxy mask he ever so loves. Nonetheless, I was curious to where he hid this time.

I walked over to the door and exited out of my room, first looking around the hall in hopes that maybe he hid somewhere obvious. Not only that, but I could hear someone laughing, it was low and it sounded like someone had slowed down the laugh to make it deeper and creepier in my opinion.

I was met with the grandfather clock, it always chimed randomly, but mostly at midnight. It was strange, but not as strange as Fredbear sitting on top of it. His eyes watched my every move. When I got closer to him he spoke.

"He won't stop until you find him."

I know that. He'll do everything he can to make sure I am playing his game. The last time I decided against his wishes, Foxy's head turned up missing, and I can't risk another hurt friend.

I remembered crying to my parents and showing them Foxy while explaining how Luke had torn his head off. They promised to talk to him about his behavior and get me a new one. They never kept the promise though.

I turned to one side of the hallway, thinking Luke may be hiding someone there, but Fredbear seemed to know where he was.

"Over there."

I looked the other way, how did Fredbear know where he was hiding? I shrugged, glad to know where my brother hid.

While I walked, all Fredbear did was laugh, a jumble of different giggles and chuckles, deep or high pitched. I could say it made me eerie of the golden plush who seemingly followed wherever I went. However, I trusted Fredbear practically with my life.

My eyes trailed around, this was the living room. There was Fredbear, sitting on the farthest side of the couch. Wasn't he just on the clock? Should I even be questioning him? Friends don't question each other do they?

His eyes followed me as I looked behind the couch, no one there. I would look under the orange rug, but that would be silly of me.

How about the TV?

My heart pounded suddenly as my little legs approached the TV, reaching my hand up to it.

SCREEEEEEECH

Luke's Foxy mask sent terrifying shocks throughout my whole body as I let out a scream and collapsed to the floor in panic. Sobbing and holding my head while Fredbear watched and Luke laughed. How pathetic was I letting my brother get the best of me once more. I hated it.

My eyes stung from the salty tears and Fredbear spoke.

"Tomorrow is another day."

I hate it

I hate it here

I hate

I Hate

I HATE IT HERE

AND I HATE LUKE

My body lurched, vomiting up whatever I had eaten before all this started. I held my stomach tight, letting a few sobs release from my slightly swollen lips. I took in as many deep breaths as I could, trying to get rid of the splitting headache that started. Slowly, but surely, I lifted my head up.

I was back in the darkness, but instead of the darkness, the area I was moonlight. My eyes found the moon, a blood red moon to be exact. I shook my head and let out a gasp.

"Fredbear?"

No answer, and no sign of him either.

"Fredbear? Fredbear!"

Finally, I found a figure laying on the ground, but it wasn't Fredbear.

"Mangle!"

I stood, wobbling and regaining my balance as I ran to Mangle. No, please no. "Mangle?" I collapsed on my knees and held my hands up to her.

Hollow, just like BB.

"No, Mangle, please, wake up." I choked, holding her muzzle. Although I knew what had become of Mangle, I lowered my head to connect hers, crying and letting the tears run down and drop on her disastrous body. "Please, don't leave me here, alone."

She's gone, and so was Fredbear, and so was everyone. And I know who to blame for all this.

I stood, clenching my fists when I looked at the final string portal, the one where my fears lay dormant. I lifted my shirt up, 11:00pm. I have an hour before my real body dies.

"Don't worry Mangle, Fredbear, everyone..."

I marched to the last trial with furrowed eyes.

"I'll make this quick."