The next morning, Mike met with his friends at a local cafe, where they would always hang out ever since they were fourteen, to celebrate the little things. From a friend's first girlfriend to another's first ever ace in a test.

However, this was not the reason they were gathered in that cafe; they were neither celebrating nor trying to pass the time. The four of them sat on soft couches, two on each side with a small coffee table at the center.

Mike was staring blankly at the warm cup of coffee on the table, keeping his arms folded and watching the warm smoke rise up from the small opening on the cover, not even bothering to take a sip of his warm drink. He took slow and deep breaths, his mind thinking about the things happening to him.

The people around them were taking glances at them, and they knew the reason. It was all over the news: the tragic night at Fredbear's Family Diner had spread like wildfire; newspapers had it as a headline and even radio stations were talking about them.

It felt like their stares were knives that pierced them. Mike just closed his eyes and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. However, whenever he closed his eyes, the terrifying visions would return, and this time it was worse. He was staring at a dark empty hall that resembled his house and at the end was nothing but pitch black.

Until a pair of red eyes lit up, and Fredbear's face emerged from the darkness, slowly drifting towards him, opening its mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth.

"Mike." Justin spoke up, bringing him back from his trance.

The teen only moved his eyes to look at his friend, and he noticed that his friends looked as exhausted as he felt, but he didn't know what to say. It felt like his entire body was unable to move, like he was paralyzed. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"We have to," Kyle said, putting his hand on Mike's shoulder.

"Look, I know he's your brother, but it's our fault as well, don't take all of the blame." Cody said gently.

"I was supposed to look out for him, not make his life miserable." Mike shook his head. "None of you would've been dragged into this mess if it wasn't for me. You guys got no one to blame but me."

"Stop it, Mike. What's done is done, all we can do now is pray that your brother wakes up." Kyle said, looking concerned for his friend.

"What if he doesn't? What if he doesn't, Kyle?" Tears leaked from the corner of his eye. "I dunno if I could live with that."

Cody sighed, his eyes filled with sympathy and regret. "You gotta have faith, Mike."

"That night took a toll on me." He buried his head in his hands. "Now strange things have been happening lately. I've been having terrifying nightmares, of horrifying images of the animatronics at the diner. For the past two days I would wake up screaming, whether day or night, and whenever I close my eyes I see them." He stopped, still deciding whether or not he should tell them about the marks on his forearms.

"That's what we're trying to tell you; we've been experiencing the same thing." Justin said, taking a sip of his coffee. "We see them, too."

"So what do we do now?" Mike laid back on the sofa, feeling as if he could barely move his own body, heavy with exhaustion. "I can't even begin to wonder how we can possibly be seeing the same thing, at this rate."

"We go back to the Diner."

Chills went down Mike's spine at the mention of the place he'd grown to dread. "Why? What's there to look for?"

"We need to know why this is happening to us." Justin said simply.

Mike bit his bottom lip, thinking about it, while he looked at one of the sleeves of the large jacket he was wearing.

Even though Mike accepted that they deserve to be punished, a question still popped up in his mind: How was it possible that the marks made their way into the real world?

"The nightmares..." Cody, giving Justin an unimpressed look, interrupted, "...are not real. They're just a manifestation of our guilt, that's all. The reason why we've been having them is because of what we had done. Going back to Fredbear's would be a waste of time, and we could get into trouble for breaking and entering. That is the last thing we all need."

The events played again in Mike's head, making him chuckle bitterly. "They aren't real? Boy, I wish I could believe that." He said, reaching for the sleeve of his left arm and rolling it up, exposing the marks on his wrists. "I got these last night, from my nightmare." He looked at Cody dead in the eyes. "In my dream, Fredbear and Foxy held me down in the exact same spot." He then showed his right forearm.

His friends' eyes widened, both in shock and confusion at what the teen had shown them. Mike could see the fear slowly growing on their faces, and he knew that he had their attention.

"That's not all, there was a struggle and Foxy's hook tore my sleeve." He took off his jacket and showed them the gash on his shirt.

"So this happened in your dream?" Cody asked, his tone filled with fear and curiosity, as he looked at the marks, and the gash on Mike's shirt.

"I would not show it off if it didn't." He said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Cody wrinkled his forehead, obviously hesitant to believe it. "Seems too good to be true."

"I know." Mike sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm going crazy." He sniffed, his fingers tapping anxiously on the table.

"We have to find out why, I mean, there's got to be an answer." Justin said, looking at the marks with concern.

"He's right, Mike. It's the only lead we've got." Kyle said, though his face was full of concern, as well. "If you're not okay with it, the three of us will go. It looks like you've had a rough night."

Mike sat upright, feeling his heart sinking at the thought of being alone. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling. "I'm fine. I'll come with you."

"Get a change of clothes then, we'll meet you at the diner at eight, when the detectives leave the place."

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The sun sank behind the towering skyscrapers, turning the sky orange while the moon rose from the east taking the sun's place. The building's lights flickered on as the night enveloped the city. The night was cold, the cold breeze blowing against Mike's face while he walked to the place where he and his friends had agreed to meet.

He was looking at the ground while walking, not minding the people who passed by. Thoughts once again came to his mind, terrifying and worrisome thoughts, but above all, thoughts of guilt and regret.

Tears flowed down from his eyes once again, as memories of his brother played in his head. He pictured Evan's face that was once filled with glee, an image that made him sob uncontrollably. It's all because of me. He was devastated by his own actions, and he felt like he was drowning in his own despair. 

Mike stopped walking and leaned on a lamp post, his head feeling light from all of the depression he was feeling. His heart thumped rapidly, his breath shortening because of his quiet sobs. 

Mike clutched his chest. He was hyperventilating. His fingers clawed at the soil, his entire body trembling from the trauma and despair he'd been experiencing.

"Mike!" Kyle called, who came running to him along with Justin and Cody.

Goosebumps were all over his body. Mike sat there, staring at the empty road lit by street lights. He could only hear his rapid breathing, echoing in his ears while the cries of his friends were muffled. He looked at the opposite side of the road where a tall figure stood.

It was Fredbear.

Its eyes glowed in the darkness like floating red orbs, a sight that made Mike freeze in shock. A low growl came from the animatronic, slowly turning into a deep and demonic laugh while its long, sharp teeth glinted in the dim light.

"Stop it, please." Mike mumbled, unable to look away from the animatronic and unable to close his eyes. His friends were nowhere to be found, he could only hear their voices.

Before he knew it, Fredbear was standing right in front of him.

It slowly leaned towards him, its glowing red eyes looking back into Mike's own. The teen sat there, helpless, face to face with the monster.

"MIKE!" Kyle screamed, and slapped him. Mike opened his eyes to find that his three friends were all shaking him awake, all of them worried for him. "What happened?"

"N-nothing." He shook his head and stood up, assisted by his friends.

"Nothing?!" Cody gaped, scoffing. "Dude, you just had a fucking panic attack."

Kyle nodded in agreement with Cody, looking worried. "Maybe you should just go home."

Mike grunted, his knees shaking while standing up. "It's okay. I'll go."

"You are one hard headed dude." Justin scoffed, shaking his head at the teen's persistence.

"You know it." Mike scoffed back weakly, ignoring the cold panic that still lingered in his chest. "How much farther from Fredbear's?"

"Turn around, man." Kyle said, his face growing solemn.

The teen spun around on the spot, his breath catching in his throat when he saw the diner just a few feet away from them. He could hardly recognize it: the diner was covered by the dark. No lights were on, making it look lifeless. He was just there a few nights ago, and it saddened him that one of the happiest places in town had become so desolate. Because of me.

"The sheriff closed down the diner for investigation, right after... Y'know." Cody spoke up, his voice gentle and cautious, as if he were talking to a frightened animal.

Mike gulped the lump in his throat, willing himself to be strong, despite how weak he felt in reality.

"You sure you wanna go in there? You could stay back here." Kyle offered, concerned.

"I'm good, dude." Mike patted his friend's back, forcing an appreciative smile onto his face. "Thanks for the concern, anyway."

"This is ridiculous, what can we find here?" Cody rolled his eyes, taking a flashlight out from his backpack.

"Listen, Cody, we don't have time to deal with your bullshit." Justin snarled, agitated by his friend's behavior towards the whole situation. "If you don't want to be here, you could just go home."

Cody smirked, then took the lead, walking towards the diner with his flashlight in hand. "Hell no, I ain't gonna let you three have all the fun."

Justin pulled out a flashlight from his bag and handed it to Mike. "Thanks." Mike nodded and they approached the diner, following Cody.

The beams of light from the four's flashlights bobbed around the parking lot as they made their way to the building, Mike walking behind them and being more careful than his friends. He aimed his light at the huge sign resting on the roof of the diner.

FREDBEAR'S FAMILY DINER

The neon lights were off. He remembered that the sign would usually blink, then do some colorful flashes of light. It has always amazed the children who visited the diner, especially Evan. Just his brother catching a sight of the sign from the distance was enough to have the little boy jumping for joy.

Everything feels lifeless. Mike thought, before shaking his head and continuing his walk, trying to ignore the depressing thoughts flooding through his mind.

The teens reached the doors, only to see that they were wrapped in yellow police tape.

Kyle glanced at his friends. "We'll go around back." The rest agreed and they went to the employee entrance at the right side of the diner. Kyle grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open, creating a loud creak that echoed from the inside. The place was dark, except for the moonlight shining through the glass windows, and even then, it didn't provide much light.

They stepped in, moving their torches about and seeing pans and ovens. It was the kitchen. The four of them split up in the place, looking at the kitchen utensils that were left there for two days. Mike adjusted his jacket, feeling a cold breeze brush against his face and making him shiver. He then spotted a double door up front with a small round window on both doors. Didn't that lead to the hall to the party room?

Mike walked past the group and pushed open the doors. His heart leapt to his throat upon seeing what was behind it.

His first instinct was right. It did lead to the hall. Everything that was in the place the night the incident happened was still there, untouched, from the party hats to the tipped over glasses of punch. The teen turned right and his mind began playing the events once again: it was like he was seeing apparitions of himself and his friends, walking along the hall with his brother in their hands.

Mike closed his eyes, his hands shaking, almost dropping the light in his hand. He could not bear to look at what was up front.

He knew he was facing the stage. He could feel it, and it terrified him.

His heart thumped faster, making him feel sick. He wanted to cry but his eyes were sore from doing too much of it. He took a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes, beaming the light at the stage, as he slowly turned around.

He saw Spring Bonnie with its head bowed down, eyes closed, and arms dangling, still having a permanent grin on its face. For some reason, it unsettled Mike, despite the rabbit animatronic having nothing to do with what's been happening lately.

Mike slowly moved the beam to the left and it shone on a large yellow paw. Just a glimpse of it made him want to scream and run away. He froze in fear, whimpering as he slowly moved up the light, moving up the animatronic's arm.

When he caught sight of the head with his light, his legs gave way underneath him, and he collapsed onto the floor, weeping, the memories flooding back at full force. "Oh God, no! Evan!"

"Mike?!" Justin yelled. The yell was then followed by footsteps coming to his aid. The teen was surrounded by his friends, all of them trying to help him stand up.

"What happened?" Kyle asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Mike weakly pointed to the stage, his finger trembling. He couldn't even speak, feeling like he was going to throw up.

The other three saw it, and it made their blood run cold. Cody groaned, turning away and covering his mouth, while Justin shook his head in disbelief. "God…"

Fredbear's yellow face was covered in blood, even its eyes, the once blue irises on white sclera all stained in crimson.

Kyle quickly grabbed a table cloth and climbed onto the stage, intending to cover the animatronic's horrifying face. He threw it over the towering bear, but the sudden shift in weight caused it to go out of balance.

Kyle screamed, covering his face with his arms as Fredbear fell on top of him. They both crashed onto the ground, with the heavy bear pinning the teen down.

"KYLE!" The three yelled, running towards him. 

Kyle opened his eyes, only to realize that he was staring at the bloodied face of the animatronic, making him cry out in fright. He tried pulling himself out, but then a pair of hands suddenly grabbed onto his arm and helped him out.

Kyle sighed, relieved. "Thanks, I thought I was a goner." He laughed and looked back at the wreckage of where the bear fell.

Only to find his own body still pinned underneath it, lying motionless and unresponsive. 

Kyle's eyes widened and his body stiffened, a large lump growing in his throat, and he slowly turned his head to glance at his savior. 

A pair of glowing purple eyes were looking back at him, making his breath halt. It was a purple rabbit with razor sharp teeth, a menacing smile, and long, sharp claws.

A nightmarish incarnation of Bonnie the Bunny.