Chapter Four: Break My Mind
Since moving to the new house had to be postponed, I decided to update Nightmares! Sorry for not updating for a month, August was a hectic month with the move and my anxiety messing with my head. XDDD
Anyways, enjoy another chapter of Mike angst and more nightmare fuel!
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Mike walked along a hallway that was lit with bright fluorescent lights on the ceiling, every step he made echoing. He looked worse, his eyes reddened with tears, bags underneath them. He searched for the room he'd been looking for ever since he got inside the establishment, until his eyes landed on a familiar room number. The sadness was growing in him as he approached the room he was looking for.
The teenager stopped in front of the door and stared at it for a few seconds before taking a deep breath, nervous of what would happen once he went inside. He nervously knocked three times on the door and at an instant, it was opened by his father. The moment he stepped inside, he was overcome with grief as if it was a contagious disease, his chest heavy.
Silence filled the room, except for the heart rate monitor beeping. Both of his parents were looking at him, both clearly as exhausted as he was, looking as if the horrible situation was draining their liveliness completely.
Mike bowed his head and approached the bed at the center of the room, avoiding their eyes, as if they were like a blinding light. He saw his brother lying on the bed, and then knelt to Evan's bedside. He looked at the bloodstained bandages on the boy's head, seeing them becoming an unsettling shade of crimson, and then he saw flashes of images in his mind's eye, images of the horrifying night he made the biggest mistake of his life.
Mike watched his brother's chest rise up and down in a slow rhythm, but aside from that, Evan was motionless. The teen's heart sank lower, his thoughts lingering on the possibility of Evan never coming back the way he was before even if he did wake up, and the horrible nightmares he had been experiencing lately.
Only two days had passed since the incident happened. For two whole nights he would wake up screaming, seeing the horrible visions in his dreams: the demonic Fredbear, voices calling for him, especially Evan's, and blood everywhere.
"Hey, Evan, I brought you something." He said softly, before opening his backpack and taking out stuffed animals. First was a yellow bear with a tiny purple top hat on its head. Fredbear. "I brought you the toys you love the most." He emptied the contents, setting them at Evan's side. It was the adorable plush versions of Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy.
For as long as he could remember, Evan would always play with these toys, often saying that they were his friends. Especially Fredbear, whom he would always carry around, most likely being Evan's imaginary friend.
Mike sat down on the chair beside the bed, and then held his brother's hand, which stayed limp and unresponsive.
"I know you will never forgive me for what I've done, Evan," he faltered, wiping his eyes that were welling with tears. "I'm so sorry, for everything. I deserve to be punished, for all I've done to you. Please, come back to us, come back, Evan." He sobbed, before resting his head on the mattress near his brother's arm. He stayed there, absolutely still with his hand on top of Evan's, and closed his eyes, sighing in desperation, praying over and over again.
Then, Mike felt something that shocked him: a soft, weak tightening on his hand. It... it can't be...
"M-Mike?" A soft, raspy voice stuttered.
Hearing Evan's voice sent shivers down Mike's spine as he lifted his head up to look at his little brother, a smile forming on his face. The teen sniffed, feeling excitement rising in him, slowly opening his eyes to see his brother waking up.
But it wasn't his brother.
Evan was gone, replaced by a terrifying monster: it was the same demonic Fredbear from his dream. Mike screamed, but the animatronic's hand covered his mouth immediately, muffling his screams, its clawed hand held over his mouth, digging into his skin so tightly that it almost drew blood.
"Shh… We don't want to wake the others up." Fredbear spoke, its voice deep and gurgled.
The teen tried pulling away, but the creature's grip tightened around his hand, almost crushing it entirely, making Mike whimper in pain. Fear overcame him as those blood red, sinister animatronic eyes drew closer as the demonic bear leaned forward, staring him down.
When things couldn't get any worse, someone grabbed his other hand. Mike shrieked and glanced at the unknown accomplice. It was a nightmarish incarnation of Foxy, its mouth filled with three rows of metal teeth, eyes glowing red like Fredbear's. Mike struggled, but Foxy raised up its other hand: it was a large, sharp hook. The fox brought the deadly appendage onto the teen's chest, catching it on Mike's shirt, threatening to slash if he dared to try and fight back. He was unable to break free.
Mike gasped loudly when Fredbear removed its clawed hand from his mouth, ignoring how his lips throbbed in pain, staring at the two monsters with sheer terror on his face.
"Wh-wh-what do you want from me?!" He cowered, avoiding the deathly glares of the two, feeling as if his mind was spinning.
"You did this. You and your friends." The yellow bear said, a deep, almost feral growl rumbling from deep in its chest.
Mike's heart leapt to his throat, his breath hitching with every second as the lights in the room went off, leaving only the display on the heart monitor as the source of light in the room, and the monitor suddenly began beeping red light instead of green. The flashing red light illuminated the rusting metal endoskeleton beneath Fredbear's torn skin, making it look very sinister.
"This is all your fault." Foxy growled as it raised the sharp hook above Mike's head. "You must pay."
With one last ounce of strength, Mike was able to break free from Foxy's grasp and dodge the falling hook, with it slashing his sleeve and barely missing his skin. He then snatched his arm free from Fredbear's hand, and bolted towards the door.
He reached for the knob, but was unable to twist it. It was locked. He gasped upon hearing the loud roars of the two nightmare animatronics. He turned around, and saw them running to him, readying their sharp claws.
"YOU'RE NOT REAL!" Mike yelled, tugging the hairs on his head, attempting to shake himself awake.
The monsters advanced, roaring as loud as they could, terrifying him. Their eyes glowed a brighter red, red as if the two pairs of eyes were the flames of Hell itself. He collapsed on the spot and cried heavily, bringing his knees near his chest, praying to God that he would wake up from this horrible nightmare. He covered his face as the blinding light from their demonic eyes moved closer to him, crying so hard he could barely breathe.
"WAKE UP!" He shrieked at himself, tugging at his hair, roughly pulling at the very roots, sending pain flooding through his head. "OH, GOD, SOMEONE WAKE ME UP!"
Then the heavy footsteps stopped. Silence followed. And then, another hand grabbed onto his shoulder.
"Mike!" He heard his father's voice cry out, and then felt someone shaking him. "MIKE! IT'S ALRIGHT! WAKE UP!"
Mike opened his eyes and found himself back beside the bed, gasping. The lights were back to normal, and surrounding him were his parents. He was laying down on the couch in the hospital room, his father's strong hand still firmly gripped onto his shoulder.
"Wh-wha?" He gasped, clutching his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly.
Both of his parents were concerned about him. "What happened?" His mother asked, her green eyes filled with worry.
He sat up and looked around, his eyes swollen with tears, snot pouring down his lip, and unable to get those horrible images from his mind. "E-Evan, wh-where's Evan?"
"He's right there." His dad said, pointing to the bed where the teen had fallen asleep.
Mike glanced back to see his comatose brother there, still unresponsive.
"I-I..."
"What?" His mother guided him over, sitting him next to her, near the foot of the bed, and gently rubbed his back.
"I did this," he buried his head in his hands, "It's my fault." He sobbed, his heart sinking deeper with guilt and regret. "I dunno how I'm supposed to live with this."
"Get some rest, Mike. You've been too hard on yourself." His mom whispered softly, looking saddened by her eldest son's state.
"I should be, I did this!" He cried. "If it weren't for me none of this would've happened!" He glanced at his father, who was keeping his emotions behind a straight face, but otherwise didn't speak to him.
The teen wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve, only to notice that it was torn.
He gasped upon seeing the large gash on it, remembering that Foxy's hook had slashed it.
It can't be. He thought to himself, then he checked out his wrists, remembering that in his dream, Fredbear and Foxy held him there by the wrists. To his horror, there were red marks around his wrist, forming the shape of the large hands of the animatronics.
"Wh-what?" He trembled, his mind unable to process what was currently happening.
"What's wrong?" His mom interrupted his shocked state, looking worried. She then gasped upon seeing the marks, and then held his wrist, wanting to examine it. "Mike, what happened?"
He stood up, gently breaking his arm away from his mother's grip. "I-I gotta go." He said, and then he dashed outside, ignoring his mom calling after him.
Mike still couldn't believe that the marks he had on his arms and the gashes on his shirt were actually there. It happened in the dream. He then carefully touched his lips, and then winced. They were swollen, and his heart skipped a beat as he recalled Fredbear's clawed hand being clamped onto his mouth in the dream.
Then various thoughts came kicking in, most of it being him wondering if he was going insane from all the depression and the trauma of the accident. Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in his head, as if sharp knives were stabbing into his skull.
Mike shut his eyes, and held his aching head as he leaned on the wall, feeling as if he would pass out any moment. The moment he shut his eyes, the Fredbear and Foxy monsters showed up in his vision, and along with them were three more: Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy. They were in the same state as Foxy and Fredbear: Nightmarish and corroding.
Just when he was about to lose it, the telephone on the nurse's station rang, making him jump and snap out of his trance, looking up.
One of the nurses answered it, then covered the mouthpiece. "Do we have a Mike Afton here?" She asked.
"Yes?" The teen asked, approaching the counter.
"It's for you." She handed him the cradle.
He pressed it against his ear and answered, "Hello?" His voice cracked.
"Mike, where are you?" It was Kyle, his friend who was with him at the time when the incident happened. Mike hadn't spoken to them after what happened to Evan. "We've been looking all over for you."
"I'm at the hospital. Why?"
"We need to talk."
"I don't feel like talking to someone right now." He sniffed, just knowing that he wouldn't be able to be around his friends without being reminded of what happened.
"Weird things have been happening lately, Mike. I don't know, all of us have been experiencing nightmares."
Mike's heart missed a beat, his breath catching in his throat. "N-nightmares?" He stuttered, "What are those nightmares about?"
"Fredbear's Family Diner."
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