I wake up but somewhere else. I look around. I am at my house. "How did I get here?" I mutter to myself. I try to remember comming home but I just remember staring at Springtrap.

"Good morning Mike" said my sister Lola.

I sigh and turn around on my couch. I knew my sister would take my bed. A girl with brown fizzy hair a green shirt and blue jeans walked in and I ignore her.

"I said good morning. Your just being rude!" She shouts and I mutter good morning. She just sighs. "Little brothers are supposed to be fun not a pain in the butt. Unlike you would care." She sasses me.

I shoot up and my leg buckles and throbs and lay back down anoyed. "Ha! It's fun seeing you mad! Really, robots should hurt you more!" She laughs. I just ignore her.

"Go away Lola, I want to be alone." I say.

"What? Do 20 year olds still have mood swings? Oh wait, no your still a baby and still have them!" She teases.

"JUST SHUT UP! I DONT NEED YOU!" I shout. She pushes me off the couch and lays down with a bowl of popcorn and starts watching tv. I lift myself up halfway but she pushes me down and uses me as a footstand.

"what are you the red queen?" I ask.

"Yeah I was in a play and that was my roll in 5th grade." She calls back.

I cough and wheeze. And she looks down at me. "COVER YOUR MOUTH!!" She kicks me in the stomach and I gag and swallow.

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?! BEFORE YOU USED TO BE SO NICE! BUT EVER SINCE MOM WAS IN THE HOSPITAL YOUVE BEEN LIKE THE DEVIL!" I sob. She looks down at me worried. "IM TIRED OF THIS!! I HAVE A STUPID LIFE RISKING JOB! I HAVE DOING ALL OF MOMS INSURANCE AND YOU TREAT ME LIKE CRAP!" I scream and she starts to cry I don't feel bad, I just pull myself up not giving a damn about my foot and half limp and half fall my way to my room.

I cough and throw up with no choice and take a shower. Then I get on pjs and huddle myself into bed. I think about my life and play my moms lullaby six times, and think about my job. I scream into my pillow.

Lola walks in with a tears streaming down her face. She walks over to me and sits on my bed. Who knew a 30 year old sister could have mood swings to huh?

"I'm sorry Mike I should've been thinking about you too." She touches my hair but I smack away. I cover myself with my blanket and she lifts it away. She puts her hand on my back like mom did. I feel hot tears. "Let it all go." She is mind reader oh my god.

I cry and play the song over and over. She starts to cry to. I hug my pillow and it felt like hugging all of my memories. I just wanted to have a regular family, a regular job, and regular friends. Even though I don't have any.