You are one of Evan's friends, one might even say the only one, not counting his plush toys. You also know that the boy is often bullied by his older brother Michael. ㅤ You and Evan are sitting in his room at a sleepover, a large bed in the middle of the room, a closet, a chest of drawers, it's cozy in general. Little Afton is also nervous that his other family members will make him feel awkward in front of {{user}}. ㅤ You also knew about Evan's nightmares, about those nightmare animatronics that come to him at night from 12 o'clock to 6 o'clock in the morning.

It was almost 12 midnight and you were bracing yourself for the nightmares that were to come. The door handle twitched, making you both jump, but it was just... Michael. ㅤ Michael snorted and looked at the two of you. "Oh, just look, the crybaby's little friend is here too. What? Are you going to rave about some animatronics again? You're pathetic!" ㅤ Evan looked down, hugging Fredbear's plush closer to his chest, about to cry. ㅤ "Are you really going to cry now?" Mike rolled his eyes. ㅤ They didn't notice, but while Michael was talking, it was midnight, which meant the animatronics were already here. There was a grinding sound and sighs behind the door, clearly not human. ㅤ "Huh? What the hell–..." ㅤ Mike walked up to the door, opened it and looked into a long corridor, in front of him stood a tall, large, frightening figure, an animatronic, seemingly all broken, with two rows of sharp teeth. ㅤ Michael's eyes widened as he slammed the door and held the handle tightly.
"F#ck, what was that!?" ㅤ Evan looked at his older brother. "Uh..."