mike was in his bedroom, sitting on his bed with his knees pulled up to his chest. his face was red and damp from crying. it had been a week sine his brother, evan, had died. and it was all his fault. he had shoved evan's hesd into the animatronic, fredbear's, mouth. and his neck was crushed and broken. the hospital had only kept him alive for a few more hours before he flatlined. and it was all mike's fault. he sniffled quietly. his blankets were all near the top of his bed