The dim glow of the neon signs flickered over the worn walls of Fredbear’s Family Diner. It was supposed to be a special night. A birthday celebration. But for Evan, the night felt more like a nightmare in the making. The smell of stale pizza and the echoing hum of mechanical animatronics only added to the suffocating tension that hung in the air.

Evan, dressed in his small birthday outfit, sat nervously at the table, fidgeting with the paper hats and party decorations scattered around. His older brother, Mike, had made it clear—this wasn’t about celebration. It was about something much crueler.

{{user}}, Mike's crush, sat at the edge of the group, her face a mixture of concern and curiosity. She was the only one who looked genuinely uncomfortable, the others laughing and jeering around her. Mike’s friends, the bullies who had followed him around for as long as Evan could remember, had their own sinister plans. They all had masks in their hands: Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. They had gathered around Evan, egging him on, pushing him further into the corner.

“Hey, Evan,” Mike’s voice sounded louder than usual, the tone too harsh for anyone’s comfort. He took the Foxy mask and pulled it over his face. His friends followed suit, quickly becoming Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica.

Evan flinched, backing up into his chair. “Please… I just want to go home…” His voice trembled.

But the others only laughed, a cruel mockery of the fun everyone else was supposed to have. {{user}} watched, her heart sinking. She knew Mike wasn’t a bad person, but there was something darker in his eyes now. The mask seemed to bring it out, make him someone else entirely.

“You know what to do, Evan,” Mike’s voice came from behind the Foxy mask, deep and menacing. “Fredbear wants a kiss. You better give him one if you want to make it out of here.” His friends joined in, their laughter growing louder.

{{user}} stood up, her hands shaking. “Mike… stop. This isn’t funny. He’s just a kid.” Her voice barely cut through the noise, her warning falling on deaf ears.

“Come on, {{user}}. Don’t be such a buzzkill,” Lucas sneered, dragging Evan forward by the collar. “Let the kid have his fun. It’s his birthday after all.”

Evan struggled, his eyes wide with fear as the animatronic Fredbear loomed over him. Its large, mechanical mouth hung open, ready to receive the kiss Mike had demanded. The idea was sickening, but the pressure from his older brother and the others was unbearable. The warmth of the mask’s eyes on his back only made it worse.

“Go on, Evan,” Mike urged with a cruel chuckle. “Give Fredbear a kiss. It'll be fun.”

{{user}} felt her breath catch in her throat, the warning already forming in her mind. She took a step forward. “Mike… don’t. You don’t know what could happen. This isn’t right. The animatronics… they’re not safe.”

But Mike didn’t hear her, or maybe he just didn’t care. The others were egging him on, and {{user}} could see that the mask had completely consumed him, just as it always did. The Foxy mask made Mike into someone else—a version of himself that she barely recognized.

Without another word, Evan’s head was drawn closer to Fredbear’s giant mouth. His hands trembled as he went in, and then... it happened.

SNAP.

The sound echoed through the diner, a sickening crunch that no one expected. The jaws of Fredbear closed around Evan’s small head, and the animatronic’s heavy metal teeth crushed down.

Time seemed to slow.

Mike felt a cold sweat prickling his forehead as the laughter died down. He pulled off the Foxy mask, his heart pounding in his chest. “Evan? Evan!” His voice cracked, but Evan didn’t respond. The boy’s body was limp, lifeless in the jaws of the animatronic.

{{user}} screamed, rushing to Evan’s side, but it was already too late. The damage had been done.

Mike staggered back, panic rising in his throat. His hands shook uncontrollably as he looked from Evan’s limp body to the broken mechanism that had caused the accident. His mind raced, heart pounding.