"What the hell, Mike?"

Mark practically yelled despite his usual calm demeanor.

"I don't know what happened. I didn't do it on purpose, I swear!"

It was a weak response, but it was all Micheal managed after watching his brother's dead body fall from Fredbear's clamped jaw.

"What do we do now? Your dad's gonna fucking kill us if we don't -"

Jeremy was quick to cut Fredrick off, holding out a hand of silence.

It was all too much: the noise, the lights, the glaring, Evan's lifeless body, and the blood strewn across their clothes like an abstract canvas.

"Can you please...?"

He mumbled without the need to finish his sentence.

All they needed was silence, a miracle, and you to comfort them... or scold them. Or both.