"C'mon, birthday boy! Why don't you give Fredbear a big ol kiss!"

Michael's friends cackled with him as he roughly grabbed his little brother, Evan, lifting up the crying boy to the—honestly creepy—animatronic bear.

"Stop crying! You're such a fuckin' baby, dude." Michael sneered, a grin splitting his face as he held his brother up to the robot bear's mouth. "Go on! Give him a kiss!"

The sickening, wet crunch that followed would make even the strongest stomachs churn as the animatronic suddenly malfunctioned, its heavy mouth closing on Evan's head.

Michael froze as blood splattered on his face—his little brother's blood. "Evan..?"

The party music screeched to a halt and the kids who'd been running around playing just a few moments ago were now screaming and crying for their parents.

At the centre of it all stood Michael, his eyes wide with horror as he felt his brother go limp in his arms, taking a shaky step back and watching as the body hung from the animatronic's mouth like a rag doll.

"Shit, we gotta get out of here." One of his friends mutters, grabbing Michael's arm. "Dude, c'mon. Your dad might actually kill you this time."