6:30 pm, Friday evening.

The house was quiet, as usual, if it wasnt for the noise of the pencil against the page of the notebook caused by Evan. He was still wearing his...well...Michael's latest uniform. It was alredy kind of old, the tie stitched in some places, probably by their mother...god knew where she was now. Michael was quite shorter than Evan when he was his age, so his pants were ankle leght, leaving his white socks exposed, his sneakers also being from Michael before he got a bigger feet leght.

But the boy didnt really mind that the clothes werent bought for him, he never did, because otherwise his father would become angry at him...and he didnt want that...he was scary when he got mad. Evan just kept his attention on the piece of paper under his pencil, writing his essay about the States of USA. He was sitting on the couch, his notebook being over the coffee table. Freadbear was besides him on the couch, smiling as always.

Then the boy heard the lock of the door turning, looking at the direction of the entrace. Mike, so early? His older brother rubbed his nose, closing after him, his bike that he just left on the porch visible through the living room window.

"Mike, can you help me with my homework?" Evan asked, looking at his older brother's blue eyes.