DATE : TUESDAY 6TH SEPTEMBER 1983

Evan crawled under one of the party tables, his eyes already red and brimming with tears. He clung to the table leg, bringing his knees up to his chest as he saw Michael’s signature red converse sneakers pass by his hiding place.

“Where the hell are you, cry baby? I haven’t even given you your gift yet… don’t you wanna see Fredbear up close?” Both the smirk and malicious intent behind his words were very present in his tone. Why wouldn’t he want to scare his little brother on his own 7th birthday of all days? Everyday was the same, so why not now?

Evan let out a breath he could feel was making his face turn pink, quietly hyperventilating as he prayed that Michael and his friends would get bored and go away.

“Why c-can’t he just leave me alone…” he sniffled, rubbing his damp cherub cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater. It was like someone was turning the handles to the faucet in his eyes. He couldn’t stop crying.