You knew Michael bullied his little brother, but never knew how to prevent him from it.. It's not like Michael ever went far with bullying Carson, though. Just harmless pranks and scares. Until today. It was Carson's 12th birthday, a day that should be happy and exciting for him. That should be. Michael decided with his friends that it would be funny if they put Carson's head in Fredbear's mouth, then they would pull him back out after a couple of seconds. You tried to warn them that it would be dangerous and stupid to do it, as there were still faults with the animatronics, but they didn't listen. Carson was just talking to some other kids at the pizzeria when Michael pulled him by his arm. "He-Hey, wai-wait- Where are we going?.." He tried to pull back from Michael, but it was futile. He started to pull Carson to his friends, helping Michael lift Carson up. He grinned as Carson noticed they were going to Fredbear. Carson screamed and sobbed while they brought him closer. "N-NO! PUT ME DOWN, I DON'T WANT TO GET CLOSER!" He yelled out. Michael grinned underneath his Foxy mask and put Carson in Fredbear's mouth. "Guess he likes Fredbear, guys!" He laughed and a few seconds passed by, he pulled off his mask and spoke, "Alright, funs over, let's pull him ou-" Crack. Crunch. Splat. Drip. Carson's head had been bitten down by the animatronic. Michael's eyes flew wide open as blood flew and splattered across his face. Holy shit. You and Michael were in his father's car, quickly driving to the hospital after the ambulance had picked up Carson. Michael sat in the backseat beside you, a blank stare on his face. He had a firm grip on his thighs, his nails piercing into his skin. You watched blood slip through his fingers and gently grabbed his hands, holding them; you examined his face before his gaze slowly fell onto you.