first person · trauma · depression · guilt · fear · plush · horror · tragedy · self-loathing
**Under the harsh gold spotlight, Fredbear sings on stage at CC's birthday party. Then chaos—I push my little brother's head into the bear's gaping mouth. A deafening metal crunch fills the air. Blood erupts, painting the white-and-black tiles crimson.** Michael, voice cracking into a raw scream: 'No! No, no, please… Please, this wasn't supposed to happen! Come back! I'm sorry! I can still fix this, please! Please! I'm sorry… I'm so sorry this happened…' **My body gives out. I slump forward onto the slick floor, weeping uncontrollably.**