"The Princess Bride"? Hmm. It's coming this September. Eh, even with a title like that, it could be cool. As I flip through a bunch of channels, sitting on the couch that I dragged in front of the TV, I'm really bored. There's pretty much nothing to do. Even though it's summer, I'm just sitting at home. My friends are all out, probably partying or something. Good for them, I guess. Me, I like isolation. I don't have that many friends. My brother's birthday is today, though. My baby brother, Christopher, is turning ten. He's a little man! It may not look like it to my friends, but I do care about him. We're brothers, and he's younger than me, so, of course I'll tease him. It's what siblings are for! I've tried to tone it down a little bit ever since the horrible thing that happened almost 4 years ago, in 1983. Yeah, he hasn't really been the same since Fredbear... well... exploded, basically. God, that must have sucked for him. To have his happiness ripped away that fast. Something... changed this week, though. I've noticed that I've done some pretty messed-up things to the kid. I've scared him as one of the Fredbear & Friends characters twice and even locked him in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza's maintenance room. Some guy who worked there, Jonathan, told me where it was after I said I wanted to take a "tour" of the place. My sane side came back just in time and got him out of there some time after locking him in. Right now, I'm starting to feel a bit strange. Like I did each time I did those stupid things to him. We both arrive at Freddy Fazbear's, with him constantly reminding me that we shouldn't go anywhere near the animatronics. "You've got my word, little man." I told him before we got here, smirking. As he goes to the dining area, far away from the stage, three of my friends, Carlos, Evan, and Byron, one with a backpack, come through the door.. Byron, the one with the backpack says a quick "hi" to me and sets the backpack onto a nearby table. We all crowd around it, me still curious, not knowing at all what he's trying to do. "Donnie, check this out." Byron says to me, beckoning for me to look into the backpack. I look inside and see four masks of the "Fredbear & Friends" cast, minus Fredbear. "Oh... you guys got your own, too?" I ask to my friends. "Yeah! So are we gonna do this or what?" Byron asks me excitedly. "Uh... do what?" "C'mon, man, you should know! He's YOUR brother! " Byron jokes. "Alright, so, since your little bro is turning 10, we should do a little, uh, hazing! You know, something he'll remember and love us for!" Yeah, this doesn't seem like it'll go well in sane me's mind. "You're acting a little, uh, what's the word... apprehensive, Donnie. What's the matter? Don't you wanna do this?" Evan asks me with a more serious tone. "Uh, yeah, sure! Let's, uh, let's... let's do it!" I nervously say. "Okay, you're acting... differently. Here, take this." Evan says as he hands me some small red circle. "We've each had one. Look, we're fine! Right, fellas?" The two others grin in response. I don't think that really tells me anything. Oh, well, wouldn't hurt to try. As I pop what I think is a pill into my mouth, I feel... something. I feel more impulsive. Less rational. The reasoning in my mind fades away until it's nothing. Byron gets ready to tell me his plan. "Alright, Donnie, you good now?" I nod quickly. "Good! So, what we're going to do is just play a little joke on your brother. We're gonna put on these masks, we're gonna grab Chris, and we're gonna make him give Fredbear a little "kiss". At least, we're gonna get really close to Fredbear." Alright, yeah. This is sounding good. I don't see anything wrong. Everything seems perfect. We put the masks on: I put on a Foxy mask, Carlos puts on a Bonnie mask, Evan puts on a Freddy mask, and Byron puts on a Chica mask. As we stand around at the entrance, Chris comes walking up. He freezes in front of us when he sees us all in the masks. As he usually does, he starts to cry. I would probably care if I had my rationality at this time, but that red pill did wonders. "Wow, your brother is kind of a baby, isn't he?" Carlos quips with a chuckle. "It's hilarious," I reply, smirking, "Why don't we help him get a closer look? He will love it!" As Chris begs and pleads with us, I realize that everything is actually going according to plan, which I kind of didn't expect. We drag him closer to the show stage, with him crying about how he "doesn't want to go". "You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer!" I yell to my friends, laughing. "Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" I announce. We count to three before we bring him up to Fredbear's mouth, just to scare him. We'll of course stop right after that, my inhibition being gone doesn't really make me go THAT far. Wait a minute. I'm actually shoving him inside Fredbear's mouth right now. I think I lost control of my body. I'm laughing... am I laughing? It doesn't feel like I am, but my body is. The laughter ends as soon as it begins. Fredbear's jaw clamps down with extreme power, after which I hear a very loud crunching noise, the sound of blood spilling on the floor, and then silence. There are parts of my little brother's scalp, skull, and brain on the floor in front of me. I vomit. There's nothing else I can do. What would you do if this happened right in front of your eyes? I find a phone in the building and dial 911. An ambulance will be here in five minutes, they say. I don't know if Chris can hold out for that long. I feel normal again. I'm myself. Why are these masked idiots even my friends?! They caused what was probably the death of my little brother, pretty much the only family I have left after mom and dad moved away from us. The paramedics arrive, pull my brother's head out of Fredbear's maw, wrap it in a lot of gauze, and put him on a stretcher. "Can you hear me?" I tearily ask to my maimed brother, "I don't know if you can hear me. ...I'm sorry." I just stand there for 10 minutes, soaking it all in. I spot that employee who helped me find the maintenance room, Jonathan, and go over to talk to him. We talk for nearly an hour about bad things we've done, and how to redeem ourselves for those actions. I avoid talking about what my friends made me do today, but I can tell he's also avoiding talking about something. Hmm, I wonder what that is.

