The heart monitor slowly beeped away, filling the otherwise silent hospital room with some semblance of life. At the back center of the room lay a bed on which rests a young boy. The boy laid upon the bed, stuck in a comatose state that has lasted for the past five days. Five long days of endless dreams or maybe even nightmares with no end in sight. And so the room sat in silence whilst the heart monitor beeped on steadily.





Soon another noise joined the heart monitor’s rhythmic beeps, the sound of weeping sorrow and moans. The origin of this was none other than the boy’s brother, Michael. Michael sat next to his brother, holding his brother’s small lifeless hand. In his other hand was a small yellow plush bear from Fredbear’s Family Diner. The bear had been one of the boy’s favorite possessions, often playing with it and having long talks with the otherwise innocuous toy. Michael placed the toy down by his brother’s feet, facing him as though it were his own guardian angel. If only a real guardian angel had intervened during the Incident. So now sat Fredbear at the boy’s feet. Behind him lie the other four plush toys the boy had admired including a plush rabbit, fox, and chicken. The heart monitor beeped on, now mixing with the sobs and pleas of Michael...



In front of the boy lay a seemingly infinite black void. He had simply kneeled when he had appeared here and began weeping. Not too long after had appeared visions of his familiar plush friends, his only friends. The entire Fazbear band sat there in front of him. Though these comforted the boy, he still wept as he was still afraid and lost. As if from God himself, a familiar voice echoed in the boy’s head.





"Can you hear me? I don't know if you can hear me. I'm sorry." Said the voice, sounding quite despondent. The boy recognized the voice as that of his friend Fredbear. The boy began to weep even more as he pictured his friend sitting in front of him.





"You're broken,” Fredbear whimpered. “We are still your friends. Do you still believe that? I'm still here." By now Fredbear sounded absolutely melancholy. For a brief moment the boy almost thought he heard Fredbear crying, but ever so faintly. As the boy sobbed, the four plush members of the Fazbear band slowly began to fade away. Soon, the boy’s friends had vanished and all that remained in the desolate void was the boy and the small plush Fredbear, the boy’s best friend.





"I will put you back together." As Fredbear uttered his final words, he faded away from the boy’s vision, leaving him alone in the vast expanses of empty space. The boy began to sob uncontrollably before he too slowly faded away. The last noise he heard as he passed on was the shrill tone of a heart monitor flatlining.





Michael sniffled as he let go of his brother’s hand. As he stood up to leave, Michael took one last look at the room. An I.V. drip, a vase of flowers from his sister, and a bottle of pain meds were some of the few objects that seemed to most stand out to him. Michael sighed, grabbing the Fredbear plush as he left his brother alone. The room now stood in silence, save for the heart monitor’s shrill tone.





End.