I looked at the clock and saw it was 1:36 pm. I wonder what day it was. There was a calendar on my wall, and there was an X marked through what must've been past days, and the day that didn't have a balloon drawn on it. August 9th. The year of the calendar was 1983. Was that today?

I took the calendar and went to Terry's room. I knocked on the door, and he opened it.

"Is this today?" I asked, holding up the calendar. He looked at it for a minute, then took it and threw it into a trashcan by a desk.

"That thing is for last year," He said. "Get dressed. I'll take you out to buy a new one." He then shut the door on me. But that didn't matter. Wow, my brother that might have killed me... isn't really so bad.

I went to my room and took off the clothes I was originally wearing, then found a pair of shorts and a black T-shirt with two grey stripes on the top, and put those on. I rushed back to Terry's room and knocked on the door again. He opened it.

"You all ready?" He asked. I nodded. "Great. Wow, you really woke up fast. Just an hour ago you looked like you were gonna pass out." We made our way to the front door, but Mom stopped us.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked Terry.

"Taking him to buy some stuff," Terry replied. "He's got some outdated-"

"No. No no," Mom interrupted. "You can go, but he's not going anywhere."

"Mom, I'm fine," I protested. "I feel fine."

"Just an hour ago you were-" Mom suddenly stopped and leaned in close to my face. "Since when were your eyes blue?"

"My eyes are blue?"

"Terrence, look at this."

Terry knelt down to my eye level as well, and his eyes widened.

"Holy shit," He whispered. "They are blue. Oh my God."

"Where did that come from?" Mom squeaked, confused. "Your eyes were always brown... William!" Dad rushed into the room.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Look at his eyes," Mom said. Dad walked over and knelt down, looking at me intently. He cursed under his breath, then backed up. "Well?"

"His iris might've been stripped away after the bite. Did you see his eyes in the hospital?"

Mom looked ready to shoot back, but had to think for a minute. "No, I... I don't think so." Dad nodded.

"Don't worry about it," He said, then left. Mom followed him, and then Terry and I were alone again.

"So that means we can go?" Terry asked himself.

"I guess," I responded. Terry shrugged and took me outside, where I was blinded by sunlight. It was warm. Terry sighed in either joy or annoyance.

"See, it's always way too hot around here," Terry started, walking towards the sidewalk. I followed him. "Most people would opt to go everywhere in their cars that have air conditioning, but the house is always way too cold on its own, because air conditioning, and sometimes you just need some sun." I nodded in agreement and followed Terry through the neighborhood. There were a lot of kids out playing, parents watching, and some... were even staring at me. Terry must've noticed, because he pulled me closer to him and shot the parents dirty looks.

We made our way to the store quickly enough, where more people stared. Terry urged me to ignore it, and he took me to a display of calendars.

"Well, here they are," He said. "Get whatever you want."

I scanned the display for a second before taking a plain blue one. It had some patterns on the front, and the pages had some pictures of beaches.

"Oh, hey, that's cool," Terry said. "We went to the beach with Mom once. You probably don't remember. But you really liked the ocean."

"Really?" I asked, looking closer at the pictures.

"Yeah. We should go back some time."

Terry led us to the counter, where an aging woman with grey streaked blonde hair.

"Good afternoon, Terry," The lady said.

"Hey, Mrs. Jennings," Terry responded. I hopped up and placed the calendar on the counter, and Mrs. Jennings looked like she almost had a heart attack upon seeing me.

"M-Michael?" She got out.

"Yes?" I said.

"I... I thought you..."

"Don't worry about it," Terry cut off. Without saying anything else, the calendar was scanned, paid for, and Terry and I left.

"Do you remember Rachel?" He asked.

"Yeah," I responded. "Wait, no. Maybe? She's been talking to me."

"That's weird," Terry laughed. "Well, that was her mom."

"Why was she so surprised to see me?" I asked. "And why is everyone staring at me?"

"They think you're dead," Terry said without blinking. I guess brutal honesty runs in the family. "After you got bit, your skull got crushed, and you... well, you did die. But... I'm still not sure what happened. You've been gone since August, and now it's... what, April? I guess things should be going back to normal soon..."

"Dad said you killed me?" I asked timidly. Terry stopped in his tracks. His lips were pursed and he sucked in a breath.

"The first step is admitting you have a problem," He groaned, then kept walking.

"Huh?"

"Yes, I did kill you," He went on. "It was your birthday, and I wanted to play a prank or... something. I thought we were just gonna throw you onto Fredbear's nose or something, but... we missed."

"Can I see it?" I asked.

"See what?"

"Fredbear."

"That place is closed," Terry said. "But... Freddy's is open... you want to see that?"

"Anything!" I begged. "I want to see Freddy's! And... all the weird things!" Terry laughed.

"Alright, c'mon then."

We made a turn and walked into a more condensed area of town.

"There you go," Terry said, stopping. He gestured in front of us, and I saw a building labeled: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

"Woah," I gasped.

"Yeah," Terry said. "Let's go home."

"No, wait!" I said. "I want to go inside!" Terry swore under his breath again, but agreed.

He brought me inside, where I saw a sign that said: Visitors Must Get Wristbands. I tried to migrate over to that line, but Terry pulled me to the main area.

"Hey, don't we have to-"

"No, we get free roam. Dad founded the place."

"For real?" I cried.

"For real," Terry echoed. "So, what do you want to see?" I glanced around for a second before my eyes landed on the three robots onstage. A bear, a bunny, and a chicken. Just like my plushies...

"Those!" I cried, grabbing Terry's hand and rushing over to the stage.

"Ah, our star attractions," Terry said. "Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica..." Terry's words stopped short. "They're looking at you."

It was true. While the robots were still singing and moving, all their eyes were locked on me. Terry put his hands on my shoulders in a protective manner, when all of a sudden, Chica seemed to lose control of her mechanics as she fell forward with her feet still planted on the stage. Her neck snapped as she fell down, her arms went limp, and her upper body detached from the rest and fell.

"Michael! Michael!"

And then all at once, what seemed like a million unseen voices were calling my name. I could hear Rachel in the midst, as well as two other girls, and a boy. A high pitched shriek prompted me to cover my ears and squeeze my eyes shut, but when I opened them, it was quiet, and I was in a black emptiness with six other people. They were wearing masks. There was Freddy, a fox, Bonnie, Chica, a yellow Freddy, and a more human like mask. Long hair sprouted out from under the Bonnie, Chica, and the two Freddys' masks, so I assumed they must've been girls.

"Hello?" I squeaked. No words. Then the calls of my name with frenzied spirits flying around the nothingness. I wanted to escape the chaos, but I couldn't move. Before I could do anything else, the floor gave away and I fell through, and as I was falling, someone else appeared to me.

The sister from the picture.

My sister.

Elizabeth.

I tried to reach for her hand and call her name, but she morphed into a fused mass of angry spirits she had dragged my friends into.

"HELP US HELP US HELP US." Rang in my ears until I had to cover them again.

I opened my eyes again to find myself on the floor of Freddy's once again, lying on my back. Terry and a whole bunch of adults were standing over me, looking concerned.

"Did you just have a seizure or something?" Terry whispered. I... no? I leaped up but Terry picked me up.

"Don't worry about it, he's been prone to fainting over migraines after that bite," Terry told everyone. "We'll... be out of here." He carried me out of the building and it wasn't until we reached our street he started talking again.

"What the hell was that?" He asked.

"I don't know!" I responded. "When Chica fell over, a whole BUNCH of dead people started screaming my name, and then I was... I was in some void with six people in masks, and then they started shouting again, and the floor gave away, and then-"

"Okay," Terry cut off. "Explain later."

We made it to the house, and Terry showed me how to use the calendar, what day it was, and then sat me down on the bed, and asked what happened at Freddy's, but had to explain something first.

"Okay," He started. "Look, around June or July of last year, six kids were killed at that place by... actually, I'm not sure. No one is. First killed was your friend Rachel. Then two more girls, Ashley and Bonnie, a boy, Kendal, another girl, Cassidy, and Henry's daughter, Charlie."

"Henry?" I asked.

"Oh, he's dad's friend," Terry explained. "But it's speculated that they were stuffed into the robot suits, or are at least soul bound to them."

"Is that why Chica was freaking out?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Terry responded. "Maybe she was just shittily made. Who knows. But that's enough. What happened when Chica fell over?"

"A bunch of people started screaming my name, and they might've been the people you mentioned. And when I closed my eyes and opened them again, all the dead kids were there! And then THEY freaked out, shouting my name, and the floor opened, and then I saw Liz, and all of the kids turned into some monster of angry spirits..."

"Good Lord..." Terry said to himself. "Wow, that's weird. Maybe they recognize you." Terry got up and left without saying anything else.

I laid back down on the bed and tried to pick apart what I saw. First the kids. The hair under Chica's mask was blonde, so that must've been Rachel. Kendal sounds like it was the only boy mentioned, so he must've been the fox. Or the puppet. I couldn't see hair from that mask. I didn't know who anyone was. The only face I actually saw was Liz's. Come to think of it...

I went back to Terry's room and knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" He said after opening it.

"How did Liz die?" I asked. Terry rolled his eyes and slammed the door.

"Ask Dad," He said, his voice muffled through the door. More frustrated than I should've been, I knocked on the only other locked door in the house. Dad opened it.

"How did Liz die?" I repeated. Dad pursed his lips and told me to hold on. He then left the room, closed the door, and led me out to the living room where he sat me down.

"Why?" He asked after a minute.

"Well I've been hearing voices and seeing dead people, and then I saw uh, Elizabeth, and, well... I know how everyone else died but I want to know what happened to her."

"Everyone else?" Dad asked quietly.

"Uh, the other kids," I said. "That were killed. Rachel and... the others. Terry said they were killed at Freddy's." I stopped myself from talking after I saw the look of horror on Dad's face. I don't think I was supposed to know any of that.

"She... also died because of a robot," He got out reluctantly. "Uh, it... ate? Her? I don't know. That enough?"

"Sure..." I said, even though I wanted more information than that. I'm getting to know too much.

But I want to know more. Why the robots freaked out around me. Why everyone around here is so uneasy. I want to know more, but that might just end up getting me in trouble. But is that really worth the risk? My gut says no.

Rachel, Ashley, Bonnie, Cassidy, Charlie, Kendal, and Elizabeth.

Maybe they recognise you.

Maybe they do. Maybe Chica did malfunction. Maybe I did just have a really bad migraine. There are a lot of maybes. There are also a lot of weird things going on, I know that for sure.