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                                   ✰   @ahsterism ruined  the  party . 

    it was ironic. evan had been so scared of springbonnie attacking him; tearing him apart and leaving him to die in the dark. it had been a twist that he had been attacked by fredbear instead .. but then again, michael was never predictable in how fucked up he was to him, was he? another day, another plushie ruined by the world around him. first foxy, then fredbear -- michael really had a knack for ruining anything evan liked. 

   he kept what he liked to himself these days. it was no one’s business what he enjoyed. nowadays his overly sensitive core had hardened. he became rough around the edges and decided that the world hated him. it’d been just like fredbear said -- michael hated him and no one else cared enough to stop him from trying to kill him. 

   today was one of the calmer days for evan. he was sat leaned against the arm of the couch, a pillow held and pressed against his chest. michael hadn’t been home for a majority of the day ; a relief to the entire house, surely. but rather than for the usual reasons, it was due to how yet another argument would surely break out the second they were in the same room together for very long. 

   the door opens, and someone comes back home. evan hopes that it’s dad, but the brief side glance he catches of someone coming into the living room gives him nothing but pure disappointment. as per usual. evan chose to focus on the television and not say anything for once; but god knows how long that would last. although he was staying silent right now, he already felt nothing but rage boiling up inside of him. 

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     he hates it. he hates how often people take what he says as the over-exaggeration only a child could come up with. evan knows what he saw, knows that someone hurt charlie really badly -- that he had to tell someone who did it. ever since that day, ever since he had looked outside of that window, saw charlie outside -- and saw the person behind her, he had been terrified. days were fights for his life, nights were battles against constant nightmares, a rabbit just around the corner waiting for him. he could hear him breathing sometimes, breathing as he held his door closed, trying in vain to keep the terror just beyond it at bay. 

      even now, evan doesn’t fully grasp how serious of an accusation this is -- in all truth, telling one’s brother that their father murdered one of his best friends must seem outrageous from anyone else’s perspective. but to him -- this is a cry for help. he can’t keep all of this fear inside forever, no amount of tears can get rid of what he saw. he doesn’t know what else to do, if this keeps up then he’s sure he will die -- and there will be nothing anyone can do to prevent it. but .. this irrational fear of a rabbit, it’s been replaced with something infinitely worse. something that someone might actually believe. 

      “ i-i was trying to find charlie, “ he starts from the beginning, voice quiet and shaken. he still remembers it, remembers how he couldn’t find her, all the other kids were having fun in their respective groups -- but he couldn’t find her anywhere! it was only when he had looked around, had he caught the glimpse of movement outside the window. “ she was outside .. i don’t .. i don’t know why .. “ it was late, it had been a little hard to make things out, so he had gone closer. only when he had, did he see. “ michael .. i saw dad -- i saw him outside .. i .. i saw his car .. “ evan tries to explain it. to rationalize it -- but that’s hard for a child to do. he could be wrong, he could have misunderstood. god, he wants to be wrong. that’s why he’s explaining this to michael -- michael’s smarter than he is, he can tell him if he’s wrong. 

      “ i know what i saw .. please. “ and if .. something happens to him, at least someone else will know what happened. 

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        @goldenburn​ ;  Cassidy's eyes flick toward the other with a quirk of the eyebrow. She didn't quite get what he was crying about, then again this was the first time she'd ever seen the kid. "Hey... What're you crying for?" she asks, her gaze still slightly hardened. Maybe she should lighten up a bit, but it was never something she was all that good at. Not that the beginning, anyway.

      most would expect that upon seeing a child crying, people would feel concern or worry. but evan had essentially become the laughing stock of this diner, opting to hiding under the tables to hide from those who might point and laugh at how overwhelmed and terrified he got whenever he was here. he tried to simply keep his eyes closed, focusing on nothing but the footsteps around him. if he was getting close he would recognize the footsteps, basically had them memorized thanks to his nightmares. 

      his parents didn’t exactly approve of how terrified evan was all the time -- such a sudden shift from joy to terror upon being here from their child was perhaps worrying, at least to his mother. but rather then taking him away from this place, from the monster that plagued him, he was instead ushered to spend time with kids around his age. “there was nothing to be afraid of”, was what she told him; he knew that wasn’t true.

      evan trembled idly, fumbling with his hands as he tried to focus on something, anything other than how scared he was. he knew that people were looking at him, probably laughing at him too, but he was trying not to focus on it. he was snapped out of his worries when someone asked him a question, and he looked up to see -- another kid. 

     " uhm .. “ he scrubbed at his eyes, attempting to get rid of the tears. cassidy’s hardened glare was enough to make him nervous, feeling like she was going to laugh at him if he told her that he was scared of the animatronics. it was a reasonable fear to him, but everyone else thought it was stupid for some reason that he couldn’t understand. “ it’s .. it’s nothing. “

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                             ✰   @goldcoloredglasses​ joined  the  party .

    a lot of the time evan was .. angry to say the least. he felt wronged, felt attacked, and he hardly felt safe after what had happened. although the nightmares were basically constant at this point, he no longer disturbed his family ,members about it. he would get through it on his own, his own struggles were his and his alone to go through. he was pretty much isolating himself as best he could right now. with the exception being his aggression and over-defensiveness. both of those being problems that people like his brother & his friends had more than earned.

    but chris & elizabeth had not earned it. there was a kinder side to evan still, the one part of him that hadn’t been crumpled up and thrown away after the bite. even if it had been a few years, and evan was arguably getting worse and worse, he still kept that up. he would not be a bad brother; he would not be like michael. 

    evan was sat at the dinner table. what time was it? he hadn’t bothered to look at the clock. he was eating a bowl of cereal in silence, staring at the wall as he thought about something or other. only when he noticed chris coming out of his room did he look at him from across the kitchen, looking at him blankly for a moment or two before he asked something. “ can’t sleep? “ 

    he knew the feeling all too well -- but it had been rare for anyone to come to his aid when he was having bad dreams. he tended to plead with michael until he let him sleep under his bed or on the floor .. he would try to be a lot nicer to chris then michael had been to him about his nightmares. 

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     ✰   @animatronicabundance​ :  ❛ can i give you a hug ? ❜  ||  comforting sentence starters.

         evan didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there. knees pressed against his forehead, curled in on himself in as small of a ball as he could manage. he had done all he could to block out michael’s laughter, eyes tightly closed as he was far too focused with trying to will away the bitter tears that he hated seeing so much. he wished he could be stronger -- wished he could be tough like michael wasn, so that maybe, just maybe, he could leave him alone. to be stronger would mean he could be free, but he was still weak. he would always be weak. 

         only when elizabeth asked him a question did he open his eyes. michael wasn’t here anymore -- he didn’t know how long he’d just been sitting there by himself; but it didn’t really matter did it? “ .. what? “ he loosened the hold on himself, that tight ball he curled himself into finally opening up. evan let out a shaky sigh, before he nodded his head -- finally registering the question. “ m .. mhm .. okay “ he responded, sniffling a bit. 

         evan didn’t trust many people to be nice to him -- it was essentially impossible to put that faith in people without assuming the worst right off the bat. but he wanted to trust elizabeth -- wanted to believe in his sister in a way that he could never believe in his brother. so, he would take the hug -- take it and hope that there ws nothing malicious behind something like that. 

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    ✰   @ahsterism :  ” get out! ” -michael he’s just such an ass im sorry  ||  angst sentence starters.

         even if evan liked to hide a lot of the time, he was still a person. people got lonely a lot of the time. so, when he had heard a bunch of people making noise in the living room, of course he had come over to see what was going on! fredbear had tried to dissuade him, telling him it wasn’t a good idea -- but he had gone anyways, leaving his golden friend hidden away in one of his boxes with the others -- one that had proven to be a safe haven against michael and his mean spirited pranks. 

         oh -- he’d never seen these people before! three new people, were these michael’s friends? he blinked at them a few times, taking in how everything seemed .. relatively calm in here. michael wasn’t being mean to them at all -- that was weird for him, he would’ve said it gave him whiplash if he knew the meaning of that word. he clung to the frame of the door, taking all of this in as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

         he slipped into the room, wanting to say something to the new people in the house -- only for michael to immediately cut him off. “ what - ? -- but -- “ he pulled back a bit, moving to pick at the seeve of his sweater as he looked at him. “ can’t i hang out with you guys too .. ? what are you watching -- ? “ he looked at the television, trying as hard as he can to just shift the topic so he can spend some time in the living room. he wanted to talk to some other people right now -- and maybe michael would let him if he was with his new friends. 

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     ✰   @terrortrapped​​ :  ❛  shh … it’s okay. you’re safe here now.  ❜ :)c  ||  comforting sentence starters.

       “  b-but charlie  -- “ evan tried to insist -- but it was no use. there was nothing he could do now -- already knew from mom that charlie was hurt really badly. hurt to the point where she wouldn’t be coming out to play with them anymore. he had seen it -- seen that .. monster come up to charlie .. hurt her -- hurt her more then he knew how to describe. all he knew was that it was bad, charlie was crying -- and he had ducked out of sight right before springbonnie could see him. god he was so frightened, frightened that he’d been spotted -- that springbonnie would come for him next. what else would someone do if they were him? he had to tell his dad -- had to tell him to help him!  

       evan pulled back a bit, arms wrapping around himself as he rubbed his shoulders. he shook violently, shook much more than he should have -- clearly just thinking about this was .. so much for him to bear. just thinking about what happened to charlie is enough to make the small boy feel like he might be sick, like he might break down into hysterics. but, he’s shushed before he can say anything else, told he will be safe. he lets out a shuddering breath, trying so badly to believe. after all, evan wants to be safe. even as he looks at the floor, trying to will away the seemingly never-ending tears -- he wants to believe that he will be safe. 

      “  i ..  “ he tries to think of anything coherent to say, but nothing comes to him. all that comes are more tears, more shaky breathing, and more seemingly nonstop shaking. even in this moment, he knew he might not be safe. he still wondered if springbonnie had seen him -- if there was a chance he was somewhere in this house, waiting for him. instead, he settles on just closing his eyes tight, maybe this way he might feel safe. 

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     ✰   @ahsterism :  ” are you stupid? ”  ||  angst sentence starters. 

         you’re stupid. you’re stupid, michael! evan feels something a lot more then sadness in this moment. he feels angry. of course michael thinks he’s stupid -- of course michael isn’t going to listen to a word he says. “ you’re .. you’re the worst big brother in .. in the world. “  he sits there curled up on the floor, clinging to his fredbear plush like his life depends on it. this is one of the only times he’s felt such anger towards his brother, rather than the usual confusion and sadness. but michael deserves it. he deserves it after looking at him like he’s the worst person on the planet every single day. 

       “ i .. i wish i didn’t have a brother..! “ he curls up around himself a bit more, seething with rage that he cannot possibly express. he thought about telling mom and dad, telling them how he hated michael and how he wanted him to go away forever. maybe -- maybe dad would let that happen .. maybe michael could just go away. maybe then, he’d feel safe in the place he was forced to call home. “ .. just .. just go away! go away forever! “ 

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      ✰   @tyrnize​ :  ❛  it’s okay. you can tell me.  ❜  ||  comforting sentence starters. 

        “ he’ll get mad if i do.. “ a hand comes up, wiping away the tears that never seem to stop coming. the fact that evan was confident enough to come up to zach was a miracle in of itself -- but the idea of telling him what he was so upset about made him feel like he should’ve just gone back to hiding. but -- he couldn’t stay here -- couldn’t stay in a place like this any more. if spring bonnie showed up -- then he knew what would happen. he would die. he knew he would die -- just like charlie did. and just like when charlie died, no one would care. they would just roll their eyes at the idea -- maybe it’d even make michael happy for once. 

        why does michael hate him so much? any time he tries to think about it -- he feels like he’s going to fall apart inside. this crushing infinite weight inside of him is always carried -- always carried when he thinks about his big brother michael. michael likes elizabeth so much more than than him -- michael likes his friends so much more than him -- michael likes everyone so much more than him. if he told him what springbonnie did, he’d probably push him right into the rabbit’s arms, watching gleefully as he did to him what he did to charlie. 

        a sob is barely stifled when he thinks about it. “ i-i don’t know -- i dunno where michael is -- ‘n i don’t wanna -- be here .. “ his words are spoken through breaths and sobs, clearly he’s just as terrified as usual, but this time he wants to get some help with it. after all, fredbear was right -- he couldn’t get to the exit fast enough, and if he found him, then he knew what would happen. “ michael hates m-me -- he wants spring bonnie to get me .. he’s gonna get me! “