asexualdrago:devilshotlunch:happy birthday “Where are you?” He growled to himself. Looki
asexualdrago:devilshotlunch:happy birthday “Where are you?” He growled to himself. Looking all over the dining area for his little brother. He checked all the places the little twerp could hide. The bathrooms, kitchen, backstage, the employees only dressing room but all were empty. He wasn’t there. “For the love of God, you better come out right now! I am not playing games Evan,” He yells through his foxy mask. He didn’t see the reason for hiding. It was a damn joke. Why is he taking it so seriously? It all started off when their dad took he and Evan to work as he wanted to keep a close eye on his sons and make sure nothing occurred at home. No need for another “incident” at the house that involved the oldest. Evan seemed excited about it. As he was going to have a birthday there in a few days. Their mom and little sister headed off in the other car to do errands. In all honesty, he rather be left at home and hang with his friends. But that meant babysitting his annoying little crybaby of a brother. So he went with. Annoyingly, his brother came along too. But he brought his foxy mask as he figured he could prank him by scaring him like he usually did. Evan remained quiet in the car as he fiddled with the stuffed golden fredbear toy. Moving its little arms and holding it close. He hated that bear, it always seemed to stare at him and slowly hate him. Well he hated it too. “Remember, don’t touch anything. Especially the animatronics. They are going to be under maintenance and can’t risk them breaking. Understood?” Their father said while facing the road. His voice as stern as his gaze. “Yes dad.” He said begrudgingly, so much for scaring his brother with those creepy things. But he had other methods to mess with the crybaby. That was 2 hours ago. Now he was searching the entire pizzeria for Evan before his dad realizes that he went missing. All he did was shove him in a storage closet and held it shut. To him it was funny to hear him scream like crazy. Just when he let the door open, Evan rushed out the room and ran further into the restaurant. Their father was somewhere near the maintenance room where they kept spare parts for the two golden yellow animatronics. And its thick walls blocked out most noises and made it very difficult for anyone to hear anything. But he had to find him or his father will ground him and prevent him from seeing his friends. “Evan! Come out now!” Looking in the empty dining area and waited. Sniffling could be heard near one table that was close to the stage. He felt like an idiot for not noticing earlier. “Evan I am going to kill you.” He murmured under his breath. Stomping over to the little boy’s hiding spot. His Foxy mask still on his face. He yanked the table cover to grab him but stopped. Evan’s sobs were heavy. As if he had trouble breathing. He didn’t dare look up at him as he was afraid that he might hurt him. Like he usually did when Evan started crying. Just to get him to shut up. He tried to control his sobbing and breathe but be couldn’t. He rubbed his tear filled eyes with his arms and hid his face. “N-no,” he heaved. Almost sounding like he was going to throw up. Although he couldn’t see his face because of the mask but his older brother wasn’t laughing, no less smiling at his suffering. He frowned. He didn’t expect this to happen. He was just overreacting. It was a joke, but why does he sound like that? He didn’t know what to do but stare at Evan as the Golden Freddy plushie stared him down with discontent. It was a damn joke! That’s all it ever was! “What is going on here?” Oh no, dad. Shout out to @devilshotlunch and their art. Not Mine, but I saw it on my feed and wanted to write a story for it. -- source link