I changed Kyle's last name into Afton, because... reasons ;)

The teen's lifeless body swayed, hanging by a noose a few inches from the ground, blood pouring from the fresh open wounds and dripping onto the tiles below. Dan's eyes remained wide open, bloodshot, tears running down from them, the pupils looking out the window as if staring directly at Kyle.

Despair bubbled up inside him, Kyle was drowning in it, his eyes hurting from all the crying. He rested his forehead on the glass window, sobbing and repeatedly banging his head against it, feeling his breathing hitch at every sniff he made.

"I-I'm sorry, Dan." His voice faltered, urging himself to look away from the hanging corpse. Suddenly, in the distance, there were loud blares of sirens coming his way.

Kyle immediately ran as fast as he could, away from the approaching cars, unsure to where as long as it got him away from the scene. His head ached from all the trauma he was going through, the torment from these past nights.

He eventually found himself back in his home, his body exhausted from the lack of sleep. The teenager slid down to the floor and buried his face between his knees again, not knowing how to react to what was happening to him and his friends. He angrily wiped his swollen eyes with his sleeve, the pain of it all making it too much for him to bear.

I can't save any of them.

The grieving teen stayed still for a few minutes, letting the coldness of the atmosphere get to him giving him chills. Kyle took a deep breath and blew it out from his mouth, trying his best to remain calm. It was quiet, he could hear the wind blowing softly against the trees outside, and the chirping of the crickets. It was a brief moment of peace for him, like a sense of security despite of all the frustration he was feeling.

Then there was a whisper coming from behind him. What made him quiver in fear was that he was leaning against the door. He didn't dare to look back. Instead, he shot up from his place and ran just as a large metal hook was brought down on him. He missed death by an inch.

Kyle turned around to see the nightmarish Foxy standing near the doorway maniacally running his razor sharp claws on the wooden frame of it. The fox's red orange eyes glowed bright staring eye to eye with him.

"It was fun hanging out with Dan, he was quite shy though." Foxy laughed, body twitching, constantly warping to Nightmare then back with every twitch.

Kyle's legs felt like jelly with the monster's taunt. "Please, stop..."

"Stop? We haven't gotten to the best part yet!" It guffawed, taking a few steps towards the teenager. Kyle ran away and Foxy gave chase, growling and hissing as its metal footsteps stomped the ground.

He dashed in the kitchen with the monster not far behind, going around the counter and into their garage. But before he was able to shut the door, Foxy's hand jammed between the crack preventing him to. He struggled to close it but moved away from the crack as Foxy clawed for him.

Kyle pressed his back against the door, his heart beating rapidly and body trembling, fear rising to his throat trying to fend off the monster that wanted to murder him. Luckily, Foxy retreated, pulling its hand back outside allowing Kyle to close the door completely and lock it. The teen then pushed a table against it as a reinforcement.

The teen was completely exhausted, drenched in sweat and tears catching his breath, his body breaking down from all the horrifying things happening to him. He backed away from the door upon hearing loud pounding from the other side.

As his heartbeat began to return to its normal rhythm, Kyle bumped against an object from behind, making him feel uneasy again. He turned around to look at it and saw a tall figure draped in cloth. He gulped, noticing the figure had an animatronic-like stance.

He quickly snatched a wrench from his father's toolbox and reached out a trembling hand up to the supposed head of it, his sweaty fingers grasping the dusty cloth. He took a deep breath and prepared to strike.

One... Two... Three... He pulled down the drapes and revealed a partially-built animatronic, most likely a prototype being built by his father. It was completely different from the rest of the animatronics he had seen - it was designed to look human. It had a grin on its face, thick long eyelashes over its green eyes, red cheeks, two ponytails, and a faceplate that could detach piece by piece. It looked like a large animatronic counterpart of his sister.

"You think I'd be under there, right?" A deep voice came from behind the teen making him turn around. He was once again face to face with Foxy who was casually leaning against his father's desk, as if waiting for Kyle to glance at him.

"Eric, please, I'm sorry!" The teen pleaded.

"Too late for that, Kyle, too late." The animatronic lunged at him, wrapping his long metal claws around his neck and pinning him against the wall.

Kyle wheezed, feeling the fingers tighten, "Do it." He said, glaring at the burning eyes of Foxy that was staring at him, "I deserve to die. Do it now."

A deep and distorted laugh came from the monster, "I'm not gonna kill you, Kyle. It was never my plan." Foxy tossed Kyle to the side, "And besides, I've got one more to kill." The teen glanced up at Foxy and saw him morph into another animatronic.

A nightmare Freddy Fazbear.

He gasped, "NO!"

Nightmare glared at him before disappearing into the darkness.

Then the telephone on the desk rang. At first he wanted to ignore it, but it kept ringing, forcing him to answer the call. His hand reached for the handset and lifted it up from the hook and brought it to his ear.

"Hello?" His shaky voice said.

"K-Kyle?" A weakened voice replied, it was a child, a familiar voice that made Kyle's breath hitch in sadness.

"Eric? Is th-that you?" He gripped the phone tightly, the tears flowing down the tip of his nose.

"I-I-I'm so scared, Kyle." Eric mumbled, fear evident in his trembling voice.

"Wh-where are you?"

"I-I don't know... I-I th-think i-it's my room. The-there are m-monsters everywhere, Kyle... the-they want t-to kill me. Fredbear wants to k-kill me, all of them wa-wants to ki-kill me."

Kyle gulped and sniffed, letting some of his sobs escape from his mouth.

"S-Save me, K-Kyle." Eric pleaded, his sobs louder than his brother, "Save m-me from this n-night-m-mare."

Then the line went dead.

"Eric? Eric?!" He yelled.

"Kyle!" He felt warm hands hold his shoulder and shake him. The teen gasped and quickly spun on the spot. It was his father, he had a worried look on his face.

Kyle broke down in his father's arms and hugged him tightly, letting go all of the pain by wailing. "I'm going crazy, dad. I'm going crazy."

"What's wrong?" Mr. Afton calmly asked.

"It's all my fault." His son said. William did not know what to answer. He knew what his son meant, he just responded by gently running his hand through Kyle's hair in an attempt to calm him down. In his mind was the scene of that horrific night when that happened.

"It's me who deserves to be punished, not my friends."

"Hey, calm down. What are you talking about?" He asked, taking his son to the living room and letting him sit on the couch. William then sat opposite him and took a deep breath, ears open for the teen's story.

"You're not gonna believe me if I told you." Kyle rubbed his arm, avoiding his father's eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry that I was furious at you for what happened to your brother, I know none of you wanted that to happen." Mr. Afton pressed his hands together, sighing from his mouth.

"We shouldn't have done that to Eric... Now we're paying for it." The teen slowly darted his swollen eyes at his father, "They're coming for us, dad. They have Eric, they have my brother."

"'They'?" The father raised an eyebrow, intrigued by what Kyle had said.

"The ones in our nightmares, the monsters, the ones who killed Andy."

The father shot up from his seat, "What are you talking about?"

As much as it hurt for Kyle to believe that his friend had died, he slowly nodded his head, letting a single drop of tear stream down the side of his face. "It was Bonnie who killed Andy, dad, as crazy as it sounds, but I saw it, I saw it in my dreams."

William was still unconvinced by this, "You need some rest, Kyle. You've been too hard on yourself."

"I know you won't believe me." He stood up, distraught and marched up to his room.

The longer I wait, the weaker Eric gets. I have to save him. No matter what's the cost.