Eric looked back at his brother, sleeping peacefully. Ian's breathing was slow and steady. Eric loved his brother.
"I can't FredBear. I'll get punished," Eric whispered. You must, Eric. Find that Foxy mask and destroy it! If you do, then he won't give you nightmares anymore! Who cares if you get punished?
"You need a break," Eric whispered while picking up his FredBear plush. He hopped out of his bed and went to the laundry room. He set the plush on top of the dryer machine and closed the door behind him. Now that FredBear was out of his hair, he went back to his room. He grabbed his pillow off of his bed and set it down next to his brother. He flopped himself next to Ian and smiled at him. He loved it when everything was calm and quiet.
Eric, you can't leave me in here! Get me out! Why do you love the person that gave you these nightmares?! Get me out or I'll destroy that mask myself!
Those words rang in Eric's ears. His heart quickened and ran to the laundry room. He got the FredBear plush and walked out. He was horrified that he would do so.