If I have to make a five slide presentation for class, I’ll gouge my eyes out. If I feel like making a 12-slide meme on my own time, you best believe I will.
As many of you know, The Game Theorists’ latest video stated that you play as the victim of the Bite of ’87. Truthfully, it came off as quite arrogant, considering the amount of evidence that had (or, more importantly, had not) been cited, when MatPat claimed that Scott Cawthon just didn’t do enough research.
Game Theory’s most recent FNaF theory video was proven wrong by Scott Cawthon himself, through this comment:
Game Theory had bashed Scott for putting forth an impossible scenario, as a victim of frontal lobe damage would not be able to register the kind of fear and concentration that your character in-game displays, but as the community is starting to figure out: you may not be playing as the bite victim at all, but actually his older brother, guilt-ridden and traumatized by his own actions.
There are multiple aspects within the game that shed light on this concept and make it extremely plausible:
The room you play in is clearly different from the little boy’s room you see in the mini games. First of all, the in-game room opens up into two hallways, both of which are not shown in the mini games. The in-game room does not lead into the hallway with a grandfather clock. Additionally, most aspects of the two rooms don’t match: while the floors in one are checkered, one is plain. The selection of toys are different, as well as the arrangement of the furniture. We never got to see the in-game room in the mini games, and we don’t get to see the room to the left of the living room area.
As we know, the older brother feels remorse for his actions, as he apologizes to the victim of the Bite before he dies in the post-night 6 mini game.
In an Easter Egg throughout the game, you can see flowers, pills, and an IV bag. Your character’s older brother, upon looking at his own bed in his nightmares, sees iconic items commonly found at the side table of a hospital bed.
The older brother of the victim is plagued with guilt, and now sees the animatronics as terrifying, nightmarish versions of themselves. As a common tactic regarding blame and guilt, the brother may have made the animatronics out to be more ferocious, deadly, and malicious than they were to help cope with the fact that he and his friends were the whole cause of his younger brother’s death.
One of the biggest points is in the trailer: the phrase “what have you brought home?” Many speculated that at first this meant Plushtrap and the evil made it into your home. With the newly realized information presented to us, we can now shift the focus to the big brother’s mindset. He brought home his guilt and trauma. He brought home death. The guilt overcomes the big brother and it makes him hallucinate about the demons he made the animatronics out to be and they attack him in his head throughout the nights. But to him, they are far more real than hallucinations.
The line “What game do you think you are playing?” also seems to address the older brother, who, throughout the course of the mini games, seemed to always be playing a sick game of hide-and-seek. Everything to him had seemed like a game, up until his little brother had gone limp in the jaws of Fredbear.
This would also provide an explanation for the “Nightmare” animatronic we see. Nightmare is the embodiment of his fears and regret for causing The Bite and Fredbear was an iconic tool in what he and his friends did to his little brother. Fredbear appears before him, horrifying, transparent like a shadow with a prominent frontal lobe, relentlessly attacking him—just like the guilt he endures every night because of his actions.
– H & G
I’d also like to add on that you’re awoken by an alarm clock at the end of the night. If we were playing as the comatose child, then not only would an alarm clock fail to wake him up, but it’s not something that would be present in a hospital room in the first place.
talking about 9/11 with white people is literally one of the most frustrating things ever because they won’t stop talking about their experiences (even if nothing happened to them personally), and when i, a middle eastern person, try to contribute to the conversation, i can’t get a fucking word in.
like what the fuck, nothing happened to you on that day – which, you know, thank goodness – so why the fuck do you insist on dominating the conversation? my daily life is still being effected by this even now, over ten years later.
but you’re not interested in hearing about how my fifth grade health teacher never again called on me or the arab girl in my class. you’re not interested in how whenever my family travels, all fourteen of us (a number that used to include young children) get “randomly” searched. you’re not interested in the fact that when i was asked to buy a propane tank for a barbecue, i spent the rest of the day stressed out and worried that the attendants at all the stores visited to inquire were all going to think i was making explosives (all stores in the neighborhood mysteriously were out of propane tanks in the middle of summer). you’re not interested in the fact that whenever my cousin prepares to fly on his own, his mother calls him to make sure he’s clean shaven so he doesn’t look “like a terrorist.” you’re not interested in the fact that when i was you’re not interested in the fact that i once witnessed a whole family of white people bypass the x-ray scanner for the old fashioned metal detector, but when i asked for the same treatment, i was denied; when i pointed out the (many) signs claiming that i had the right to refuse going through that machine, the tsa agent who mere seconds earlier berated me for my request went conveniently deaf. you’re not interested in hearing about how my sister was told “sorry about your leader” when osama bin laden was killed.
i could reference personal anecdotes until i went blue in the face.
there are countless people who have stories like this, stories that are grotesque and demeaning and terrifying. these are everyday occurrences.
but you’re not interested in any of that. frankly, you’re not even that interested when middle eastern and muslim (and sometimes non-muslim desi) people are subjected to extreme violence or killed. you guys got over chapel hill pretty damn fast. if you noticed it at all.
you don’t give a fuck about us, or our ongoing 9/11 stories. you just want to tell me about how horrible it was, sitting in class and listening to other kids get their names called on the pa system.
AngelMihe 