#The Afton eldest kids are angry

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Vanessa and Michael Afton fight their Dads

#myart #chloesimagination #five nights at freddy's #comic #vanessa fnaf #vanessa afton #michael afton #springtrap #william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #fnaf movie #sister location #fnaf 3 #fnaf fanart #The Afton eldest kids are angry #and honestly I support them in destroying their dads into dust #I think it’s their right to defeat them

[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 10

Spend the Night: Ch. 10

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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Now behave For the voices in the halls Will try to eat you up alive So before the show begins Please don't hold against our sins 'Cause by dawn you'll be crumbling in your skin

~Unfixable by Dagames~

“You haven't been a home to me in decades, Father,” Michael spat, releasing Charlie so she could get out of his way.

He honestly didn't know what he was going to do right now. There were so many options: claw William's eyes out? Slice off his ears first? Go for the legs and incapacitate him, then work on the ears?

But... no. Michael caught that gleam in the rabbit's eyes—that look of utmost confidence, like nothing in the world could hurt him at that moment. And then, the gravity of the situation finally dawned on the eldest Afton.

Gone was the greenish-yellow fur, decayed after years of being soaked with a combination of oil, mold, and rotting human remains. The outer casing, once torn enough to show literal human bones and mummified tendons poking through, was now bright purple and pristine. A golden, red-rimmed star graced his left cheek, reminiscent of a sticker a kid might press onto their favorite toy. This was still Bonnie, but not the version Michael had associated with his father for so many years.

In a hushed, horrified tone, he whispered: “You... you have a new body? How...?”

“Ah ah ah!” William tutted, gently tapping the side of his muzzle, the nose squeaking with each press. “I'm an entertainer, Michael. I can't give away every magic trick.”

He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, Bonnie’s ever-smiling grin seeming to widen. The over confidence in his movements reminded Charlie of the day those angry little souls had cornered him, right before he ran into that bunny suit. This was what Charlie truly feared with William’s persistent immortality, and she tried to discreetly make herself smaller as she stood by her friend.

“Honestly—it would bore you two with how much you missed,” William sighed, looking to Michael and raising Bonnie’s dark eyebrows. “In a roundabout sort of way, I have a new body the same way you do.”

As usual, that answered nothing at all. William had never explained anything that was happening to them, only leaving clues in his wake for Michael to find and scrabble the mismatched pieces together.

“Now that I've leveled the playing field, I believe you both wanted to speak to me?” He gave them a lopsided smirk, knowing that Charlie was cowering. She didn't even look animate at that moment, frozen like a statue behind Foxy’s swashbuckling coat.

Initially, Michael could only growl in response. He took a threatening step forward, but it was half-hearted. He hated to admit it, but he was a bit scared. William was intimidating in this new form, so self-confident and sure—a far cry from the last time Mike had seen him, rotting and burning on the way to his own personal hell.

Well. So much for that plan, Uncle Henry, Michael thought with a grimace. Eventually he found the will to talk again, voice cold and hard.

“We want to do more than just speak to you,” he snarled through clenched teeth, flexing sharp claws and an even sharper hook. “Most of what we want to do doesn't involve words. But I do have one thing to say—I've tried to tell you for years, but you didn't listen.” Michael let out a mirthless laugh. “You've never listened, though, so I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised. But maybe you'll be more receptive with your new and improved ears.”

He locked gazes with his father and spoke in a tone that begged absolutely no question. “I HATE you.”

William didn't really expect anything different. Or, really a response at all. His ears twitched at the words, giving off a look of... remorse?

Surely not; it was doubtful that man was even capable of such an emotion anymore.

“Such harsh words for your father, Michael. My only regret is not telling you everything from the start. Probably would have made all this less confusing for you.” William turned, unconcerned by his son's threatening posture. He instead focused on fixing his bowtie in the mirror.

“—Got to say, this reunion is a bit disappointing. I expected at least a ‘thanks, dad,’” he went on, his reflection gesturing towards Charlie as his eyes locked onto Michael’s in the glass. “I understand that Charlotte hates me. What excuse do you have, Michael?”

“What excuse...?”

That did it. If Mike thought he was mad before, it was nothing compared to how he felt right now.

“What excuse?! You've taken everything from me, and killed so many innocent people in the process! Charlie, Lizzie... even Uncle Henry wouldn't have died in that fire if you hadn't forced him into making that stupid plan to get rid of you—and I'm so, utterly disappointed it didn't work.”

Sharp teeth were bared now as Michael completely ignored the others in the room. It was just William and himself. Father and son. Murderer and—

“You even killed me, you know.” Michael's voice was dangerously soft, an opposite reflection of the turmoil and pain he felt inside. “If it weren't for your atrocious Funtimes, I wouldn't have been scooped! Did you even know about that?! How the soul of my dead sister and her creepy robot friends thought I was you and tore my insides out, then piloted my body around for a week until they left me to die on the sidewalk?!”

Michael palmed at his metal stomach, a faint echo of the past and the shock he'd experienced that day.

“But unfortunately, my soul stuck around. Didn't you wonder why the fuck I was purple when I finally found you again? It wasn't just the uniform, dad—I was corpse, just like you. And it was all because I was cursed with your disgusting, murderous face.

“So, to answer your question: there’s quite a few reasons why I despise you with every fiber of my being.”

Finally Michael clenched his jaw shut, unwilling to say more. If he tried, he feared he might just start screaming. He glanced at Charlie by his side, and too late he realized that he wasn't sure how much she knew about his initial death and how he'd existed afterwards.

Puppet had her mouth covered. It was horrific. Michael had truly suffered through the years. The trial of watching everyone around you die, including yourself... Unable to stop the horrible cycle that William refused to end.

“Why?” Charlie asked, her voice box muffled by her hands. “William, why?”

Will was close to the mirror now, hand braced against it. Death had jaded him, certainly. His feelings long-eroded, the only thing left in his mottled brain was his original idea—to use the souls of children to reanimate his loved ones. When one dead child became another, in turn the universe sent another tragedy to rip his family away.

But despite all this, William persisted. When he found the world's best bandage for the nastiest boo-boo, how could he just sit idly by and let death win?

“I didn't mean to leave you, Michael. You're right, it's all my fault.” William turned, moving slowly as he stepped closer to them. Answering Charlie's question, he responded in a delusional voice. “Sometimes, you'll do crazy things for the people you care about. You can't stop me...”

“Killing kids sure is a funny way to show you care!” Michael yelled, shifting in front of Charlie protectively. “This ends tonight, Father.”

And with that he lunged, pirate hook glinting in the dim light as he swiped at William's face.

“No!” Vanny shrieked, finally spurred into action by the legitimate threat to her savior. She lurched forward as well, though she'd been lingering in the doorway and had a few feet to travel before she could reach them.

Charlie thought if she couldn't muster the courage to fight William, she'd keep Vanessa from getting herself killed while Michael fought his father. Sideswiping Vanny, Puppet attempted to grapple her to the ground.

“I'm sorry, Vanessa!” she yelped over the sound of them both hitting the hard concrete.

Vanny simply shrieked as she was tackled. She struggled valiantly, but though Charlie wasn't nearly as tough as her Glamrock counterparts she was still stronger than a human—even a pissed off one in a bunny suit.

William saw the attack coming, ducking his head as the heavy claw swung to pierce the metal casing on his face. A short gasp escaped his lips, surprised by his own speed before shooting a fist out.

“I did it to bring him back! I would have done it for any of you!” he explained fruitlessly. William had gone crazy, unable to understand how destroying all those naïve children’s futures would never make up for the death of his own family.

Michael grunted at the blow to his stomach, unable to dodge fast enough. Unlike his father with decades of experience piloting an animatronic that was far inferior to his new one, Mike had only been at this for less than an hour.

“Don't... don't you dare talk about Evan!” Michael yelled once he'd regained his balance. “I wanted him back, too, but I also needed you! My dad, who was supposed to help me, just... left me!”

Yes, William might’ve been physically there to make sure his remaining kids’ basic needs of food and shelter were met, but Evan's death unintentionally severed whatever emotional connection they'd had. A cross between a sob and a growl of anguish escaped Foxy's voice box as Mike tried another swipe at William, this time for his arm.

The emotional drain of this encounter was already taking its toll. Mike was losing focus, unable to think of how to outsmart this tricky, old soul as his mind narrowed to a pinpoint of:

Slash, maim, destroy, KILL

Vanny's anguished screams were freaking Charlie out. If she’d broken a bone, she was going to feel awful… Still, it was better than either of the enraged Aftons outright murdering her by accident. That was what she and Michael were trying to avoid in the first place.

The Bonnie suit was dexterous, but William could only move so fast. A light scratch marked up the paint on his arm as he dodged his son's second cutthroat swipe.

“I thought you were strong enough to be on your own! You hate me for having faith in you?!” Jumping onto a nearby workbench, William shouted at Michael as he kicked crates of spare parts to keep him at bay.

“How the hell was I supposed to know you had faith in me?! I was still a kid!” Michael snapped back, stalking closer to William and doing his best to either dodge or smack away the flying parts that came at him. “You might not have treated me like one, but I was! And I'd just watched my brother die in front of my eyes! Why can't you understand how horrific that was?! All the guilt I felt?! I know it was my fault, but you weren't even there to listen to me admit it!”

Vanny could see William steadily getting closer to her. Spurred on by this she redoubled her efforts to escape Puppet's grasp, ignoring the dull ache in her right arm; she'd probably bruised something, but to her relief it didn't quite feel like a broken limb. After a bit, Vanny managed to struggle her upper torso free and hold out her arms, hoping William would be able to snatch her up and take them both away now that he finally had a body of his own.

“Michael, I—” Will began, before he spied where Charlie was wrestling Vanessa on the ground.

She was the key for getting around in this damn place. Vanny was still useful, and so William hopped down from the table and kicked Charlie away like she was nothing more than an annoying gnat. The Puppet smacked the wall painfully, her skull beginning to emit sparks and a hard grinding noise as she attempted to silence her music box. Moving suddenly became harder now.

Scooping Vanny up and holding her under the arms, William brandished the patchwork rabbit towards his son. “Ah! Don't move! You wouldn't want to hurt my friend by accident, right, Michael?”

Vanny giggled deliriously. It seemed that the more unhinged William became, so did the lingering glitch in her brain. What Vanny perceived as a comforting hug and a friendly warning was Will mostly just using her as a meat shield—yet she was lax in his grip, letting most of her weight drape over the animatronic's arm. “Yes... We're friends~”

Michael froze in his tracks. Directly in front of him was his father, the man he'd been trying to take down for nearly his entire life. Again, William was using an innocent to further his own selfish needs. The orange eyes of the fox shifted. To his left was Charlie, clearly damaged and hurting. Mike could try for Will, and he might actually be able to do something about him once and for all...

But that was only a possibility. However, there was a guarantee that William would injure Vanessa without hesitation if Michael moved towards him. He couldn't risk another life lost—physically, at least. He didn't even want to think about the mental torment Vanessa was going through with a crazed child murderer in her head.

Michael turned away from his father with a snarl, rushing to his dearest friend. As he gently picked her up and analyzed the fresh damage, he called out in a strained voice: “Charlie! Charlie, are you awake? Can you still talk?!”

William happily squeezed Vanny, pleased that the plan worked as he attempted to shuffle out of the room.

Live to fight another day, he thought, knowing Vanny couldn't possibly disagree with how happy she was to be snuggling with her favorite pal. Though it hurt to leave Michael yet again, he knew his son just wouldn't understand yet. Clearly he’d been hanging around Henry's brat for too long, and she’d started to make Michael soft.

Charlie was having trouble turning her head and her music box drowned out any helpful words she may have had. All she could do was raise her hand and point at the troublesome bunnies escaping. She was more worried about William leaving than her own wellbeing.

“Ha-Have to s-stop—” Charlie sputtered in a garbled radio frequency. The harder she tried to talk, the worse the grinding noise became.

“Shh, shh, okay, just—relax,” Michael tried to soothe, knowing his words were probably useless. He could feel the panic and confusion emanating from the Marionette, and it took all his willpower not to turn around and stop William as he ran out the door with his human “friend.” Michael waited for the heavy animatronic footsteps to recede down the hall, teeth clenched and head hung in shame. Once he could no longer hear Will stomping he lifted Charlie into his arms, helping her wrap around his body as best she could.

“I'm sorry I let him get away,” he murmured in whatever was considered the Puppet's ear, rocking her slightly in a vague attempt at comfort. “But if I acted again, he was going to kill Vanessa, and I... I couldn't let him do that. She's still useful to him, so he's not going to try anything for a while. At least, I hope.”

He stopped shifting, squeezing his eyes shut as he took in a simulated, shuddering breath. “God, I can't... I-I let you get hurt again, Charlie. I’m sorry...”

“No—t you—your f-f-fault,” she corrected as her hand went out to weakly pet the side of his head.

They had fallen right into the trap. The bastard couldn't even fake being sincere before trying to kill her again, Charlie thought with a white-hot anger. Now Vanny and Gregory were in more danger than ever because she still wasn’t strong enough to stop him. None of this was because of Michael, though, and she needed him to know it.

“D-Don't bla—ame yourself,” her voice box strained to say.

Michael simply squeezed her tight for a good while. Then, he let out a determined huff and turned to the doorway.

“Right, no time to waste—let's get you repaired so we can track down those bunnies again,” he said, starting to walk back towards Parts & Service.

Repairing Charlie wouldn't be a problem at all with his technical prowess. Michael would get her fixed up and then they could check on Freddy and Gregory to make sure the pair were okay before resuming their search for William. In the chaos of their recent encounter, he'd almost forgotten about the other rogue animatronics, the boy hiding from them, and his steadfast robotic protector.

...Almost. Despite it all, Gregory was in the back of his mind. He couldn't let another child befall the same fate as those they'd already lost due to William's madness.

It was frustrating. Clearly her friend needed words of encouragement, but Charlie was unable to properly annunciate her feelings to Michael about how he couldn't be there to protect everyone all the time, no matter how hard he tried. Without Freddy, yes, Charlie would be furious that they’d left Gregory behind.

But thankfully, none of them had to do this alone.

The Puppet did attempt to console Michael some more, but as she tried to nuzzle against him her head snapped painfully to the side and her music box crackled slightly behind the mask. “S... sorry—orry.”

“Hey, I said relax!” Michael gently chided, hoping his light demeanor would detract from his obvious worry. He’d be able to fix her—he would. She’d be speaking normally in no time at all. He managed a small laugh. “You’re still not going to listen to me after all these years, huh? So stubborn…”

She was trying too hard, maybe. Charlie felt called out as he carried her through the darkness. Even with her dented skull, she’d fight tooth and nail to try and do things her way.

Still, it was hard to argue with Michael’s logic. Stressing herself out would only make the damage worse. For now Charlie would have to be content with being carried like a doll again. Giving Mike something close to a pouting huff, her hands fell uselessly to relax on her torso as she remembered all the times she took not being broken for granted.

“Much better!” Mike’s laugh was a bit more genuine now, eyes lighting up as he spied the repair cylinder. He wasted no time in rushing inside and locking the door. Moon had disappeared to who knows where after their last encounter, but Michael didn’t want to risk being caught by surprise should he or another animatronic return.

Righting the overturned chair, he gently set Charlie in it. “Okay! First thing I’ll do is check inside your faceplate to see—”

Whatever excitement has started to build was instantly quashed as Michael moved his right hand to begin working… only to remember that he now had a shining hook in place of fingers. That certainly put a damper on a fast repair.

“Well, shit.”

***

Freddy hadn’t had time to respond to Charlie before she and Michael rushed out of the security office in search of whatever wrote those taunting messages on the monitor. The bear stared after them, blinking a few times; at least they’d had the wherewithal to close the door behind them.

Freddy soon refocused on his most pressing concern: Gregory, who was still sitting in his lap. Now that the others were gone it was just the two of them, and by the look on the poor boy’s face it was clear their swift departure distressed him.

“Are you alright, superstar?” Freddy asked, looking down with concern.

Gregory shook his head. Whatever had gotten the two so worried now had completely vanished from the monitors. Lifting his eyes, the boy met Freddy’s gaze worriedly.

“Is there any way we can help them?” he decided to ask, wondering if this battle was something they could aid in or if they’d just have to sit back and wait.

“At the moment, I do not know,” Freddy admitted with a frown.

Of course he wanted to help, but Michael’s reaction had been so strong, Freddy knew that whatever they were up against was a far greater threat than he realized. If only they’d actually gotten to talk to each other before he and Charlie stormed off…

Freddy’s eyes snapped to Gregory’s. The bear might have been out of commission for a while, but the boy hadn’t.

“You can help me with something, though—there is a small gap in my memory from when I was powered down,” he explained. “Did you learn any new information from Charlie and Michael while I was out? Anything about them personally, or this situation as a whole?”

Clearly Mike’s soul had found its way into Foxy, but how much did Gregory understand about their true ghostly nature? Did he know that Michael and Charlie were more than just rogue AI programs like Freddy had indicated earlier? The bear needed to gauge the boy’s level of understanding before he could speak further so he didn’t overwhelm him.

Gregory looked to Freddy again with a heavy crease in his brow. Poor, innocent Freddy. He was going to be shocked when he heard this... It’s a good thing he was already sitting down.

“Oh man,” Gregory began, bracing himself by placing a hand at the middle of the bear’s chest. “I don’t know how to tell you this…”

With the concerned look the bear was giving him, he figured the best way to say it was to come right out with it. After a huge sigh, Gregory admitted: “I’m sorry… But I found out that Mike and Charlie? They’re ghosts—they’ve been haunting this place for a while I think. I know that might be hard to understand, but… but they’re just people, you know? I think they died super young.”

He hoped this didn’t change the way Freddy saw their friends in the long run.

“…Ah.” The bear nodded in understanding, not seeming shocked at all. “So they told you. I was aware of their ghostly nature, though I do not know how or why they came to be this way.” He gave Gregory an apologetic smile. “I am sorry we kept that from you—we were not sure how you would react.”

Then he frowned, processing something else Gregory said. “Wait… They are both young?”

This time there was a hint of shock in his voice. He realized just then how little he actually knew about the spirits. He’d seen Charlie’s face in Michael’s memories, but the man in Freddy’s head still remained a mystery. Whatever jumbled thoughts had slipped through when they were tied together still didn’t make much sense to the bear.

Then, something clicked: Michael and… Charlie. No—Charlotte. That was her full name. She’d revealed her identity earlier, when Freddy was still new to the concept of ghosts and his electronic brain couldn’t quite connect all the dots.

“When I was human, my father was the co-owner of the original Fazbear dinner.”

She was Charlie Emily. So then, if she’d claimed to know Michael for a long time the logical conclusion was that he was in fact Michael Afton—son to the other founder of Fazbear Entertainment, William, who'd been mysteriously wiped from every record possible for reasons unknown to anyone in this day and age.

But… that was impossible. Charlotte had died many years ago, and Michael had gone missing a few years after. Even Freddy’s simple history of the company told him that much.

So if they were somehow back from the dead… what did that mean?

Oh great! Gregory wondered what other secrets were being kept from him. While he pouted as Freddy told him the truth, he didn’t seem very mad—just annoyed at being out of the loop. Honestly, things could be a lot weirder. They’d already faced strangeness head-on together, as killer robots had seemed farfetched in Gregory’s arsenal of potential threats until this evening.

Back to Freddy’s question. How old was Michael really? Hard to say, coming from a kid who thought anyone over the age of eighteen was an “adult.” When Gregory saw Mike’s face—his real face—he looked pretty young. Whether he was still a teen had Gregory scratching his head, though he was willing to bet Michael was on the older side given his attitude towards himself and his apparent love of 80’s glam metal.

Gregory gave Freddy an undecided shrug. “I think he’s probably, like… like—if we’re talking about when he died? I saw his ghost, and he didn’t look super old. Maybe 20, 21?”

Gregory was terrible with guessing ages anyway, and he could only assume from the stuff he’d learned through movies that ghosts’ appearances were essentially “stuck” as they were when they kicked the bucket. Still, that left the question of how Charlie and Mike lost their lives and attached themselves to this place and the animatronics around them.

Even with Gregory’s haphazard guess of Michael’s age, Freddy’s assumption still tracked relatively well. He wouldn’t know for sure until he asked them, but combining all his scattered knowledge it did seem like their new friends were in fact Michael Afton and Charlotte Emily.

“…I think this mystery goes much deeper than you and I can hope to understand until we reunite with our friends,” Freddy eventually said with a slow shake of his head. Then he gave Gregory a smile and gently ruffled his hair. “But that is alright—as we do not know how long they will take, you and I can still make ourselves useful by getting the rest of those access passes. The more areas of the Pizzaplex are open to us, the better off we will be in the long run.”

He looked to the monitors again, his expression falling slightly. “And if we find a way to stop the other animatronics from chasing you along the way… so be it.”

Freddy hoped they would simply be able to avoid his infected friends while they wandered, but based on Roxy’s increasingly erratic behavior he had a feeling they might be on higher alert as the night went on. If things came down to it, Freddy would protect Gregory in whatever way necessary—even if it was at the expense of his once-lovable companions.

Gregory could think of a few ways to stop them from chasing him. Smash them; dismantle them; burn them. Really, if Freddy wasn't looking and one of his "buddies" was threatening him, the kid might just snap. If Freddy happened to find one of his pals smashed from a fall at a broken escalator, Gregory would own up to it if asked. Though he couldn't see himself regretting it.

After all, they could be rebuilt and downloaded back into new bodies; Gregory couldn't. Not unless he was like Michael or Charlie.

“I'm ready if you are!” the boy said, excited to get moving again. The faster they got those access passes, the quicker they could help the others and escape the danger of the Pizzaplex.

“Excellent! Now, the next two passes can be found in the Monty Golf and Fazer Blast offices,” Freddy explained. “I believe the easiest one to retrieve is in the golf course; however, we need Party Passes to enter both locations, so…”

He trailed off, staring straight ahead with a frozen expression of concentration, save for his eyes which rapidly moved back and forth. Freddy’s AI was calculating the most logical path to achieve their objective based on all the tasks needed to do so.

“Alright, here is the plan!” he announced after a moment, ready to make some progress. “Chica keeps a stock of Party Passes in her room; we will go there first, retrieve the passes, then stop by my room on the way to Monty Golf—I have a gift for you that I think will prove quite useful to both of us.” The bear grinned, knowing Gregory would be excited by this prospect. Hopefully getting a present would lighten his spirits a bit. “Then, we can head to Monty Golf, retrieve the next security card, and return here to figure out the next step. How does that sound?”

Gregory looked at Freddy like he’d put stars in his eyes. He’d seen the animatronics give gifts to children at their parties before—usually a company raffle or special ticket that a kid could use to receive an exclusive prize.

“Heck yeah! Let's blow this popsicle stand!” Gregory exclaimed, hopping off Freddy’s lap and rushing to the door. He seemed to bounce slightly from one foot to another as he waited for the bear to take his hand, anticipating the useful gift.

Freddy laughed at the boy's contagious excitement, quickly unplugging his charging cord and setting it on the desk. He debated carrying it around in his stomach hatch just in case of another power drain, but he'd much rather assure that Gregory had room to hide inside if needed. Besides, the path they were about to take was littered with charging pods, so Freddy should have no problem locating one if his battery started to drain a bit too low for comfort.

Taking Gregory's hand, the bear led him back to Rockstar Row. They looked around cautiously for animatronics, but it was eerily silent in the museum. The others must be on patrol elsewhere in the Pizzaplex—a concerning thought for later, but it suited their immediate purposes just fine. After a quick stop in Chica's room to snatch a few Party Passes, the pair were back in Freddy's abode.

“Let me see...,” Freddy murmured, rummaging around in the drawers of his vanity. “I know I had one in here—aha!”

With a triumphant grin, he held up a small object by the tips of his claws. It was a child-sized watch, made to resemble Freddy's color palate and even complete with a set of tiny ears and top hat. “Take this—it is a novelty Freddy Fazwatch. This one is particularly special, as it is synced directly to myself. This way, I will be able to communicate with you if we ever get separated.”

Gregory had never been given such a gift before. It was on his wrist in mere seconds as he admired the sturdy, rounded plastic edges. There were several neat properties of the watch, despite its size. He could write notes on the interactive touch screen and even pull up a map. With the ability to zoom in on any attraction or store to get his bearings, Gregory wouldn't have to worry about accidentally being separated from Freddy or the others anymore!

Testing out the watch Gregory raised his wrist to his face, feeling like a spy from a futuristic movie.

“Can you hear me? Over.” He chuckled, able to hear himself echoing somewhat from the bear’s close proximity. “Thank, Freddy!”

“You are very welcome, superstar!” Freddy replied, his voice coming from both the watch and the bear himself. “Now you can call for me if you are ever in trouble—or if you ever just want to talk. Over.”

His expression softened at Gregory's smiling face. He'd never seen the boy so happy before, since he'd mostly been running from things trying to hurt him from the moment they’d met. The bear was glad that he could provide some joy, no matter how small it was.

As he watched Gregory continue to check out the features of the watch, Freddy felt a strange pang in his chest. He wasn't quite sure what prompted it, nor what it really was... The closest point of reference he had was a file in his databank of simulated emotions labeled “affection.” He cared about all the children he met, of course—he was literally designed to.

But Gregory... he was special. Maybe it was simply because they'd been through so many tough things in such a short amount of time, or maybe it was due to the ghost that’d apparently lived in his head for who knows how long. Michael's emotions were strong, after all, so who’s to say they couldn't rub off on an incredibly sentient AI?

As Freddy stared down at this brave, resilient child, he realized that he couldn't let him go back to that foster home. Until they found a more suitable guardian, someway, somehow, Freddy vowed to protect Gregory until he could no longer function.

On the other hand, Gregory tended to keep those affectionate feelings down. Hell, he'd only just become comfortable hugging the animatronics after discovering which ones were friendly versus murderous—and even that was dicey with those like the Daycare attendant. If Gregory wasn't so stoic for a child, he'd probably gush about how Freddy was his favorite.

That he loved him...

Though if life taught Gregory anything, it was that good things aren't meant to last. He’d wait to tell Freddy that he didn't want to leave—and that if he had to leave, Freddy would be coming with him one way or another. By the end of the night, he wouldn't be surprised if a patrol car was waiting outside to pick Gregory back up, ready to corral him back to his foster family...

Still, he'd let Freddy know his immediate appreciation with a quick hug. Even if the gift was essential to helping them, it was thoughtful nonetheless. Gregory would probably be bothering him a lot should they be separated for even the smallest reason, if only to keep tabs on the bear.

“Monty Golf next?” he asked, curiously flicking between the maps as he scoped out the gator’s attraction ahead of time.

“Yes—the access pass is in the back staff area. We will need to cross through some of the golf course to get to it.” Freddy peered down at the watch as well. Those camera feeds were definitely going to be useful for traversing this place full of wild robots out for Gregory's blood. “I do not see Monty roaming around—we should move quickly though, in case he decides to show up.”

During the day, the animatronics defaulted to staying in their attractions unless performing on stage, attending a birthday party, or otherwise requested to make an appearance somewhere else in the Pizzaplex. Even on those rare occasions they'd been allowed to roam during night shift, the group usually hung out together in one attraction before splitting off to do their own things until summoned back to their rooms. It wouldn't surprise Freddy at all to see the gator's tail swishing just out of the camera's view the next time they checked.

Trotting down the hall with Freddy's hand enveloping his, Gregory was feeling more confident and less scared roaming the massive complex. He wasn't alone, and the chances of them running into something friendly had technically increased. His mood began to turn further as they entered the dimly lit, electric swamp-themed attraction. The ambient sounds promised a fun game, and so did the music playing automatically as the attraction sensors caught Gregory's movements upon entry.

“It really sucks that Monty’s sick,” Gregory sighed, almost melancholic as he looked across an indoor pond. “It would’ve been real cool hanging out with him here…”

“I think you and Monty would get along fantastically,” Freddy said, smiling down at him. Gregory's rambunctious personality was just the type of kid Monty adored—someone up for trying anything and everything, willing to check out whatever cool topic caught their attention next. If the gator was himself, Freddy knew that he'd probably have quite the time keeping Gregory and Monty apart.

“Perhaps once all this is over and everyone is back to normal, you can stop by for a round of golf,” Freddy suggested as they neared a door leading to the back staff area.

His tone was light and nonchalant, pointedly neglecting to mention the unspoken addition of “—and since you will be staying here, you will have all the time in the world to do so.”

The bear was getting ahead of himself again; how was he supposed to keep a human child in the Pizzaplex?

That was definitely a topic to dwell on later. For now, though, they continued through the faux-swap, keeping vigilant for any wayward gators that might be hiding in the foliage waiting to snap at them.

“You can stop by...”

Right. It was all going to end eventually, wouldn't it? There was the Pizzaplex, and there was reality. Sooner or later Gregory would have to come back to it all. His smile faltered thinking about it—how it'd inevitably end up with Gregory being punished for running away, and forbidden from ever visiting this place again. No real family to care about him other than being another government paycheck in their wallets...

To hide the sudden spike in anxiety, Gregory forced a smile and said: “Yeah! I-I mean, if I'm allowed...”

Even if he had to sneak out, Gregory would keep finding a way back. Just as soon as they made this a safer place to visit again—not just for himself, but for the other children, too. For the ones taken without explanation, never to return.

Freddy simply squeezed Gregory's hand in response. He hadn't meant to make the boy upset. Hopefully what they were about to find would bring that smile right back to his face!

“Here we are!” Freddy announced as they made it to the security office. Out of habit, they automatically locked down the doors upon entering the room—this one was the smallest so far, with barely enough space for the pair to fit due to the clutter of boxes and tons and tons of random toys.

“Ah... I forgot that this area is also used as a sort of Lost and Found,” Freddy explained, leaning over to examine one of the box's contents. “Well, it is more of a room to confiscate Faz Cameras—there is no flash photography allowed in Monty Golf, yet this is the only location that sells the cameras, so they get taken often.” He paused to frown, then shook his head and resumed searching. “It does not make much sense. However—”

With a bright grin, Freddy produced a novelty camera bearing his features and held it out to Gregory. “—now we also have this! Our eyes are very sensitive to the flash, so it might prove useful in evading the other animatronics.”

And there was another genuine smile as Gregory saw the camera as a new gift, too. The device was nice and sturdy and it doubled as a novelty flashbang. Not only could he practically blind the animatronics when needed, he’d get free pictures of them in the process! Usually those were $10 up front.

“That doesn't make sense—” Gregory agreed, grinning impishly at the weapon. “—but I won't question it because it's helping us out.” He turned around and took an experimental picture, mindfully facing the flash away from Freddy. When the Polaroid printed out and fell to the ground, an intrusive thought fleetingly sliced through his mind.

If tonight was Gregory’s last night on Earth—if Vanny or the robots killed him—a picture may be the only proof that he was there.

Freddy winced at the flash, still a little bright for him in the tiny space, but thankfully Gregory's forethought to turn the camera away saved him from the worst of it. His eyes reset as Gregory examined the Polaroid, and then Freddy shuffled past him to the cluttered security desk. He moved a few stacks of papers, trash, and confiscated toys before spotting the access pass holder.

“Excellent; here is the pass! Now we can return to—hmm?” The bear let out a confused exclamation as he took a good look at the ticket in his hand. It was not in fact a security access pass, but an entry ticket to... Mazercise? “What in the world—”

“Lookin' for somethin', Fazbear?” A loud, deep voice sounded from outside the room, followed by a roaring laugh.

“Hide!” Freddy hissed, automatically opening his stomach hatch for Gregory to hop into. As long as he didn't actually see Gregory, perhaps Monty would be a little less... feral. Maybe the animatronics could have two seconds of conversation before everything hit the fan.

Gregory had wanted to use the camera flash, but it looked like Freddy didn't enjoy the last picture he’d taken. So instead he was quick to jump into the safety of the surprise compartment, advising Freddy in a whisper: “Act mean! Like you're one of them!”

Who knew—maybe such a ruse would buy them some time. Gregory was afraid of Freddy getting into a fight with Monty. The bear would surely be scratched up by Monty's claws, and if the gator managed to pry Freddy open Gregory would only have the camera as his last means of defense...

Freddy's chest hatch closed him in complete darkness, and Gregory was alone and waiting as Monty banged at the magnetically locked doors.

“Montgomery Gator, stop that!” Freddy yelled, though he did take Gregory's words to heart and smack against the door in response. This action seemed to startle Monty, who paused his assault to peer in the window instead.

From what Freddy could see, Monty was messed up—far worse than Roxy, covered in dirt and grime and who knows what else. It really looked like the gator had been crawling around in the sewers, and one of the spokes of his prized star glasses had been chipped off. If nothing else, that was the biggest indication that Monty was too far gone.

Ever since Chica gifted him those glasses, Monty refused to take them off unless absolutely necessary, treating them with the reverent care of a prized possession. It was the first gift he'd been given by one of the Glamrock crew upon his initiation to the band, and it marked the first time he'd started to feel like more than just Bonnie's replacement.

But now they were dirty and broken, just like the rest of him.

“Freddy! I missed ya, big guy! Where've you been all night?!” Monty asked, his grin much too wide for the simple conversation they were having. At least it seemed that Gregory hid away just in time...

Monty's tone was friendly enough, Gregory decided. There was no need to fret while inside of his safe spot. As long as he spoke in a whisper, it was unlikely that Monty would hear him through Freddy’s chest and on the other side of the safety glass.

“T-tell him you've been looking for me. That you need the access pass to get to me...,” Gregory muttered, hoping Freddy could listen and take his advice without being too obvious.

“I have been looking for the child, just as you have,” Freddy replied, twisting Gregory's words to be his own. “I... believe he may be hidden in an area I cannot reach, so I was coming to find the higher access pass.”

He offered the gator what he hoped was an evil grin, though it was more of a pained grimace. Monty simply stared at him for a second before letting out a loud, barking laugh.

“You're a shit liar, Fredbear!” he exclaimed, and Freddy automatically gasped at the lack of profanity filter. Well, so much for that ruse...

Once Monty settled, he pulled down his glasses to glare through the window, tail swishing ominously back and forth. “Y'know what I think? I think you've been helpin' the little guppy... 's that true, Freddy?”

Freddy pursed his mouth tight, eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out how to answer. Clearly, Monty already knew he was doing just that—there was no point in lying. But the gator was impossible to figure out right now... the way he was talking didn't sound like himself. Not fully. It was just off enough that Freddy found it impossible to predict what he was thinking, let alone plotting.

Nope! No way. Monty was going to eat Gregory’s bones if they went out there. The kid sucked in a sharp breath, the memory of being thrashed around in complete darkness while Monty demolished the room around them still made him shake just thinking about it. The fact that Monty cursed at Freddy made Gregory believe that the real Fazbear bassist was long gone.

“Bad idea—bad idea!” Gregory muttered to himself worriedly.

Maybe he could try flashing the camera at him from inside the room? But that might just make Monty angry, and would also take Freddy out if the bear didn’t cover his eyes quick enough.

“Aw, man, they said you'd be difficult...” Monty gave a dramatic sigh when Freddy failed to respond to his question, then crossed his arms in front of him with a smirk. “You always act so sweet, but you're just as damn stubborn as the rest of us!”

“'They...?'“ Freddy echoed, his eyes narrowing. He took a hesitant step forward, still safe in the confines of the office but trying his best to appeal to the gator. “Monty, this is not you—you would never hurt a child!”

“But that's alright...” The gator continued, completely ignoring Freddy's plea. He let out a low, disturbing laugh, locking gazes with the bear. “I'm gonna get that kid first—I've got a plan. Unlike some stupid WOLF—” He snarled the word, jaw snapping in annoyance. His friendly, competitive nature with Roxy was amped up to dangerous levels by the virus. “—who chases things down and uses up all her energy, gators wait for their prey to come to them.”

His eyes widened excitedly behind his glasses, tail swishing every which way.

“If you want that access card, the kid's gotta come find me!” Monty instructed. “I was even nice enough to give y'all a hint—check the pass you do have.” Then he suddenly turned away, only to call over his shoulder: “See y'all real soon! HAHAHAHA!” 

And with that he ran towards the main golf course, off to wait in ambush for Gregory's arrival.

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[blablayaya]

a little explanation of my michael afton au LMAO

~WARNINGS!!~: mentions of death, lots of cursing, there's a slight age gap between the couple that's mentioned in this to make it realistic😭 nsfw mentions, HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE LORE.

-so, ive had this stuck in my mind about back when he was in middleschool (7th grade), he met a petite girl sam (who was russian mixed with black.) who stuck around him until they reached highschool, he became distant after he met a group of 3 people (the fnaf 4 tormentors), which made sam realize she had feelings for him since they never hung out like they used to, so she ended up making up excuses to hang out with him which eventually lead into them dating (homegirl made a horrible decision bc lawddd.), and his father (william afton.) ended up disliking her and would literally freak the fuck out when he saw her at their house. 😭

-sam adores his little brother sm and would defend him anytime michael tried picking on him😭😭<3.

-one time when his father wasnt home, he snuck sam over to "relax" at his house and watch a movieee, they kissed and it turned out into a kissing session (WHICH THEN turned into the little shits "doing IT". 💀) but like the dumbass he is, michael didn't use protection so Sam ended up getting pregnant. (mate was a very hormonal teenager💀)

-they didnt find out till like 3 months later and sams parents kicked her out so she had to stay with michael even though he wanted nothing to do with a child.

-when she went into labor, (thank FUCKS his dad wasn't present at the time because oh god. 😭) michael nearly passed out seeing that a girl who was once just his best friend, giving birth to his child.

-over the years they ended up having 3 more children after. (2 girls and 2 younger boys.) which william obviously found out and trust me, that man was ANGRY.

-william acted like he knew nothing about their little family but when michael wasn't home, william took the chance to slaughter Sam and her other 4 children, each of their bodies getting stuffed into animatronics. (different timelines.)

-michael knew nothing about it but ended up leaving him depressed, thinking that she ran away with their kids.

-william eventually confronted michael about him and sam having children which put michael into a shock, immediately alarmed him bc he now knew that he did something to Sam and their kids.)

-after all those years, michael gave up on life and had a fear of children since the 1983' incident with him killing his brother accidentally and his family dead.

-after 20 long years, he figured out each of which animatronics each of his family were possessing.

-his eldest daughter possessing bon bon. (15)

-the younger daughter sharing souls with Susie (chica)'s dog, the mangle, but then she got switched to toy chica. (14)

-his middle eldest on, possessing lolbit along with another unkown soul. (10)

-the youngest middle son possessing chicas cupcake. (7)

-the youngest named beatrice possessing mangle now. (2)

-and Sam possessing toy Bonnie.

(IM SO SORRY THIS WAS BAD, IT WAS RUSHED. 😭😭)

#michael afton #fnaf au

[princess-of-the-corner]

Curious

What’s the afton family like in your au?

Kinda depends on 'when' you're asking about! But let's vibe!

So first, let's just go into the overall vibe before Evan(Crying Child) died.

The dynamic between the family seemed normal to an extent. There's things that later people would notice about William. But while things were good....

I can't find the post but I compared it to a Criminal Minds character, Ashley Seaver, whose father was a serial killer. The first episode with her is when she's brought in to try and spot the family dynamics that might be present in a family where the dad is.... ya know.

I'm just going to copy her conversation with Prentiss here:

Seaver: "It won't be overt. The kids probably won't be afraid of Dad."

Prentiss: "They won't? These guys have explosive tempers, don't they?"

Seaver: "Definitely. Anger wasn't normal in my house. Usually when it happened, when it exploded, it was an anomaly, a surprise. If anything, my father was overly solicitous. Too nice.

Seaver: "And if I wanted anything... bicycles, toys, dolls... all I had to do was ask.

Seaver: "In groups, he always held my hand. Always. Sometimes so tight, it almost cut off the circulation.

Seaver: "But I can never remember him putting me on his lap, holding me in any way."

Prentiss: "Ashley."

Seaver: "And he'd always have these talks with me. He was terrified someone would take me. Because he knew what was out there."

Prentiss: "Yeah, men like him."

Seaver: "You know, maybe this man recently bought gifts for his kids. My dad used to buy me things all the time."

Prentiss: "What kinds of gifts?"

Seaver: "Anything. Everything. I told you, there was nothing...

Seaver: "My whole life, there was only one thing I wanted that I couldn't have."

Emily: "Which was?"

Seaver: "A pet."

So like. This is the same vibe I carry with the Aftons. William, on the surface, seemed like a good and loving father. He spoiled his kids. He does everything to protect them. There are only a few times where he'll get angry with them or with his wife, and yes he gets very angry when it happens but it's rare enough that you don't think of it.

And they all.... somewhat know. They don't know what they're picking up on. But they know something isn't 'right'. They just can't fathom how 'not right' he is.

This intensified after the first kill of Sammy Emily. Because it's less 'stray but vague dark thoughts' and more 'intentional plans to kill again'. But again, no one really picks up on it because how do you jump to that unless he tells you?

As for the rest of the family's dynamic:

The kids mom, I can't remember if we've given her a name but I"m going with Luara. Anyway. She was a good mom. A good wife. She also loved her kids and filled that strange gap her husband didn't quite cross.

The kids themselves were normal kids. Very. Very normal kids. Near the end of everything, I'll admit Michael was a bit of a bratty older sibling, always pranking Evan for being a crybaby. But like. He's a middleschooler with a very young 'annoying' brother that he's probably stuck babysitting. They did get along other times. Especially when Michael's friends weren't over so he didn't have to be all 'ugh get away from me you baby'.

Then we jump to the immediate aftermath of Evan's death.

William is furious of course. He just lost a son. And some of his feeling is guilt, which he didn't think he'd be able to feel about a child's death but it's his own child that died. And he does shift the blame at Michael. Because Michael has been told that the animatronics can be dangerous. He was old enough to know that someone could get hurt!

Laura is............. in a similar boat. She's holding it together better. She doesn't want to blame her husband or her eldest son. But she does.

Michael just kinda. He's definitely shut down for a lot of this time. Guild and trauma just.... it's fucked. Doesn't help that nightmares start and the only ones who try to comfort him are the ones who clearly blame him.

Elizabeth is.... an oddity here. She's old enough to understand that Evan is gone and not coming back. But she's still young enough that the grief isn't quite as hard hitting. She also doesn't quite blame anyone because she has a simpler 'it was an accident. It happened' look. Not in a cold way, but just in a kid way.

This leads into Elizabeth feeling lonely and neglected by everyone else, so she sneaks into her father's lab and... well. Circus Baby happens.

Now. William is the only one who knows she died. Michael and Laura think that she must've run away. They are similarly distraught about it.

William knows that it was more directly his fault. He made an animatronic to kill children. He kept it in a place the kids could get to it. He took his eyes off her for just a moment....

And since his guilt turns to blame, he ends up blaming Michael and his friends for this too. Because if they hadn't killed Evan....

This is where he properly cracks and goes from making plans to kill kids to actually killing kids. Killing Michael's three friends and stuffing them in the suits of their 'favorite' animatronics. When more kids go missing, Laura and Michael and the whole town actually think that Elizabeth was probably the first victim of whoever this was(technically...)

But despite his rage, he does still love Michael. So he doesn't hurt him. Not directly. But the two other victims speak volumes of his blame.

One was Cassidy. She was a girl who Michael was friends with. A middle school crush, really. She wasn't involved in the event with Evan. But she was involved with Michael.

The second was Michael Brooks. Now, Michael Afton and Michael Brooks had no real connection, the latter being a few years younger even. But. The fact that William chose a child with the same name as his own, a child very similar to his own in other ways......

After it's revealed that William is the one who killed those kids, Laura is horrified. How didn't she know? How could she have loved him? So on and so forth. She brings all that guilt onto herself.

Her feelings toward Michael are.... complicated. She loves him, very much. She blames him a bit less, knowing this was more William's fault than his. But she is scared. She doesn't know if he's... like William was. So after the two of them leave Hurricane together, she's a weird sort of overprotective and hovering. Trying to make up for past mistakes by making sure it doesn't repeat.

Michael takes this as more guilt.

#fnaf au #tw fnaf

[berryberrydairy]

Decided to write down my headcanons for William and Michael :)

William Afton headcanons:

He's the eldest in his family. He has a younger brother named Vincent. (sounds familiar?)

His father was abusive to him and his brother. He was always there to protect his brother from his father.

Secretly had a pet rabbit as a kid but one day his father killed it after he found out about the rabbit. Starting from that day, he hates the concept of death.

He knew about remnants for such a long time but never gave a damn about it. The first time he found out about it was when he visited the library with Michael and was helping him with his school project.

He only did research on remnants after his wife died. He wanted to make his family immortal. He hates death.

He became negligent as he was absorbed with his research.

He was never abusive towards his children before the death of his wife. He never hurt them physically, mentally or even neglect them as he loves his children equally. A good man can turn into a bad person really quick.

Like the book stated, he knew what he was doing was wrong. Murdering children and neglecting his children to the point of two of them dying but he told himself that he was doing this for his children's own good. He also fears being dead.

He knew Elizabeth possessed Circus Baby. He didn't let anyone shock Circus Baby. The reason why the controlled shock for Circus Baby didn't work in SL is because William broke it so nobody can hurt Elizabeth.

Named himself Dave Miller so he could work at one of the pizzerias. He had his hat covered his eyes whenever he is around Fritz Smith.

The only time he ever laid his hands on Michael was when Michael and him had their first big argument before William disappeared to dismantle the animatronics.

He actually treasured Michael and wanted to protect Michael from death and wanted his son to follow his footsteps but all of that were gone when he found out that his son was trying to get rid of him. (FNAF 3, Michael is the security guard)

Michael Afton headcanons:

Wants to become a robot inventor like Henry and William. He placed both of them on a pedestal.

He loved to tease his siblings to the point of making them cry but he tried his best to calm the younger children down.

He loves his siblings and was always there to protect them.

He was cheerful and energetic as a child but after his mother passed away with his father neglecting him and his siblings, he became an angry person.

He took out his anger on his brother by bullying him.

Once he thought of hurting Elizabeth due to her, what Mike would say, brat-ness but Evan stopped him and reminded him that Elizabeth was really younger than them both.

His anger mellowed down after Evan's death. He felt guilty for treating his siblings like an absolute crap when he was supposed to be there for them as his father was never present.

He was helping around in Circus Baby Pizza World and he was also supposed to be paying attention to Elizabeth but he got so busy, he lost sight of her.

He is now ridden by guilt for his siblings' death.

He became quiet, serious and can be sarcastic towards others. Though he was friendly towards his neighbours.

He had a huge argument with William before William disappeared to dismantle the animatronics at one of the pizzerias. That was the only time he let out all the emotions and problems he kept inside him about his father’s negligence.

Like in the book, he likes to scribble on the logbook but also he also enjoys painting and doing proper illustrations on his sketchbook.

Trash and the gangs were made by him. (New Beginning)

He has anxiety and paranoia, but that might be hinted as canon.

I believe that Fritz Smith was Michael when he was 18 years old trying to find a job to kill some times.

Michael ate a soap as a child thinking it'd taste like fruit.

He was hospitalised a lot as a child because of broken bones. God knows how he survived until now.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #william afton #mike schmidt

[elandlover25]

Ultimate FNaF Timeline - Part 2: The Afton Era

Business was booming, with two whole restaurant franchises running: Fredbear's Family Diner and the newly-opened Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Together, William and Henry had been able to take the hybrid suit idea and make it into a reality. They called their new invention "the spring-lock suit", and fittingly enough, it was symbolic of the partnership between these two men, a human suit designed by William that could become a freestanding Henry-style robot. But because it was still new tech with kinks to work out, the rollout was limited, restricted only to the Fredbear's Family Diner location.

All of this meant that William was busier than ever. He didn't have time to be a full-time parent, so he designed a nanny cam system with cameras and speakers hidden throughout the neighborhood, as well as in his youngest son's favorite toy, Plush Fredbear.

But since cameras weren't enough to raise a kid, he also left childcare duties to his eldest son, Michael. There was just one problem with that, Michael was far from the best babysitter. He tormented his younger brother by jumpscaring him with a Foxy mask, and constantly left him behind. William watched all of it from his cameras. Kids will be kids. Tomorrow was another day, after all.

Except Michael's torment didn't stop. Bitter, angry thoughts would run through Michael's mind. Why did he have to be the one to have to take care of this whining crybaby all the time? It just wasn't fair.

It was time that he got even with his brother by playing the ultimate prank, a prank that just so happened to be on this crying child's birthday. He and his friends would take his scared little brother and make him do the one thing he was terrified of doing: getting close to the animatronics. That would be embarrassing to the kid that was such an embarrassment to him.

His brother squirmed and screamed, kicked and fought. But just as they were putting that small squirming boy up to Fredbear's lips, the mouth snapped shut. the sensitive spring-locks inside the body had been triggered by the boy's movements, and they'd immediately clamped down.

The wriggling stopped. The boy went limp.

But it was just a prank. It was meant to be funny.

The boy was taken to the hospital and was immediately given an IV. Flowers and pills filled the nightstand next to his hospital bed, but the damage was too severe. He couldn't recover.

As the younger brother's consciousness began to fade, he could hear Michael's last words, a small and flimsy apology. But his father William, through the voice of Plush Fredbear, was a firm and committed promise to a dying son.

"You're broken. I will put you back together."

This would not be the end. No matter what, William's son would live again. It would just take time. Time that, right now, he just didn't have.

His young son's hear monitor began to flatline as the boy faded into the inky unknown of the afterlife.

In the aftermath of the tragedy, changes started happening around the restaurant. Kids were now required to wear security wristbands to to prevent anyone from getting outside without parental permission. Any kid who approached the exit without permission would have to answer to the Security Puppet, a marionette on strings that could fly around on rails across the restaurant to stop kids in their tracks. It was William's idea, inspired by Michael constantly leaving the restaurant without his brother.

In the wake of Fredbear's spring-lock failure, all the hybrid suits were getting retired, locked away at the nearby Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location. It was yet another tough pill for William to swallow after all the hard work he and Henry had put into them.

William would eventually bury his son's small body in a remote location out in the woods right alongside his drive into and out of work every day.

The death of this little boy sent the family spiraling. His wife, crippled with grief, was so distraught that all she could do was sit and watch TV.

But his son Michael was far worse, complaining of seeing hallucinations of a golden bear standing outside his window. The boy was so wracked with guilt that he was convinced he was being haunted by the ghost of his brother, stuck inside the suit that took his life. The suit's three-toed feet digging into the wet earth. The words IT'S ME rang through Michael's ears. Some nights, Michael would even go so far as to break out of his room to check the gravesite and ensure that his brother's body was still there.

As for William himself, he buried himself in his work and drinks. JR's, the local bar, wasn't far from his son's gravesite. He found himself going there more and more frequently, spending longer and longer amounts of time there.

The bar gave him a place to think, to remember, to reflect and stew on how Henry had stolen his idea for an animal-themed restaurant. How they had cut his character out of the cartoon show when everyone else was there. How Henry had humiliated him by buying him out of bankruptcy.

And now? Now there was his son. Henry had taken his son from him. The robotic part was the part that failed, after all.

William ordered one more drink, but it was one too many. The bar turned him out and told him to go home.

But William didn't go home. Drunk and angry, he raced back to the restaurant to give Henry a piece of his mind, only to find someone else there. Henry's daughter, Charlie, locked outside of the building, bullies laughing at her through the window. Fine, some other problem to fix.

But then, William got an idea. A beautifully awful idea. This...this was his chance to get back at the man who had humiliated him all those years ago. Henry had killed his business, and now Henry's robotic suit had killed his son. It was time for William to do some killing of his own. Let Henry feel what it was like to have something you love get ripped away.

While parties continued inside the walls of the pizzeria, William attacked Charlie in the back alley. And it felt good. He felt free. The years of resentment and bitterness trapped in his heart were finally released in a moment of pure, unapologetic evil. He would make Henry hurt like he hurt!

And in that moment, William became a killer.

He dropped Charlie's lifeless body and drove home, forced to confront his family problems later that night, appalled, but also a little excited by what he had just done.

Charlie's death would remain on the books as a random act of violence, and though Henry had his suspicions about William, there was no physical evidence, nothing that could link him back to the crime.

In the weeks that followed, Fredbear's Family Diner would close for good. Two high profile deaths around the restaurant with two grieving owners in such a short period of time was just too much bad press to handle. Besides Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was still open and it was the newer restaurant after all. All the equipment from the diner, including the old yellow suits and Security Puppet, would get retired to that location, and there they would sit for two uneventful years.

The rest of 1983 and 1984 were spent quietly grieving. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and the new cast of characters were a hit, the tragic memories of their yellow predecessors quickly faded.

Afton kept a low profile and buried himself in work and research, quickly reaching Henry's level of engineering, and even surpassing him. And while Henry slowed down to grieve, Afton kept going, even starting his own company: Afton Robotics, for all those pet projects that were a little bit too experimental for the regular operations of the pizzeria.

The first of these experimental projects was a secret workshop under his house, a veritable bunker which allowed him to work while still monitoring his kids via hidden security cameras. One, nine, eight, three. A passcode that served as a constant reminder of why the cameras were so important, why he was down there in the first place. This was all to fulfill the promise that he had made to his son, right? “I will put you back together.” 

This was for him. All for him, right? 

But cameras weren’t enough. He needed to solve the runaway Michael problem. He had to keep him in the house. He couldn’t have another one of his kids wind up inside of an animatronic suit, so why not run a little experiment on Michael? All this work with Henry had gotten Afton to start learning more about life, robots, the human mind, and what a fallible machine we as humans were. Our reality, so easy to manipulate with a few sensory deceptions. Deceptions like sound. With just a few sounds he had discovered that he could alter a person’s vision. He could transform blank, smooth, plastic robots into lumbering, twisted nightmares. Nightmares far scarier than he could create with actual materials. They would appear organic, rotting, putrid, terrifying. 

These would be his means of keeping his son Michael in the house where he belonged. Was it extreme? Maybe. But then again, this was the boy who had killed his own brother; he would make him sorry. 

And so Michael would grow up not only dealing with the memories of his own guilt, the hospital room, the pills, the flowers, the death of his brother, but also facing literal nightmares, illusions created by sound. Michael would never forget these either. Years later, as a security guard, he would still draw pictures of them inside his logbook. 

But all of these extra projects meant that William’s home life suffered even more. He was an absent father and a nonexistent husband, leaving his wife cold and alone. 

Why do you hide inside your walls, 

When there is music in my halls? 

All I see is an empty room, 

No more joy, an empty tomb, 

And despite her repeated demands that he leave his office and engage with the family, he refused time and time again, leaving her no choice but to leave. 

You burned down my house? 

You call that a house? It was like a morgue there! You need to see your son! 

The baby isn’t mine! 

Well, how’s this? I’m keeping the diamond ring! 

And through it all, there was one lingering feeling. William wasn’t done. He had gotten a taste of what it felt like to be unleashed, what it felt like to be free. Charlie’s murder had unlocked something in him, and he wanted more. 

June 26th, 1985 

Putting on the Golden Bonnie suit, he lured children one by one to the back room of the pizzeria when no one was looking. At first, he was cautious. He would lure them with promises of cake and cookies. He told them that their dog had died. He would ask for help with homework. 

Susie was the first. You never truly forget your first. 

I was the first. I have seen everything. 

But where to hide the bodies? He couldn’t sneak out, someone would see him. He had to hide them in a place where they’d never be found and where they’d never leave the building. They had to be stuffed, stuffed inside of the suits. No one maintained those things anyway, except for him. 

And so Susie would go into Chica. Fritz, Jeremy, and Gabriel would come next. But it was easy. It was too easy. And with each little life he snuffed out, his lies got bigger: their house was burning, they’re just being kidnapped. Until the last one, where all pretense was off. He let himself get violent. Too violent. 

I’ll just wait for him after school, throw a bag over his head, hit him with a shovel, and drag him into the back of my car! 

The body of Cassidy was far more bloody and broken than any of the others. He’d let himself go too far. That one… 

…that one, he shouldn’t have killed. 

With no more active animatronics left, he shoved the body into the one suit that remained backstage. The long forgotten yellow Fredbear, now broken and discolored with age. Broken, like how Cassidy was broken, like how his son was broken. 

Newspapers reported on these disappearances, naming the whole thing as the “Missing Children’s Incident”. Police would even charge William with the crimes after finding security footage of the golden mascot suit luring kids to the back. But they couldn’t convict him. They had no bodies and his face had been hidden behind the mascot suit the entire time. What they had was circumstantial at best, and so he walked away a free man. 

But Henry knew the truth. In these murders he saw his daughter Charlie all over again. So he threw Afton out of the company and shuttered the doors to the old pizzeria. Henry would keep the franchise quiet for two years. This would not happen again. This could not happen again. 

How could he protect the kids? 

Finally, he developed a solution. He would implement an even more extreme security system in the form of new animatronics, toy animatronics, inspired by the toys that they had been selling years ago. But these guys, these were special. They were a new breed of robot with facial recognition abilities. 

But most importantly, they’re all tied to some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. 

All the original animatronics, now withered with age, were moved to the new location. With a plan in place it was time to try once more. The year was 1987 and the new and improved Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was making headlines in local newspapers, headlines that just so happened to catch the attention of William Afton. Freddy’s was back? And without him? That was his idea. His character. Henry was, yet again, trying to cut him out of the picture. 

No, as long as these restaurants stayed open, he would always come back. 

Then he noticed the phone number to apply at the bottom of the article. $100 a week. To apply, call. Afton would go back, not as an owner or co-founder. He would go back to the one position that they would least suspect him of, a lowly day shift security guard. 

And there it was, buried in the back of Parts and Services mixed in with the old withered animatronics was the golden rabbit. With the yellow security badge still on his chest, he used his crank to pull open the spring locks. It was time for Bonnie to give an encore performance. 

Someone used one of the suits. We had a spare in the back, a yellow one, someone used it. Now none of them are acting right! 

Uh, from what I understand, the building is on lockdown. No one is allowed in or out, you know, especially concerning any…previous employees. 

When we get it all sorted out, we may move you to the day shift. A position just became…available. 

1987 

Five more kids. 

He didn’t know what felt better, getting back into the suit after two long years of waiting, or knowing how devastating this would be to Henry the next morning. He didn’t even try to hide his crime this time, just meant more blood on Henry’s hands. He’d failed to protect the kids again. The restaurant had only been open for a few weeks, but William was sure that this would get it to close. Good. If he couldn’t have Freddy’s, no one would. 

Whenever a new pizzeria opened, he would be there. 

But as he sat in his bunker, something else started to linger in William’s mind, he had seen something…strange. The old withered animatronics, they had been wandering around the building, spurred on by the Puppet. It was almost like those old robots were trying to save the kids. Save them? They couldn’t, obviously. But still, how were they moving? It was almost like they had been given life somehow. Did he have something to do with that? The following day, the news would report a security guard getting bitten by one of the animatronics during the day shift. Was that bite meant for…for him? 

William’s curiosity was stronger now than his bloodlust. He had to learn more. But how? There was no way he’d ever be able to get inside another Freddy’s pizzeria. Heck, there was practically no way a Freddy’s would ever open again. He needed to create something new, something brand new. He needed to create his own pizzeria. 

Due to the massive success, and even more so, the unfortunate closing of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, it was clear that the stage was set (no pun intended) for another contender in children’s entertainment. 

Circus Baby’s Pizza World. This, this would be the place where he could continue his work. No longer just murdering, experimenting. He needed more kids and he needed them alive. And knowing that he couldn’t show his face on the restaurant floor, he needed a way of remotely capturing his victims and preserving them for his work. 

With that goal in mind, he designed a new breed of animatronic, their endoskeletons fluid and flexible. He equipped them with sound lures that could mimic voices. They could isolate children, they could incapacitate and contain them with zero direct input from him. 

It was brilliant. He was brilliant. 

Far beyond the simple bars and wires of Henry’s designs. And the characters he chose for this were uniquely his, his new roster wasn’t going to be tainted by Henry’s disgusting barnyard bird. Instead, it was back to his characters, his creations. Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, as well as two special ones: the first, Ballora, was an homage to the woman who left him. Now she would never leave him again. The second, the titular Baby, was designed with his baby in mind. 

Elizabeth, his youngest child. 

She would always be Daddy’s little girl, the one who listened to him, the one who obeyed. 

Until the day that she didn’t. 

Daddy, why won’t you let me play with her? She’s so pretty and shiny. Didn’t you make her just for me? 

The day before Circus Baby’s Pizza World opened, she disobeyed. She didn’t listen. Left alone with Circus Baby she got too close. The animatronic ripped in half and swallowed her whole. A scared and confused child fading into eternal darkness. By the time Afton found her, it was too late. 

He immediately canceled the launch of Circus Baby’s Pizza World under the guise of a gas leak. But wait. As he sat there at the foot of the stage, he noticed that something was different. The eye color of the robot had changed. Baby had been built with blue eyes, but now they were emerald green. The same color as Elizabeth’s. 

Was she in there? Could this all be connecting to the free moving animatronics that he had seen at Freddy’s? He had to know more. His mourning turned to excitement. He had to return to where it all started. 

1993 

Pathetic. This place was pathetic. Henry had clearly tried to reopen one final time with those old original animatronics from so long ago. But William’s damage to the brand had been permanent. These things stank of death, they hadn’t been washed in decades. But even if they had, nothing could wash the stink of murder that haunted these halls. 

One night, then another, then another. William repeatedly snuck into the old broken restaurant to lure the living animatronics to him, one by one dismantling them, robbing them of their endoskeletons. The metal had to be the secret. It had to contain the remnants of life itself. 

But he had to know for sure. Leaping out of a room that was invisible to the animatronics programming, he dragged the oversized robotic skeletons back to his underground workshop, back to where a Circus Baby watched on with glowing, curious eyes, eyes that somehow felt alive. 

Not knowing what else to do, William melted the robotic parts down. Five animatronic endoskeletons reduced down to one silvery puddle of goo. Could he transfer his living metal to his own creations? 

He had to try. 

He picked up a syringe and filled it with the molten metal and injected the goo into Funtime Freddy’s twisted, wiry endoskeleton. And suddenly the coils came to life. Like snakes writhing in a pile, what had once been cold, lifeless metal moved and jolted on its own. 

He had unlocked the secret to life itself. Except something was clearly wrong. 

The movements were erratic. They were violent, angry. Baby didn’t act this way. She had been calm, collected. This was clearly something else. Something mindless and frantic. Perhaps by mixing the souls and then portioning them out, he had created an incomplete beast. He would need to keep testing to truly understand it. He needed more of this remnant. 

As he searched the old pizzeria one more time for any remaining scraps of metal, the ghosts attacked. His past victims come to collect their due, all led by Cassidy. The five lined up and blocked the door and Afton’s mind reeled. The scientific implications of this were incredible. Ghosts. Real ghosts that he could see all standing against him. But what could they do? What couldn’t they do? He panicked as Cassidy approached. How do you stop something that’s already dead? Maybe with the thing that resulted in their death in the first place. 

He would get into a suit like old times, he would regain his power over them just like the day that they died. 

He was the genius. 

He was the one in the suit. 

He was the one in char… 

The spring locks snapped into place. 

Maybe it was his frantic movements. Maybe it was the leaky, abandoned restaurant, maybe it was just fate coming to collect its due. He didn’t know. The only thing he did know was that his brain was suddenly filled with searing white hot pain as hundreds of metallic pins and gears stabbed into his body from all sides. All he could do was collapse, blood slowly oozing out of the suit and pooling onto the floor around him. 

It couldn’t end like this. It wouldn’t end like this. His work was unfinished. Unable to move, his only option was to survive, to live, to keep living. It took days lying in his own blood but eventually someone found him. 

A security guard, making a normal report. When he saw the animatronics torn apart in the middle of the party room floor, it caused him to file an immediate report of a break in, an owner would have to come in and claim the damage. And who else would it be other than Henry? 

Hope jumped in Afton’s heart. Henry would see him, they were partners after all. He would be the one to help save him, to get him out of this suit, to relieve him from this tremendous pain. 

Henry entered the secret room. His eyes fell on Afton, sitting there in the pool of red, and Henry, saying nothing, turned and walked away. 

This is just to inform all employees that due to budget restrictions, the previously-mentioned safe rooms are being sealed at most locations, including this one. Nothing is being taken out beforehand, so if you left anything inside, then it’s your own fault. Management also requests that this room not be mentioned to family, friends, or insurance representatives. 

And so there Afton would sit, hanging on for 30 years, trapped behind the walls with an iron will that refused to die. 

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William still wasn’t back. Weird. Michael knew his father sometimes traveled for work, disappearing for days on end. But usually there was some sort of notice, a phone call, a Post-It, something. 

It’s not like Michael and his father were close. Far from it. But as a household of two suffering men coping with years of tragedy and loss, there was at least some element of communication between the two of them. They were united by a name and a shared pain. 

This time, though, things felt different. William had left nothing. His absence was longer. There were no check-ins, no updates. Just silence. Something had happened. 

If there was one thing Michael knew about his father, it was that he had contingencies, safety checks, backup plans. His father was a careful and guarded man. He held his cards close to his chest and such. William had prepared him in the event that something like this ever happened. 

Normally, his father kept his home office locked, but in the event of an unexpected prolonged absence, Michael had been instructed to enter his father’s office and look behind an empty set of shelves mounted in the corner of the room. Rolling his eyes, Michael entered the office. He never fully understood how William was able to spend so many hours of his days locked up in here. There was just nothing to do. Most of this place was empty. 

He dragged himself over to the shelf in the corner, expecting to find an emergency contact list, a family safety deposit box. 

But what he actually found there was completely unexpected. 

Father, it’s me, Michael. I did it. I found it. It was right where you said it would be. 

The shelf swung open and revealed a giant industrial elevator, one that led straight down into an underground bunker. But that was impossible. Hidden inside his childhood home was a secret entrance to an enormous underground science lair? It didn’t make any sense. 

And yet here it was, mapped directly underneath the floor plan of the house that he’d grown up in, lost his brother in, been tortured in. Michael thought that he’d known his father: a prideful, sad, angry man with petty, everyday problems. But clearly he’d been living with a stranger this entire time. 

His father had secrets. 

Suddenly, the days of William being locked inside of his office made sense. He’d been here the entire time. Where was here, though? Was this Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rentals? The Circus Baby restaurant always did seem to be a deeply personal project for father, a failure of his that cut unusually deep, especially after that first location that had to close prematurely due to the “gas leaks”. After that day, Father really did seem to change, to lose himself even more in his work. Clearly, the entrance Michael had found was some sort of secret back way into the facility, one that required crawling through vents to navigate. 

His father had been working here, but in secret. Why? 

And that’s when Michael found her, at the end of the facility: Circus Baby, his father’s pride and joy. Except something was different about her. She wasn’t like the others. The way she talked, the stories she told. This wasn’t just a robot. She was alive somehow. And not only was she alive, she also felt familiar. 

There is something bad inside of me. I’m broken. I can’t be fixed. 

Will you help me? 

Was this his sister? William’s baby girl? But how? Why? What was this place? 

He dug around some old files and found blueprints outlining the features of these animatronics. Storage containers, voice mimicking, parental tracking, and was that a child in Freddy’s stomach? 

Was his father collecting and experimenting on kids? Were all the rumors that he’d heard throughout his past actually true? That the animatronics came to life at night, that there were murders done in all the pizzerias, that his father had somehow been the prime suspect in all of it? Suddenly, Michael’s mind flashed back to his persistent nightmares throughout his childhood. Had he been experimented on too? Tears stung in his eyes as anger, fear, and confusion filled his body, his father’s secrets were pouring out. William wasn’t just a lame, overworked father. He was a monster, toying with life itself. 

Suddenly, everything clicked. He frantically looked around the room, blinking human heads on poles staring back at him. Green eyes: his sister. Blue eyes: his brother. Closed eyes: his mom. All just staring expectantly. These were meant to be human. William was working down here trying to make believable humans, literally rebuilding the family that they had both lost. 

The small little girl robots with their British accents roaming the hallways of this underground facility suddenly took on a whole new context. 

Hello in there. 

Is it the same person? 

Were those meant to be his sister? A replacement for her? A clone? Was William building clones of his sister? They seemed to know him, after all, to react to his presence. 

They were all there. They didn’t recognize me at first, but then, they thought I was you. 

He always did have a bit of a resemblance to his father. 

Michael’s mind reeled as the reality of his world crumbled to dust. No, no. He had to get them out of there. If this really was his sister, heck, if any of these…things were human, souls, whatever remnant of the humans they once were, they needed to be rescued. 

They always put us back inside. There’s nowhere for us to hide here. 

Led by the voice of Circus Baby he marched through the now empty halls of the Funtime Auditorium. He would lead them, he would protect them. And finally he would be able to forgive himself for the killing of his brother so many year…

You are in the scooping room now…

The Scooper only hurts for a moment…

Scooper? That violent extraction arm? Michael had seen that one in the pile of blueprints, something about heat rendering the magical silver metal inside useless. In reality, prior to getting himself spring locked and put behind the wall, William’s methods had become increasingly sophisticated, with a mechanized arm that could infuse new bodies with a soul. 

William could finally give and take away life. The only thing he needed were the bodies. But William wasn’t the only one looking for bodies, as Michael was about to learn. 

But if we looked like you…then we could hide. If we looked like you…then we would have somewhere to go… 

Michael was going to be the hero to help these animatronics alright, he was going to help the haunted tubes and wires of these animatronics escape, just not in the way that he anticipated. 

His sister had lied to him. Another game of pretend. 

The Scooper plowed forward, digging its extraction arm into his body. As he heard his bones ripping through his flesh, Michael blacked out. 

But something is wrong with me…I should be dead…but I’m not… 

For the next several months Michael’s life was not his own. He was forced to comply with the tangle of wires and spirits that lived inside of him. His body felt like an overfilled balloon, begging to burst as day by day, week by week, his flesh began to sag and discolor. 

He was a walking, talking, rotting corpse. Alive, but wishing he wasn’t. He was a puppet, a walking shell. And while he did his best to conceal his fate, there was only so much a man filled with robot spaghetti could do. 

The entity in his innards would eventually leave, but by that point, the damage had been done. His decaying flesh stank, turning him into a literal purple guy. But still even with no bones, even with rotting purple flesh and begging to die, Michael continued to live. That silvery metal remnant injected by the Scooper meant that he couldn’t die. 

His anger also refused to die. What he had seen down there in his sister’s location had rocked him to his core. His father had killed and captured dozens. His experiments had killed his sister and then tortured him throughout all his childhood, he was actively trying to build human replicants. He didn’t know where his father was, but Michal knew that he was out there somewhere. 

I’ve been living in shadows…there is only one thing left for me to do now. 

I’m going to come find you. 

Michael had to correct for the sins of his father. He had to make things right. Michael would burn Fazbear Entertainment to the ground. What else could he do when his skin was permanently purple? 

Michael’s strategy was simple, he would apply for night security guard positions at the old defunct pizzeria locations. That way, no one ever had to see him or smell him during his shift. And all these old, shuttered locations did need guards. Teenage vandals and squatters were always looking to get inside these abandoned buildings. And yet no one ever really wanted to work an overnight graveyard shift unless they were practically out of options. 

Enter Mike. 

One by one, he would take on the job of security guard, changing his name each time to ensure that no one was able to follow his paper trail. Once inside, he could tamper with the animatronics and figure out how they worked, writing about his experiences in his security logbook. 

While there he would listen to the old tapes where upper management awkwardly welcomed the new recruits to their summer jobs (even though he was working there nowhere near the summer months). He heard the gory details of his father’s franchise from the outsiders looking in, confused and afraid about what was happening in the walls around them. 

Sometimes he would see his brother in the form of the Golden Freddy suit. “IT’S ME” appeared on the walls around him. Except now there was something else there. He was no longer alone. Another angrier presence was also in the suit, as if two spirits were forced to share the same body. And Golden Freddy would attack him now, it was aggressive. Its vengeance wanted to lash out at anyone with the Afton name, anyone who wore a security guard outfit. 

Over time, Mike worked his way through the old restaurants: the original pizzeria, the bigger, better Freddy Fazbear’s. He spent weeks there looking for clues as to his father’s whereabouts. And each time, at the end of his week shift, he would then set the location on fire. Remnant can’t survive high temperatures after all. So burning away whatever spirit laden animatronics that still existed inside seemed like a winning strategy. 

All this revisiting of his past, though, was causing the nightmares to begin again. Hallucinations that brought him back to his childhood. The guilt around killing his brother. His dreams were oddly mixed with the shrill phone calls of the security guards. But it would all be worth it in the end. 

The goal was to eventually, eventually stumble across the one location, the one job that would finally reunite him with his father. Little did Mike know that that day would come sooner than he expected. 

2023 

An advertisement came across Mike’s TV: Fazbear’s Fright, a new horror attraction inspired by the awful crimes that occurred around Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza so many years ago. It made Mike sick, people looking to make a quick buck off the tragedy of others, off his own family. This wasn’t a joke or entertainment. Regardless, he had to be a part of it. 

If this team was combing through his family’s history they might stumble across something that could be useful. And if his father was truly still alive as he suspected, there would be no way that he wouldn’t show up there. 

Maybe finally, finally this could be the final chapter in his family’s marathon of tragedy. 

Mike applied for the job and was immediately handed the keys. Years of doing this had taught him that security guards rarely received thorough security checks. They also liked how creepy Mike looked. They thought it was a costume, on theme for the job. What little they knew. 

He-hey! Glad you came back for another night! I promise, it’ll be a lot more interesting this time! 

For weeks, there was nothing. But just as Mike considered giving up, he received the call that he’d been waiting for for years. 

You’re not gonna believe this! We found one. A real one. 

Could this finally be him? Sure enough, there he was. William inside his iconic Golden Bonnie spring lock suit. Only now it was green and decaying with age. And there they were. A small family of broken men finally reunited. 

“It’s been a long time, Dad.” 

Mike had always struggled with the phantoms of his past haunting him. But now all the animatronics he’d encountered over the past months hopping from pizzeria to pizzeria suddenly sprang to life, their burned faces haunting him as he tried to keep track of his father on the cameras. It would seem that William’s mere presence had put the spirits on high alert. 

Ultimately, they were harmless, more annoying than anything else. But there was one that felt different from the others. One that was more than just a mere phantom. 

The Security Puppet. 

If he looked at the cameras at just the right moment, he could see it floating there through the halls. He could even see its reflection in the water pooled on the ground. It would seem like he wasn’t the only one there on a mission. While he was dealing with Springtrap, Michael assumed that this one was likely dealing with the spirits of this place, finally setting them to rest. 

“Hopefully, this means a happier day for all of us.” Mike thought to himself. 

And in that moment he felt the air around him release, like pressure being let out of a bottle. The building sighed, as if five spirits had finally been allowed to move on. He had the sense that his brother was a part of them. 

He rigged the wiring inside the building to misfire, and the dry, desiccated walls erupted in flames. 

It is finished. 

Except, it was not. 

Somehow, through sheer force of will, Afton remained. He had survived. And Mike would need to find a new way of finishing off his father. Luckily the solution would present itself later that year. Not from Mike, but from another victim that had been left in his father’s wake. 

We’re talking about becoming a Fazbear Entertainment franchisee. Restaurant ownership and management. Something almost anyone can do with a limited degree of success. 

You are now the face of the newly-rebranded Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! 

Fazbear Entertainment as a brand had been closed for years. William had been stuck in a suit in a wall. The only person who legally could bring the franchise back was Henry, but he’d largely pulled out of the franchise around the time of William’s disappearance. 

Something was up. Surely, this had to be some kind of a trick, right? 

Mike, doing what he did best, applied for a franchise and immediately got the job. There was just one thing out of the ordinary. Paragraph 4. 

If you are playing this tape, it means that not only have you been checking outside at the end of every shift, as you were instructed to do, but also that you have found something that meets the criteria of your special obligations under Paragraph 4. 

No employee contract he’d ever signed required him to keep a special lookout for independently moving animatronics outside the restaurant. Now, he knew something was up here. 

Henry was luring them all back. Rather than trying to go to them, like Mike had done for years, Henry was doing the opposite. He was putting them all under the same roof. He was finishing them off for good. Mike knew this wasn’t meant to be a restaurant. It was meant to be a prison. A containment vessel. A locked box meant to trap them all in so they could finally end the madness. 

It took a few nights, but eventually everyone was there. His father, the Puppet, the robot spaghetti that had once violated his body, and his sister now hopelessly devoted to serve the man that had once gotten her killed. 

It was time. 

He had been instructed to seal the doors and leave, but while he locked everything down, he didn’t move on. If this was truly meant to be the end, if the remnant needed to be washed away, he needed to be a part of that. 

This is where your story ends. 

And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that’s not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. 

And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still, and give up your spirits, they don’t belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace, and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So don’t keep the Devil waiting, old friend. 

And with that, it was over. The Afton legacy died with all of them trapped inside of a literal box. 

As the flames danced around the office, Mike, for the first time in decades, was happy. 

But William wasn’t gone yet. 

Although the darkest pit of Hell was waiting for him, something or someone wouldn’t allow him to move on. Instead, he found himself locked in moments from his past: the pizzeria, his son’s room, his underground bunker. It was as if his brain’s neurons were all firing at once, overloaded, mixing and matching all his biggest fears. Regrets, failures. What was this place? How did he get here? He called out into the silence. 

HEEEELP!! MIIIKKEE! 

Then they started coming. Without warning, animatronics both new and old began to jump out at him, bite him, rip him limb from limb. The pain was immeasurable. Make it stop, make it stop! William, for the first time, longed for death. An end to this torture. 

Just as it felt like he couldn’t take it anymore, everything was quiet again. It was as if the world had been reset. There was a brief moment of quiet. 

And then the onslaught began again. 

Dozens of faces from his past, all focused on him, a waking nightmare that he couldn’t escape from. More pain. More ripping. It was his own personal hell. But why? Why couldn’t he just die? 

And then he saw them. A group of characters he never thought he’d see again. Those janky stolen characters that had started everything, the Mediocre Melodies. It had all started to go wrong once they showed up, once Henry had made them. But mixed in with their obnoxious southern drawls, William heard something else. It was barely a whisper, but he could just make out the words. 

He tried to release you, he tried to release us, but I’m not gonna let that happen, I will hold you here, I will keep you here, no matter how many times they burn us. 

That voice. He knew that voice. But from where? 

Greetings from the fire and from the one you should not have killed. 

The one he shouldn’t have killed. William thought back. He’d done a lot of awful things, but there was always the one that stood out. Not Charlie, his drunken act of revenge. Not Susie, his first true murder. No. Instead, it was the one that he had lost control with. The one that he had broken beyond repair for no good reason other than because he could. The one that he’d stuffed inside the Golden Bear that his partner used to wear. 

Cassidy. 

They were back. And now they were trying to punish him, to make him suffer like he’d made them suffer. 

It was almost like William and Cassidy’s souls had been locked together, fused by a collective rage and spite, each refusing to move on. 

But while Cassidy was so focused on taking revenge, they actually did the one thing that would be the downfall for so many others. 

They kept William alive. 

Even though fire should have destroyed the remnant that was coursing through his being, Cassidy kept William breathing, paving the way for his escape. William’s will was so strong, his soul so powerful, that he managed to put a part of himself inside the circuitry that housed the spring locked suit. 

And there his consciousness lay, inside a single circuit board, waiting. Waiting for someone to find him and set him free. 

A person that no one would suspect. 

#gaming

[star-going-supernova]

I found this fun random idea where Vanessa was related to Mrs. Afton and they came from France, so maybe Vanessa calling Gregory petit ours? ("Little Bear")

Oooh, that is fun! Sorry about not posting a story/update yesterday, I got kinda busy in the afternoon. Instead, here’s the first of the tumblr ficlets from the ideas and stuff a bunch of you sent me! This takes place in a nebulously canon divergent situation. I… wrote out way too much backstory in my notes for this one, haha. This has full AU potential, oops.

Price to Pay

Vanessa didn’t know much about the rift in her family—not the cause, not who it started with, not why it was never really healed. She and her parents had traveled a lot when she was a kid, for both work and pleasure, so it wasn’t like she saw evidence of the rift very often.

Her aunt’s family was relatively unknown to her, even now, when she was an adult. She knew she had cousins, at the very least. And as of today, for the first time, one of them had reached out to her. With her parents in New Zealand and her missing the familiarity of family, it felt like something of a sign.

Turned out, her eldest cousin, Michael, knew about as much about the rift as she did. In his letter, he mentioned he was pretty sure his dad had done or said something to piss someone off all those years ago, but neither of his parents had ever explained before… well. Before it was too late.

His mother had died recently, was the thing. And Michael had taken custody of his younger siblings—eleven and sixteen, a brother and sister—which he wrote about with the tightness of someone who was still angry and really didn’t want to talk about it.

With something she might dare to call sheepishness, Michael had asked if she had any interest in getting to know the three of them, since life was short, and a different generation’s argument shouldn’t really affect them, and please don’t think I’m only writing to you because being a guardian, even of my siblings, is scary and I could kinda use some moral support from a fellow young adult.

What a coincidence, Vanessa had written back, I’ve also recently acquired custody of an eleven year old. Want to set them loose on each other and share horror stories over coffee?

It ended up working out that Vanessa and her… kid—son didn’t feel right, honestly, and when she’d mentioned as much to Gregory, he’d scrunched his nose up and stuck out his tongue, so they were on the same page, at least—would meet her three cousins at Michael’s place of work. And wasn’t that a surprise, finding out that Michael was one of those Aftons.

The pizzeria was nice—bright and colorful and bustling with energetic children. They had to get their hands stamped at the front desk, where Vanessa also relayed the message Michael had told her to give one of the employees, about them being the guests he was expecting.

They were led through one of the “employees only” doors and down the hall to an office. Their guide left them as the door swung open almost violently at Vanessa’s knock, revealing a ginger-haired teenage girl grinning almost triumphantly.

“You Vanessa?” she demanded. Behind her, a man groaned, “Elizabeth! Don’t—”

“I need more girls in the family,” Elizabeth hissed, half behind her and half to Vanessa. She glanced down at Gregory and made a face. “That’s terrifying.”

Vanessa double-checked that her gremlin of a kid wasn’t baring his teeth at her or something—he had an understandable habit of biting people when he felt threatened—but Gregory was actually behaving himself and looked somewhat offended.

“Elizabeth!” the man said scandalously, nudging her away from the door and taking her place. Michael was a little taller than Vanessa, with brown hair, and looked just like he did in the picture he’d sent. They’d exchanged photos so they had some idea of who each other were before meeting. “Sorry,” Michael told Vanessa. “She’s just…” He trailed off, staring down at Gregory. “Huh.”

Gregory did bare his teeth that time. “Something on my face, mister?”

Vanessa was always kind of impressed with Gregory’s ability to make the most innocent words sound like the worst insults. She wished she could do that, but she was better at plain old sarcasm.

“Sorry!” Michael said again, jumping a little. “It’s just—you look like you could be my little brother’s twin.”

“It’s creepy!” Elizabeth called from somewhere in the office.

Michael sighed. To Vanessa, he said, “Not the first impression I planned on making, so, sorry about that.”

“You apologize a lot,” Vanessa replied, sticking her hand out. “So I guess we’re already off to a better start than our parents. This is Gregory. Don’t touch him without his permission, please, or you’re liable to get bitten.”

“That’s—okay.” Michael shook her hand. “Nice to meet you both. The demon behind me is my sister, Elizabeth.” Smiling down at Gregory, he added, “You’re eleven, right? Our brother, Evan, he’s the same age. He’s somewhere in the arcade, I think, if you’d rather hang out with him than us boring grown-ups.”

Gregory considered it for a moment, nodding slowly. “I do like exploiting arcade games.”

“He’s a little shy,” Michael warned him, kindly ignoring Vanessa’s budding criminal of a kid.

“Try not to bite anyone?” Vanessa pleaded.

Her gremlin grinned and saluted her. “I’ll do my best!” And with that cheeky response, he turned and ran off back toward the sound of screaming children.

She caught the look on Michael’s face and shrugged. “It’s a long story.” And they were still too much of strangers.

“We all have one of those,” he said, in an agreeing sort of way. Stepping back and gesturing at his office, he asked, “Coffee?”

“Please.”

• • •

Turned out, Vanessa and Michael did get along. And so did Vanessa and Elizabeth, once she got used to the teenager’s blunt, almost harsh, way of speaking. Conversation flowed surprisingly easy, mostly picking up where Vanessa and Michael’s letters left off. Mentions of their parents were tactfully avoided.

Until they offered her a picture of her deceased aunt, one with her own mom in it, from when they were younger. She stared at with a small smile.

“I don’t think I even knew what she looked like,” she admitted. It was evident where Elizabeth’s ginger hair had come from, just as Vanessa was as blonde as her mother.

“We didn’t even know we had a cousin,” Michael replied. She’d passed him one of her own family pictures, of her and her parents. “She told us right before she died.”

“Better late than never,” Elizabeth mumbled, playing on her phone.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a minute, before Elizabeth asked, “So, where’d the ankle bitter come from?”

“Liz!” Michael sighed. “You don’t have to answer that, if it’s part of the long story.”

Vanessa chuckled. “Some days are better than others; it’s easier to talk about on the good days. I adopted him because of some shared trauma, though he got the lion’s share of it. But the two of us met when some creep kidnapped and tried to kill him. Bit the guy to get away, then he found me.” She shook her head, staring into the middle distance. “We avoided everything to do with the case afterward; Gregory would sort of…” She forgot the word the therapist used. “He’d get too deep in the memories, otherwise.”

Elizabeth nodded along, looking rather impressed. But Michael suddenly looked like he’d seen a ghost. Before she could ask if he was okay, the door popped open, admitting two giggling little boys.

And hell, her cousins hadn’t been kidding. Gregory and, presumably, Evan were nearly identical. Even their choice of clothing today was eerily similar. The resemblance was uncanny, and Vanessa found herself forgiving Elizabeth for her initial outburst. She’d have to keep on eye on her gremlin, though. This situation was ripe for some The Parent Trap-ing, and, yeah. No thank you.

Despite Michael’s warning about Evan’s shyness, it looked like Gregory had lured him out of his shell. The two were grinning at each other, already thick as thieves, and given the presence of Gregory and the two large plushies in Evan’s arms, she wouldn’t discount that saying being literal.

“You bite anyone, you little menace?” she called over.

Gregory sent her a sharp-toothed smile. “Not yet!”

Something about their exchange, short as it was, sent Evan into another fit of giggles. He buried his face in the head of one of his plushies, peeking shyly over at her as he edged slightly behind Gregory.

“That’s Vanessa,” Gregory told him, letting the slightly smaller boy huddle against his shoulder. “She’s cool.”

This seemed to mean something more to Evan, because he straightened slightly and clumsily waved, what with his arms being full. “Hi,” he whispered.

“It’s nice to meet you, Evan,” Vanessa replied. “Did your brother tell you about me?”

“Mhm. We’re cousins.”

“Those are some pretty impressive plushies you got there,” Michael said. “You guys play the crane game?”

The boys exchanged mischievous glances.

“I didn’t give you money for the arcade,” Vanessa said, resigned. “Please don’t tell me you climbed inside a crane machine again, Gregory.”

“I didn’t climb inside a crane machine again,” Gregory dutifully repeated, the little liar.

“Oh, what have I done,” Michael moaned, but Vanessa was no fool. She could see the way his shoulders trembled with suppressed laughter.

“Sorry,” she told him, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “But me and the brat—we’re a package deal. Your crane machines are gonna pay the price if you want us around.”

The two of them looked back over at the boys, who Elizabeth had joined. Gregory matched her snark for snark, and though Vanessa couldn’t have known, Michael was so, so relieved to see his little brother looking less like a shell of himself.

Vanessa turned back to him when he chuckled lightly, just in time to catch a flash of sadness and regret in his eyes. Nonetheless, he was smiling when he said, “I think some arcade exploitation is a small price to pay.”

#i answered a thing #anonymous #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

[blametheeditor]

David’s New Pet

Warnings: David being a grade-A douche bag. Mentions of people being treated as pets or pests. Cursing. Mistreatment of others. Mentions of death. Mentions of murder. Mentions of someone being an orphan. Mentions of someone not wanting to adopt someone. Someone having the lack of sympathy or apathy. Someone being extremely insensitive.

I have no intentions of making the situation something to not take seriously. I mean no harm with how I’ve written it. Just be warned it has trigger warnings.

Run Down: Will admit, this is fairly old writing, but I wanted to throw it, so have and angsty (though only semi-angsty???) David getting a new pet!

I absolutely refuse to write the entire stories that come after this.

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“Why are you always trying to get stepped on?”

David glares down at the human standing before him.

“Definitely not helping with the fact I think your species can’t even think past what animals do.”

He can’t see the minuscule expression, the form not even three inches tall, but frankly he couldn’t care less.

“And I will never understand why you think you deserve to even stand in my office. I’ll just be spraying pesticides to finally get rid of you pests.”

The business man raises an eyebrow when Fritz doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move. Asshole, thinking he can get away with something like this and not pay the consequences. Of course the redhead is valuable, an exceptional coder who completes every task no matter what time restraint the giant gives.

The only real problem is the brilliant worker William Afton had on hand to be transferred between the restaurants of Freddy Fazbear’s is human. A lowly creature who doesn’t contribute anything but taking up vital parts of this world. Gives nothing to society, annoying beyond belief as he’s forced to watch his steps when walking around his own office of a business he owns.

“Are you even listening?” David demands, growling down at the unmoving teenager. Which, by the way, isn’t even in uniform.

Idiotic waste of his time. “As long as you’re here, I might as well have you do the one thing you’re not completely useless for.”

Again there’s no response as the giant carelessly walks ‘around’ the human and calls for Lefty. With that he ignores everything, phone out to text people who should actually exist in this fucked beyond repair world, leaning against his desk and ordering flyers and party supplies.

Finally the black bear appears in the office doorway. “Mr. Harrison, why is Mr. Smith crying?”

David hesitates, glancing up from his screen. “I don’t give a shit, frankly. I need him to update your coding on a new song, however, and him wanting to sob for no goddamn reason isn’t my problem.”

“And why is Mr. Smith here when he isn’t scheduled for today?”

...because he is?

“Fritz,” the business man snaps, growing exceptionally pissed off when he realized the human was apparently in his office just because. “Explain.”

“...my mum, my mum is dead.”

One less pest in this world, now that is good news.

“Condolences,” is said with an eye roll. And just why the hell does this have him receiving an unnecessary and unwanted visit?

“And I, I don’t have anyone that’s family here, here in the United States. So, so I’m getting put in the...the foster system.”

David grows still at that, listening to the strained voice making sure the sobs don’t escape even with the obvious pain.

“It’s been, really has been, been such a pleasure working for you, Mr. Harrison. But, but where I’m going, I’ll be...I’ll be unable to work for you any longer.”

The redhead slumps in despair at that, as if preparing to be stepped on, kicked or flicked across the room. Treated like the pest the giant before him has always claimed he is. Now that he’s useless, he’s bothering a successful man just because.

No shadow descends upon him, however.

...well, uh.

David glances back down at who’s about to be his former employee.

This is good. Great. He’s getting rid of a little pest he technically had been forced into hiring, having wanted to switch a pathetic human even if the giant coder wasn’t even 1% as good as Fritz. No more watching his step, making the world right again.

“When?”

He pretends not to notice the choked sob from the question. “They, they said if you need, need the standard two weeks to, to get another person to...to take my position-”

“You’re easily replaceable, human.”

David is only given a nod.

“Yes, Mr. Harrison.”

“You may go.”

Fritz sprints as fast as possible out of the business man’s office, wiping tears away as he runs, exiting into the hallway and continuing, needing to get out of the restaurant.

...he’s leaving.

The giant waves away the animatronic that’s now useless to him at the moment to follow after the little insect like a goddamn puppy. Never will he understand why such a thing would occur, a giant bear who frankly looks like he’s happily murdered a few children interested in such a lowly being, but he can’t think about that.

Much more important things to do.

...leaving.

“Fritz!”

David growls when the human doesn’t appear.

“Fritz!”

Now he’s getting piss.

“FRITZ!”

“Mr. Harrison!”

...why the fuck does his coder sound like Happy?

That’s because the frog animatronic is the one speaking. Her purple eyes hold an emotion the business man doesn’t want to even comprehend. Doesn’t want to attempt to register that even ‘sentient’ like all the other dumbasses of so called ‘night guards’ claim shouldn’t be able to show any kind of emotions. Not when their mouths aren’t able to form anything outside of a permanent smile. Bitch face in Lefty’s case.

David waves a hand, clearly not in the mood. “Out. I called for-”

“Mr. Smith, I know.” Shit did the expression get stronger? “He’s gone, Mr. Harrison. Remember?”

...oh.

“The little pest should be here. Didn’t give me two goddamn weeks.”

“He offered two weeks, Mr. Harrison. You didn’t take it.”

“He’s an absolute asshole allowing his mother to-”

David stiffens when the frog was no longer listening, not even in his office doorway anymore. Fine, go cry to Orville and tell the bastard he’s ‘being insensitive’. He doesn’t care. More free-time for him.

...fuck.

“This is Scott Cawthon.”

“You’re a father, right?”

The giant stares into space before slowly, carefully pulling his phone in front of him, staring at the fact that the human. Hung. Up.

On him.

“Scott! You LITTLE-!”

“David, shut up before I send Vincent to kick your ass.” The eldest guard waits until the sound of a mouth opening is heard. “Don’t make me hang up again.”

“Adopt Fritz.”

“...yOU-!”

The business man holds his phone away from his face as it becomes clear the innocent human has been talking to Mike too much. Being the less superior race is one thing, but getting tainted by the Fucked Up Night Guard is an entirely new low.

“Are you done?”

Scott nearly screams again before forcing himself to stop. “You adopt Fritz.”

“YOU MOTHER-! WAIT DON’T YOU PULL THAT FUCKING PHONE AWAY OR I WILL SQUASH YOU LIKE THE BUG YOU ARE!”

“David, you will either adopt the kid, or hope he’ll forgive you for everything you’ve done to him-”

“Done for him.”

“-done to him and be willing to work for you after he turns eighteen in two years and therefore able to live alone and not have a guardianship. I adore him, I really do, but I have my own children.

“And never would I force him to live with me when he’s clearly attached to you.”

“Well then I hope you’re goddamn happy, Scott, because-” David freezes, slowly feeling his shoulders slump if only a millimeter. “What did you say?”

The human hangs up yet again. He’s not immediately greeted by the angry sound of a phone ringing, however.

Attached to him. One, Scott screwed himself by making it sound like Fritz is a pet. Two...

“Greg, you’re in charge.”

“Fritz Smith?”

Said teenager flashes a bright smile even as tears threaten to appear, thanking the woman.

Bye Mike. Bye Jeremy. Bye Caleb.

The tears start forming around his eyes, unable to stop them as he continues walking toward the room’s door and exit into the courthouse.

Bye Scott. Bye James. Bye Eggs.

The first time he walked out of the room a man, woman, and little girl had greeted him, his temporary foster family making sure he had food, a place to sleep, supervision.

Bye Vincent. Bye Mr. Afton.

Now he’s going to be adopted, taken far away, or with parents who don’t want him working.

Bye-

“Mr. Harrison!”

Fritz’s wide smile stays in place even with the giant clearly annoyed by his enthusiasm, those hazel eyes as big as his head narrowed into a glare.

“You’re not supposed to be happy to see me h-”

Mike doesn’t acknowledge the murderous look aimed toward him from elbowing the business man. Not with his answer to the dumbass being “Douche Bag, you’re about to adopt the little fucker. And these bastards won’t hand his ass over if you threaten him.”

I hate humans.

But fine! He’ll behave. Especially when Fritz is looking almost horrified instead of overjoyed. Technically only David’s allowed to be disgusted with people and insects.

“Adopting?” the teenager questions. “You’re adopting me?”

“As a guardian,” the business man states, allowing it to almost sound like a threat.

“Why the hell did you think I came here?”

“I thought, you wanted to see me off.”

An eyebrow raises. “Well by all means, if you’d like some other-”

“NO!”

Scott smirks as the human actually manages to shut the egotistical giant up, shock coating the man’s face at the panic of going with someone else. That’s when David screws himself over. “Even if it was Scott?”

The business man growls when someone who should be fearing him stepping on them says he wants to be with the superior being. Not that he can blame Fritz, clearly he’s the greatest person alive. But pests should fear him, not think he’ll be a wonderful little guardian.

Fuck this I should just leave.

“Fritz.”

David watches over crossed arms as a human behind the counter summons his apparent new charge. About to become charge. Live in his house, eat his food, fuck it up. Can’t forget that wonderful part.

But, his head nods when...green eyes? He doesn’t care, when Fritz looks up before signing to state he’s in agreement living with someone a hundred times his size. And after Scott and Mike sign, vowing the man is responsible enough to not crush the teenager, they’re waved goodbye.

…huh. So, Fritz is his now.

Gross.

“Come on. I’m not going to make sure you keep up so run or get left behind.”

“Yes, Mr. Harrison!”

#g/t #FNAF Bois #giant #tiny #trigger warning #tw foster care #tw death mention #tw #you know #I don’t think I ever posted this particular story anywhere #it was mostly a slightly angsty rant #but I hope it’s liked! #look I promise the David gets softer #after much angst…. #you have NO idea how many random and angsty stories I’ve writen with these two #MAYbe I’ll post ‘em one day #David’s New Pet #writing #BTE writing

[the-walk-of-weary-souls]

Hello as of recently while watching game theory I've begun to create my own hypothesis in reguards to some of the details and blank spaces from their theories. In particular I began noticing stuff that seemed to fit together in their 'This changes everything' theory and the last part of the 'Not what we thought' theory so PLEASE GO WATCH THOSE FIRST IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY, this won't make sense otherwise.

First of all I believe Michael Afton is in fact the big brother's real name aswell as the name that the little brother (crying kid) is known as in the games. I say this because I think that the little brother has taken up the big brother's identity (I will from this point on refer to The older brother as Michael and crying kid as Mike as to avoid confusion). I came to this conclusion after Matpat theorized that the immortal and the restless where the immortal always starts the show off with 'The baby isn't mine' is refrencing the relationship Between William and Mike which made me start wondering if it was not referencing their relationship but Williams relationship with his other son Michael the elder brother instead in which case he would have a bad relationship with him but have a good relationship with the younger who he thinks is his son.

This would lead the elder to possibly getting Jealous enough to start bullying his younger brother only worsening the relationship Between William and himself and ultimately completely destroying it when he by accidentally killed Mike. At this point William promises to put Mike back together again and manages to do it but there's one small tiny problem, a dead kid can't suddenly come back to life again so he needs to get Mike a new identity. Luckily there is an easy solution to his problem in which he can get his youngest son back into the family and get rid of a son that he never thought was his own and probably hates for killing his youngest son. To put it simply I think he murdered his eldest son Michael Afton and gave his identity to his recently revived and amnesiac younger son.

This is why I personally think that Mike is using his brothers name instead of his own which we know he does not remember thanks to golden Freddy. Talking about golden Freddy and Mike, when Matpat theorized that there was in fact two souls possessing Golden Freddy; A female spirit named Cassidy and the vengeful spirit from UCN, a male possibly called Kelsey, a lot of pieces began fitting in place for me. For example remember how in UCN the voice lines kept referring to ' the one you should not have killed' golden Freddy as a he when we were sure that the spirit was a she up until the latest reveal where it makes sense again because it is referring to the male spirit in golden Freddy not Cassidy the female spirit.

I think that Mike had a close relationship with Kelsey both when he was still alive and after he dies and posses golden Freddy. I say this first of all because of how golden Freddy writes to Mike in the survival logbook as if trying desperately to jog his memory by referencing memories from his childhood (E.g. 'Was your favourite toy a purple telephone?' and 'Does he still talk to you?' And even at one point tries to be more direct by saying that 'the party was for you', you are the younger brother not Michael the elder brother)and directly asking him if he remembers anything including asking if he remembers his name. I also believe that phsycic friend fredbear was not the mind switching robots(which I actually think inspired by phsycic friend fredbear after William saw his sons interactions with the fredbear plush and realizing an actual soul inhabited it) Matpat theorized it was in a previous video but Kelsey extending his control outwards from golden Freddy onto the plush that his friend carries everywhere so that he can monitor his friend despite being stuck in the fredbear suit in the back room where we see a tuft of his hair coming out of the suit. It's also important to note that the only place that phsycic friend fredbear doesn't appear is inside the restaurant but is clearly still there because of his voice speaking to Mike which would make sense if he doesn't need the plush to see Mike there because it's where his body is stored anyway.

I think this is entirely possible as Kelsey is clearly able to appear outside of the golden Freddy suit in a completely different form to the actual golden Freddy as seen in 1:35 am's 'The New Kid' where he takes on the form of a kid and lures several children from nearby schools into old Freddy places where he then kills them with the golden Freddy suit so it is entirely possible he could be the plush Mike carried everywhere. His relationship with Mike could also explain his motivation for killing all of those kids by luring them to the golden Freddy suit, he was probably extremely angry when he lost his best friend despite his best efforts to keep him safe in the bite of 83 and thus takes it out on kids like the bullies in Fnaf 4. He does this by basically testing the kids to see if they'll try to put him into a springlock suit like the bullies did to Mike and if they do he kills them and moves on to the next victim.

To summarise it up Kelsey was probably Mike's best friend who at some point got killed by William and stuffed into a suit but due to pure determination his spirit stayed so that he could stay by his best friends side(unlike the other animatronics who stay because of Agony as confirmed in Game theories 'Your pain fuels us'which may explain his many extra abilities as they would be necessary to be by his friends side), this determination then turned to anger when he was unable to save his friends life or put his soul into something else like he was probably planning to do when William cut his dialogue off in the final cutscene of Fnaf 4 with 'I will put you back together' in a slightly different shade of yellow. So he starts killing kids like the bullies to try and get Vengance just like the other animatronics kill nightgaurds to try and get their Vengance. Eventually he realises that somehow miraculously Mike is alive and he figures out why which leads to him possessing the survival logbook to try and communicate with him and bring back his memories which he successfully does to at least a small extent. He probably sees this as a second chance for Mike at life but can only watch as instead Mike throws his life away in pursuit of his father and then completely gives up his life in the blaze that stops his father and frees the other spirits. Once again frustrated and beyond angry that he had to watch as his friend died again he blames his friends father William this time and so makes sure that he suffers for it by becoming his personal tormentor in hell instead of moving on like everyone else did.

This would explain several odd details such as why golden Freddy's phrase is it's me as he was probably trying to tell Mike that it's me Kelsey as well as why Golden Freddy will still attack you after entering your office instead of attacking as the spirit who is in control of (or has the most control of) Golden Freddy at that moment is Cassidy who wants to kill the nightgaurd and not Kelsey no wants to protect Mike. It also explains why Kelsey would go after kids instead of nightgaurds and why Golden Freddy is so interlinked with Mike.I also believe that like Matpat suggested Mike knew some of the other missing kids and by association so did Kelsey, but he may have had a more distant relationship with them only really hanging out with them because his best friend Mike or the crying kid as he is also known did.

Thanks for reading this, it is not really a theory as is lacks evidence but as a writer who has to clarify things I write in a logical way, this is how I filled in the gaps for Matpat's theories in a similar way to how I do when writing stories. I may come back to this later with a more fresh mind but it's really late now so goodnight.

#matpat #game theory #fnaf #michael afton #golden freddy