Aftermath | Micheal Afton Story

#2

2 weeks. 2 weeks have passed without me seeing Chris.

My father just got a call saying, he was in a coma, and not dead.. yet.

So, we had hope.

Hope, I wouldn't get abused as badly anymore, and hope that my baby brother was okay.

Henry has been coming over a lot more than usual recently.

My father and him have been in and out of the workshop constantly. I've caught them carring blueprints and tools back and forth. I'm starting to think that they are planning something.

Something big.

And when I say big, I mean actually, big.

After a couple days of thier 'progress' I decided to take a peek while they were both hanging out on a lunch break. Father left me to watch Elizabeth, but she was the least of my concerns right now. I needed to see what they were both up to in this room.

That small peek turned into me opening the creaky door wide. I started to inspect what was on the tables. There was a wrench, drill, and a few screws lying here and there. The table was a bit dusty, with splaters of oil and grease lining the sides. I walked to the other side of the workshop, seeing that there was a desk and three drawers connected to the side.

In the first drawer, there was a picture of my father, Chris, and Liz posing for the camera. There was a caption on the bottom of it that had said 1982. The date had made me remeber what it was from. Chris's 6th birthday party. I felt myself tear up a bit, seeing Chris with his traditional face of happiness. A cute smile, with his bright eyes. Minimal blush, but with a lot of freckles scattered along his cheeks. I set the photo back down into the drawer, careful not to bend it.

I then went to open the second drawer. There were two paint brushes with dried red tips, and a few different colored permenent markers. What would they need red paint for? The thought randomly crossed my mind. My father has never made an animatronic that mainly contains red. Sure, there was painted red blush on Springbonnie, but these were too large of brushes to just use for blush.

Remaining curious, I closed the second drawer, and started to open the third, when I heard loud distant footsteps.

Shit!

I quickly but quietly ran over to hide behind something. I didn't know exactly what this 'something' was, but that wasn't the point right now. The point was, that, I'm about to get my ass whooped if I get caught.

The footsteps got louder, when I heard someone enter the room.

It was Henry.

"Hurry up, Hen! Your food is getting cold!" I heard my father yell from the distance. I assumed the kitchen, sense he was talking about Henry's food.

"Oh, hush up, William! I just needed to grab my water!" Henry had yelled back annoyed, but still finishing with a chuckle and a grin.

Henry then ran back out of the workshop, accidently slamming the door, which vibrated the table and desk, leaving whatever screws laying about to start making a clinking noise of them hitting each other or other objects.

After listening for a few seconds, making sure no one else was coming back into the workshop, I regained focus, and got up, only to hit my head on something really hard.

"Oww.." I said out loud. I then covered my mouth, telling myself to not make anymore noise then what I have.

I won't get caught.

I can't get caught.

Regaining conciousness, I got up, making sure not to hit my head again, and walked back to near the desk.

I was still curious about what I has hidding behind.

Desk or hiding spot first?

...

Hidding spot.

I looked over, only to let out a huge gasp. It was massive. The smooth white 'skin', covering the arms, neck, head, and what showed of the legs underneath the skirt. So that's why there was a lot of red paint. I thought to myself, looking at the strange animatronincs head. On top of the chocolate white head, was bright cherry red pigtails, with short bangs in front. Excaimining closer to the strange robot, there was painted red circles on the cheeks, that were kind of inverted. It looked like it was supposed to resemble blush. There was also big deep blue eyes, like the alantic (Heh, see what I did there? Sorry T-T).

I looked farther down the animatronic. The chest, being a little to big for a childrens resturant -assuming that's where it's going- was covered by a large section of red paint, having the resemblence of a top to a womens bikini. There was also a short red skirt to match the top, making the outfit look complete. The clown robot was also holding a well matched microphone, meaning it went really well with her design, and color scheme over all.

Then I had noticed something else that was covering her lower half -asumming the animatronic is a girl- of her body. Not really scattered, but what looked like ball point pins, lining her arms and legs. I didn't really understand that part of the robot, but I guess it did make the robot stand out more. I still really didn't understand how I didn't see the animatronic in the first place, when I first entered the workshop. It was a puzzling thought to me, thinking that it is actually the biggest object in the room, if you wanted to call it an object.

I had just now realized that there was something weird about the stomach on this 'thing'. It looked like a small contraption. It was covered by a small orange looking -triangle? And it had a fan looking thing in the middle of the orange spot. You wouldn't just randomly put a fan on something for no reason. It had to have been there for something.

I didn't think to much about it, I thought it was nothing important. Probably just to make the robot stand out more.

But, what I didn't know is that I should have.

I should have looked more into the stomach.

I should have looked in the third drawer...

------------------------------------------------------------------------
Omg! I'm so proud of this chapter! Tell me what you guys think of it! Peace!

Word Count: 1074