Could care less (DSaf AU)

Nice way to go out

Backstory of my AU Jack, and honestly, probably after I make Henry's next I'll probably wrap up this one quickly. Maybe a sequel or a threquel will come at one point? Eh, can't be sure. (Supposed to be in bold but I'm too lazy to fix it)

"I'll call when I'm done with my shift, okay Jackie?" Peter asked, I nodded in reply. He said mommy and daddy had to go away for a while, so now he has to work harder for us. Dee was watching some loud cartoon, I didn't mind, I liked what she was watching. This is probably rare, but I actually enjoy spending time with my siblings. Especially Dee. It was the winter of 1957 and I was looking for a part-time job, but every time I was turned down. Peter worked at Fredbear's and I wanted to do the same, but there was only an opening for night guard. I hate the dark. My reasoning is because I saw a bony purple monster in it a few days ago.

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ew year time skip

"Petey you promised you would take me to Fredbear's on my birthday! And look at the calender, it's my birthday." Dee whined, yes, he did promise. Peter sighed and told us to get ready then. All of us rushed then walked (Dee skipped) down to the diner, the cold air felt good on my face and in my hair, I whistled a happy tune through the gap in between my front teeth. Finally we arrived and entered, Peter said to watch Dee and he'll pick us up at four-thirty. Me and her watched him fast walk home. He always had hated winter. I watched Dee play with some other kids and then went to use the bathroom, only a few minutes after I entered could I hear the sound of fast and slow foot steps, a door opening then shutting just outside the entrance to the restroom. I thought nothing of it and finished up, but wait... Where's Dee?

Asking around was hard enough when multiple toddlers looked just like her. Nothing I added or took away from her description seemed to ring a bell to anyone, not even the kids she played with. Dee still wasn't with me by the time Peter got to Fredbear's, "Where's Dee?" He asked, "Peter." I said, he knew that I was serious when I didn't call him his nicknames. "I lost Dee, I asked everyone that was around and looked everywhere but she's gone." Peter sighed and dragged me outside, his face turned stone cold and he asked me questions that took me a while to answer. "Go to the office and knock, tell Henry to call the police." Peter instructed. I followed his steps and around ten minutes later, they were here. If it was a live murder then I guarantee Peter would call the force corrupt and lazy.

The cops asked some standard questions then asked the employees to answer the rest. However, the only employees were: A man around my age with purple hair, skin and clothes with pure black eyes and white pupils, Henry and a pale teenager with black hair and grey eyes. "Standard shy kid." Peter mumbled after he saw the pale boy. It was about an hour when the police came out with nothing. "Fresh blood, but no body. However, there was a track that ended near the back alley. There was, again, no body." The female officer announced, Peter looked like he was about to cry. But I have to admit, so was I.

Things were different from that day, I felt like it was all my fault. I'm worthless. It should have been me. Selfish. And Peter was quick to lose his temper at anything and everything, especially me. He only fueled my self hatred day by day. It was to the point where band aids couldn't fix the 'accidental' cuts that were on my wrists, nothing could. Soon after Peter started losing his temper, he would come back with bruises and once a bleeding nose. Obviously abuse from Henry, I know that he didn't tolerate things like that to him or this 'Eggplant bitch' "It's like he gives him special treatment just because he's Henry's adopted son." Peter would complain, if I were him, I bet I would be pissed too.

Another few year time skip

Peter went missing last week, however, I managed to get that night shift position at Fredbear's. Keeping the house was hard enough when killer robots came after you every night. But soon, I messed up and lost power. Fredbear came up to me, screamed then dragged my shaking body to the backroom. A few minutes later and I was in a springlock suit, struggling to breathe. The pain came all at once, so did my cries of pain.

It was like I was reliving that day as I climbed into the same suit model that set off on me that night. Dave noticed but said nothing, probably trying to not upset me more.  Didn't blame him, when I was mad it was like arguing with a Mexican mother; You always get beat both physically and mentally in the end.

Seconds felt like hours as I sucked in raspy breaths, could you blame me? "Help." I whispered, I knew nobody could hear me, but it was worth it. I heard a clock chime and the door open, Henry looked at me then chuckled. "Silly boy, should've known you wouldn't make it past night three." He said before laughing like a psychopath, then he left without paying a finger on me. An voice came from the corner of the room.

You're broken, but I can fix you.

I was very curious, but when an 'Explain' tried to leave my mouth all that came out was blood and metal.

Don't try and speak, Jackson Kennedy, there is no use.

"No shit, Sherlock." Is what I really wanted to say, but couldn't. The voice called itself The real Fredbear. He said that if I save the souls that have died to Henry Miller's hands, I could live. The nod I have was painful and slow, but it seemed to work because suddenly air was out of the suit- "Why the hell am I orange?"

You're a corpse, dunbass, get over it.

Get over it I did, 1987 seems to think so, too.

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Sorry I didn't post this yesterday, there was a delay that involved studying for a math test. 2/6/2021 just seemed more fitting, it states the age my Jack died at.
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