FNAF: Insanity

Chapter 16: What Remains

The beeping of the EKG resounded in Afton's ears. He sat silently in the chair beside the bed. Michael lay silently on the bench asleep.

Tristen's entire head was wrapped in one large bandage. Whatever was left of his brain was barely functioning, as the doctors said he was portraying signs of REM sleep. 'Merely dreaming', they said. But they weren't sure of how long he'd be that way before he died.

Afton tried to sneak some soul remnant into the hospital to heal him, but he was never able to give it to Tristen because of security.

*****

Henry was standing outside of the 2nd restaurant building in the alley where he found his daughter. The building itself had been closed for a year to investigate and it would be reopening soon, but he wanted to find out why the Security Puppet's lifeless husk was outside in the alley as well.

It had disappeared the day Charlotte died, but it hadn't been found since then. Dumb luck allowed Henry to find it outside in the cold rain.

"Why didn't it keep her inside?", he asked aloud as he dragged it back inside, noticing that one of its legs was flattened in a shape similar to tire tracks.

*****

The EKG fluctuated often throughout the next few days. Sometimes Tristen's heart rate was dangerously high or dangerously low. Afton's emotions were on the same rollercoaster as his heart rate, but he spent most of his time processing all the remnant from the Rental project.

So Michael was left to look over his brother.

"Can you hear me? I don't know if you can hear me. I'm sorry," said Michael with a somber tone. "I never meant to hurt you. It was all in good fun."

Tristen began to flatline.

The doctor called Afton and told him to rush here before it may be too late. He came as fast as he could, but right as he entered the hospital room, his son was declared dead.

*****

Henry sat in his study, going over the picture of the tire tracks in his head. The rest of them had been washed away, but that one mark on the Puppet had stayed.

He pondered on the tires for a while before a memory came to mind.

"I'm getting snow tires," Afton had said all those months before. He thought that the States would get cold and snow, even though Henry had told him otherwise. His purple car was still in the Fazbear Entertainment warehouse until he came back to the States, so Henry decided to compare the mark of the tire treads.

Upon arriving at the warehouse with the Security Puppet in his trunk, he dragged the animatronic over to the tires only to find that they did match. He scratched his head for a bit and returned home.

*****

His cold eyes stared at the blank TV screen. Where had he gone wrong? Why did his vision fail him? Why couldn't he save him?

All these questions roamed through Afton's brain as he was in his underground office. Michael sat by him playing with a plush.

They didn't have a funeral for Tristen. Afton didn't want to. His mind was only focused on keeping the last member of his family safe. Scenarios kept running through his brain of awful ways that his eldest could die by his hands. Sweat perspired across his brow.

"Michael, come with me," he said hurriedly as he grabbed his son by the arm and dragged him to the next room.

Michael protested, "Hey!", as his father strapped him to a table and placed a cloth over his head. He tried to shake the cloth off but began to feel light-headed and eventually fell unconscious.

After his son fell asleep, Afton took a large syringe from his remnant tank and drove it deep into his arm. He howled in pain before injecting himself with the soul remnant.

*****

Mrs. Emily woke up the next day to find her husband gone earlier than usual. She found him in his study reading over a bunch of business files.

"Henry what's going on?" she said groggily. "It's 7 in the morning and it's a weekend."

He didn't respond, so she leaned on his desk.

He looked up with a dazed look. "Oh sorry babe. I'm just going over some of these files from the partnership about a year ago..." He pulled out one of the many purple files.

Afton and his purple, Henry thought to himself as he read through the folder. It was full of designs for the Funtime Animatronics, including the specs for the child containment devices.

*****

When Michael woke up, it was the afternoon. He sat on the sofa in his house as his father was on the chair beside him.

"You took a while to wake up," said his father as he handed him a cup of tea.

Michael took it and sipped slowly. "What did you do to me, Dad?"

Afton smiled. "I gave you eternal life son. You're now a god like me. You won't feel pain or die."

Michael spit his tea out and dropped the cup. "What?" Michael questioned. His father motioned to his pants. The tea had spilled and it was hot, but it wasn't painful.

He stood up and began panicking. "You didn't ask me if I wanted this, Dad. You've been going crazy ever since Ellie died and now I'm some...monster. Change me back."

"I can't," Afton said. "It's permanent." Afton picked up his son's mug and it broke in his hand.

Afton spoke to himself, "I guess I can add amplified strength to the list-"

"Dad, I'm leaving," Michael interrupted. Afton turned in surprise.

"I'm not going to live with you and your crazy rules anymore. Have fun dealing with this."

Michael walked out with his backpack and Afton's wallet.

His father only stared at the door in remorseful memory.