A Deadly Run AU《FNAF》

Chapter 1.

Michael Afton, the eldest child of the Afton family, and the most depressed and hit by life. The whole family hated him for what he did, because of that "prank." Michael, a walking corpse now with no organs in it, lived in the house with his younger brother who hated him for killing him, his sister, who was killed for not listening to her father, and his mother, who still did not know how she died, and his father, the worst, William Afton.

Michael's days were no different. Boring and full of poison from his toxic family. It wasn't as different as it used to be in the past. Everyone in that house kept a secret, everyone, and everyone kept it well hidden from the eyes of the world.

Michael woke up with difficulty, already wishing for this new day. He didn't expect to be called to the table at all, he couldn't eat, but someone can. Not long after he changed, he heard the unfriendly voice of his sister, Elizabeth, calling him to the table. He lazily got out of bed and walked to the old kitchen. There weren't many people, just Elizabeth and his mother. Mike stared at the food for a moment. Before he could utter the phrase he always said, William had appeared. Will looked at him coldly, disgusted, even disappointed. Mike rolled his eyes. He had taken the plate of medium food and cutlery.

"Leave, as usual." William spoke harshly and mockingly.

"William..." Clara said softly. Despite everything that happened, she loved her children. Everyone.

"It's nothing..." Michael said, leaving. "I'll eat in my room."

"Mike..." His mother said his name softly but in vain.

"Leave him alone, Mommy. Leave him alone. I don't even know why he's coming over here. Nobody likes you!" Elizabeth said mischievously.

"Lizzy."

Michael stopped talking and left. Mike closed the door of his bedroom, looking at the gloomy, simple room. He put the food down on his bed.

"Come on, I know you're up there and you're hungry. Get rid of this food."

Shortly after speaking, a figure jumped from the ground.

"Hello, Ennard."

"Hello, Michael." He looked at the bed, watching the food. "Thanks for the... food."

"No problem. As long as no one suspects, everything is fine." He sat down in bed too.

Ennard. The person- or rather the animatronic who killed him with a giant spoon. The person who should hate him with all his heart. But he didn't. Why? It had been two months in the past since Ennard had been released from that pizzeria that he called prison, he had reunited with Michael. They had quarrels, many quarrels, many. Until they began to understand each other step by step. Mike understood why Enn had done all this. The feeling that you were trapped in a place for years and years and years and not looking at the sunlight at least once, he also thought he would be desperate to escape, to be free. And Michael's death was the best path at that time. Michael's hatred for Ennard was gone after a year with him. A year in which Enn felt guilty, a lot. But despite his current character: gloomy, serious, cold, intelligent because of his program, idiot at times, in the past he was even... sad. He felt completely guilty, and when he saw that Michael was rotting even a little, in one-two seconds he was present.

When Enn saw Mike's family, he was speechless. He heard of William Afton. He knew about him, he had created HIM with Henry's help... or rather, he had used it as a spare part for the rest of the animatrons. Michael notices how Enn tenses when he hears William, not knowing why. He found out the reason only three days later, remaining skeptical afterwards. However, Ennard had to keep it a secret, many times, every time he was in Michael or among the ventures, and William was with Mike, throwing harsh words at his son. He wanted so badly to say a couple of things to that murder, but Michael stopped him every time.

In the case of his sister and mother, Ennard did not want to be near them at all. Every time they were close to one of them, he would move or try to find a reason to leave as soon as possible. Even now he did not know the reason for the animatronic's agitation.

And with C.C/Chris... He had nothing. On the contrary, he WANTED to talk to him. Another hassle for Mike, explaining to Enn why not. His relationship with Chris was one.. badly complicated... even delicate. Michael still felt guilty, in fact... he never stopped having that feeling. He was afraid to get close to him. He wanted to apologize, but he was afraid he would scare him, he was afraid he would say something wrong, so he decided to avoid him as much as possible without talking or touching him.

Ennard stared at Michael, who was thinking again. "You know that... it's not too late to implement my plan." He said, twirling the cutlery with his two fingers, slowly looking up at Mike.

"No, Ennard. I'm not running away from home."

"Come on Michael!" He dropped the cutlery on the empty porcelain plate. "It's a nightmare here! Let's go.. to your old house. I'm telling you you're going to have a much better life there than here."

"Enn.. I know you have good intentions, but no."

"Good." He handed him the plate. "I finished."

"Come on, Enn! Don't be upset." He had taken the plate, on the way out. "It'll be fine, trust me." Ennard had given him an irritated look. "Don't look at me like that. I'm coming back, stay calm."

On the way to the kitchen, halfway through, he came across C.C.. Chris.. his brother who always avoided him.

'No no..'

'Not what?' Ennard asked. They could communicate by mind.

'Not him..'

Michael froze, but quickly ran to the kitchen, dropped his plate, and ran back to the room. His breathing had become quick. The body rested on the bedroom door, where a knock was heard.

"Mike...?" A child's voice was heard, Chris's voice. "Are you there?" He looked worried.

Michael had begun to panic. Ennard was there, watching and hearing what was happening. He grabbed his friend by the shoulders, grabbing him by the door.

'Calm down. He came to see how you are. See? He doesn't hate you. Go talk to him.'

'I can't... I can't. He hates me!'

'Your brother is at your door. He's worried. Open the door and talk to him!' Michael shivered briefly under Ennard's fingers. 'Please..'

Mike sighed, lowering his head. "Okay... I'll do it..." He was released from the redhead's hands. He turned slowly, the door opened.

Chris looked surprised that the door had been opened. He looked at his brother, who was not looking at him, as if through him.

"Mike! Are you- uh... are you okay?" The boy asked with a little fear.

"I'm... I am Chris. I- You... I think it would be best to go back to your room."

"WHAT?!" C.C looked really upset and shocked. "But- Is that what you want? You don't even talk to me! You ignore me..! And when I WANT to see how you are and I also make stupid worries about you- You let me down!!" Chris snapped at his brother. "I don't even know why I'm trying! But you don't care. As usual!" He run away from him.

Eyes in different colors remained in place, growing in pain. Something in his soul is changing, his thinking is changing.

"Ennard... I think it's time to implement your plan."