We Want Out

Left Behind

It's not every day you have to fight the urges to lure kids into a backroom and kill all five of them in order to "revive your father". This was her attempt at redemption, and she was going to take it. Elliot wrote something down on a piece of paper. It was her job to look out for any kids that seemed to be in danger and help parents. No parent had approached her yet.

She wondered what Michael was doing in the office. Probably ordering things like he normally does. It had been a few weeks since they had opened this pizzeria. She could still remember when Michael had found a rotting version of Circus Baby sitting in this empty room. That was their first soul – Elizabeth.

Elliot circled her finger onto the table and sighed so loud, a bored expression on her face. She hated doing this job. She still wasn't on board with the whole "Oh, we need to kill our father and free souls but at the same time we also need to burn alive" thing. That wasn't the way she wanted to go out. It never was the way she wanted to go out. It was a suicide mission for Michael.

A parent approached. Elliot sat up a little so that she looked more professional and looked at the worried expression on the mother's face. "Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" Her tone of voice became softer than its usual gruff tone. She wanted to make sure the woman felt comfortable sharing.

The mother looked at Elliot for a moment before she came closer. "M- my kid..." the woman started, whispering to the brunette. "I can't find him... he was... he was in front of me, and I looked away for one second..." There were tears forming in the parent's eyes as she started staring at Elliot with puppy eyes.

A missing kid? What the fuck?

All Fazbear pizzerias had the fame of having kids missing. This one wasn't owned by Fazbear Entertainment. It was its own pizzeria owned by Michael Afton. Elliot was lost in her own thoughts until something clicked as she snapped back into reality. The mother was gone out of her view.

She raised an eyebrow. There was no way this woman disappeared like that. Elliot gripped onto the pen as she scribbled something down on the piece of paper. She was getting sick of these hallucinations that'd just come and go. It was trying to lead her back into the life. She knew it.

Elliot went back to slouching unprofessionally, scribbling things down on the piece of paper. It was forming a shopping list now.

- More shit for the pizzeria
- A goddamn book to read
- Medication for Henry (told us to pick it up)
- I need more meds too, fucking Christ the hallucinations are worsening.
- New notepad

It wasn't a whole lot, but it'd do. There were more scribbles but even Elliot couldn't read what she was trying to write on the paper. She folded it into two and shoved it into her pocket. Elliot got up from the table. Her leg was killing her. Michael told her not to move anywhere until he was done but she wasn't going to wait around for him.

The woman started to limp towards the exit. "Plan this, plan that..." she grumbled. "Oh, we need to kill our dad... oh, we need to burn together... shut up..." Elliot didn't exactly sound so happy.

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"I knew you'd meet me." The man spoke with his hands in his pockets. He didn't look very professional despite the fact he was wearing a suit. He seemed to be looking down. "We went off on wrong terms." This man was presumed in his late 20s or so now. It was hard to tell.

"We went off on all kinds of wrong terms." Michael crossed his arms, "blowing" some of the hair out of his face. "How did you find me again? I thought you agreed you wouldn't come chasing after me any longer than you have after Fazbear's Fright. You tried to kill me."

"I tried to kill us." He corrected the corpse, now looking at him. He was covered in bandages – except for his eyes, mouth, nose, and random strands of hair sticking out. Judging by the texture of his nose, he seemed to be burnt. "Something's happening here, Michael. You can't hide the truth from me."

"Nothing's going on, okay? I'm running a business."

The bandaged-up male grabbed Michael's arm in a speed of light, making the corpse try and tug away as fast as he could. The grip was locked on tight. The man stared at him with those black eyes of his. "You're running a business when you already have one soul in your grip. How many souls do you think you can lure in? We dealt with William back in the horror attraction."

"No, we didn't. It was your stupid plan to burn me and my father together with you inside the building. You didn't kill me, my father or yourself. William is still out there somewhere, and I must end things." He coldly snapped. "What would James think if he saw your behaviour right now?"

He tightened the grip onto Michael's arm. "You loved that man; don't you dare bring him into your mess like you already did. He died on your behalf, and I am never forgiving you for that. This is not about James. This is about William Afton himself. Your father. The man who started all of this. If you are telling the truth about him still being out there, don't be fucking stupid by putting yourself out there like this."

"What else can I do, huh? Be sneaky? I can't be sneaky. He wouldn't find me. He wants to kill me and he sure as hell will want to kill Elliot too. I deviated from the plan of his and now he's going to come back until everything is perfect again. I know it."

"Elliot isn't who you think she is."

"You know nothing about my sister." He finally got his arm out of the man's stronghold grip, rubbing it a bit as if it genuinely hurt him. "I agreed to meet you, we had our chat, now get out of my sight."

The man stood there before chuckling. "If you say so. This won't be the last you've seen of me, Father."