𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻 | FNAF

4 - White Roses

Sadness and grief.

Those were the two words that could describe his emotions.

The funeral was soulless, dull in fact. Y/N couldn't even look up at the gravestone without feeling immense guilt bundling inside of him. There was also a heavy downpour by that time, which made it a lot worse.

He hid away from the crowd under a big tree, burying his face in his knees as he embraced himself closer. The only thought swirling in his mind repeatedly was a question he had, "Why did I trust her by herself?"

He knew Elizabeth was a stubborn girl who always thrives to get what she wants, so why would he leave her all by herself with that.. that animatronic? Stupidity, if that is how Mr Afton describes it.

But then again, Y/N never knew the animatronic was capable of doing harmful acts to humans, especially children like Elizabeth.

Mr Afton ended up blaming him for being stupid enough to leave her alone. Y/N couldn't argue back because his father was right, he IS stupid. If he could've just taken her with him then none of this would've happened. Elizabeth would've still been alive today.

Yet he didn't.

Time travel is a nice concept, but turning back time was never really possible in this world.

The incident greatly traumatized him. Sometimes he gets reoccurring nightmares of it, making him twice as paranoid when he's near animatronics.

The whole thing had made an impact on his mental health. Y/N was still himself, however, he was less cheerful than before and appeared to be slightly dull. Mrs Sunny had tried her best to console his emotions seemingly because Mr Afton never bothered enough to pay for his therapy sessions.

Y/N was grateful for Mrs Sunny always being there for him when he truly needed it. Although, it felt strange - as if he wasn't supposed to receive this kind of treatment whenever he was feeling miserable.

What is a lot weirder, is that he keeps waking up to a glass of water with a note under it on his desk every morning.

'Don't mention it.' The note wrote.

Michael keeps giving him a smile whenever Y/N made eye contact with him.

Y/N rested his chin on the palm of his hand, struggling to keep awake from nodding off. Classes were boring, as usual, nothing was interesting to lean forward to besides school dismissal.

The number of peculiar stares he received from his classmates made him very uncomfortable. Maybe they've caught on to his sudden change of behaviour almost immediately.

Y/N shifted into another position in his seat, awkwardly glancing away from the others' direction. Whatever the stares were for, it made him twice as motivated to skip school.

Jeez, do these people know a single thing about boundaries? He huffed, trying to distract himself by doodling on a blank sheet.

"Psst," Someone whispered from behind him.

Y/N turned around from his seat to see Simon passing him a folded note.

"Read it, it's for you," He informed before resuming back to chit-chatting with his friends.

The Afton blinked and opened the note out of curiosity. Meet me at your locker after school, -A, it read. He had no reaction plastered on his face whatsoever other than confusion, folding the note back and sliding it into his pockets.