FNAF Oneshots

A Father and Son Reunion

TW: Body horror, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, mentions of physical abuse, Death of Major characters

"How could you do that to your own Father?" 

Michael paused by the doorway, his hands brushed against the door knob. How dare he do this to his own Father-- nay, to the person who had pick up his broken and bruised body countless times and tended to them (even though the Father was the reason of him being broken and bruised) and who sought after what was only right for him? Was that right? Was cowering in fear from his Father in his teenager years what a normal person has gone through? 

"I hate you," Michael hissed. He jerked his head to face the rotting animatronic rabbit that was stuck on the metal floor. "I've always  hated you," Michael turned to face the buck-toothed robot, his hands forming into fists, "I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you and make it hurt."

The mechanical mass started to shake, it's cold lifeless eyes staring into Michael's own before tilting it's head back. The Bunny's maw slightly opened and it began to let out a smothered guffaw in janky movements. "Oh," It began with its scratchy voice, "I missed the way you used to cry when I screamed at you."

Michael began to tell it that he wasn't crying, until he felt something akin to tears dripping down his cheeks with his finger tips. 

He was paralyzed. His hands began to shake out of fear, knowing that in his last moments, he was doomed to relive the worst of his memories.

Michael stared at the rabbit... if he could even call it that. It's body had been decomposing in that fur suit for so long, if someone were to look at it, they couldn't tell where the rabbit began or where the dead body ended. One of it's deformed eyes flicked towards the exit door and then back towards Michael. "It's going to get so much worse, Michael-"

"Shut up!" Michael had finally snapped out of the stupor he was in.

"There's the rambunctious son I know and love," Amusement crept into the voice box of the robotic amalgamation, and it jerked upwards from it's slumped position. Once. Twice. Until it was fully sitting up, "Now get over here and give your old man a hug. I promise I won't bite." 

Michael stuck his hands in his pockets looking back through the open door to see the monitors. It was five fifty. He needed to bide some time before Henry sends this whole place up in flames. Michael sluggishly walked over to it, his reflection somehow gleaming in its scuffed up teeth. He silently prayed to whatever deity was listening to help him finish this once and for all.

"That's right, come back to me, Mike. You know it always ends with you crawling back to me... but it's going to be okay. I'll always be here to get rid of your mistakes," William ushered his son into his arms. He took off the stupid, grey Fred-bear mask and looked at his decaying creation. Michael looks just like his old man. His body was rotting and the animatronic parts were gradually falling out of his purple, paper-like skin. William gave a mock kiss to his son's forehead by pressing the suit's muzzle onto his son's forehead. A grey, mushy residue was left on Michael's forehead, as it pulled away from his son. 

A loud screeching sound came over the speakers as Baby's voice came over the intercom, giving praise to Michael of a job well done for gathering everyone here for Spring trap to finish everything he started all those years ago.

"You and I aren't so different after all, are we?" The corpse wheezed through the bunny's voice box.

Michael tried not to panic as he struggled to get out of William's tight grip. No. No. No. No! This wasn't how it was supposed to go-- this place was supposed to burn. Henry-- oh god. What happened to Henry?? He tried not to think about how his mangled corpse was one of the many numbers in his Father's schemes.

"Connection, Terminated," There was a short sounding beep before an oh so familiar voice resonated through the speakers, "I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name." 

Relief flooded through Michael as he shoved the fleshy mass off of him. He scrambled towards the door, narrowly escaping William's futile attempts to grab Michael's legs. Michael slammed the door shut, locked it, and turned around to face his father one last time. "No, I guess we're not."

The bunny slammed it's metal fists against the door's window, with energy even Michael never knew it had. It continued to bang against the door as everything in both rooms began to catch on fire.  "I'm going to get out and I'm going to find you." It slapped it's hands against the door until it finally broke the window. Fire crawled up it's arm as it reached through the door's window, struggling to get a hold of Michael. "And once I do, I'll give you a real reason to cry!"