Michael Afton Diary

Michael Afton - Part 6

4th January 1984

Alex came to my house today.

I thought he knew the meaning of "Friendship Over"

After leaving me when I needed him most.

My best friend left me.

And Alex was my best friend. He's a coward for running away from fucking guilt.

He literally ran away from Fredbear, at least Arthur stayed... I don't know why, to tell you the truth, it was my fault.

But Alex... Alex victimized himself! He said "I tried to save him! I swear Mr. Afton" and more stupid lies.

Arthur, Brenda and I tried to disprove those dirty lies, but no, the guy who helps doesn't lie. Thinking like that, William should listen to the majority and not the "good" person.

Oh yeah. He didn't listen to me because he doesn't care who it was. He cares about the punishment. I'm lucky he was proud... If he wasn't...

Well, coming back, that son of a bitch came to visit me. I didn't ask for it. I didn't him want to. I don't appreciate it.

He's quite reckless at times. Walk in the front door? Really? He knows William and he knows he's very strict and he couldn't get in if HE answered the door, but who answered it was ME. I could have left him outside, but I opened it. I don't regret it, it was good of him to come here, I've been... VERY bored these days and his company was great. He's not a bad friend, I could understand his side: he was scared. He was terrified, what was he going to do but run? Nothing. He said he tried to save CC, but now that I think about it, it was true. He said the prank was a bad idea. Sure, and he still played the hero, but I think I can forgive him a little bit now.

12 January 1984

William leaves, Henry gets depressed, Charllotte disappears, all in one day, on one day in 1983.

I know that sounds like the beginning of a detective story, but it's serious. And I'm afraid my theories are true.

The way William has been acting... I don't doubt it. I don't doubt it one bit. I don't want to believe it, but he killed Charllotte. 

That is shocking. But at the same time, I am not surprised.

The day he left home and left me there alone. That was the day. That day also had Charllotte's birthday party, so what other explanation do you have? William KILLED CHARLLOTTE.

He was already a horrible person in my view. Now he's not even a person anymore. He is a monster. A heartless monster.

To tell you the truth, I'm being a bit... Oh fuck, I forgot the word. Anyway I came to this conclusion without any evidence and very quickly. I could be wrong, and that's what I hope. I don't want to be the son of a filthy murderer.

I know. I killed the crying child. And that was an accident. I'm over it anyway... I guess...