Part 1 - bittersweet memories

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A murderers perspective           TW: Mention of death, swearing
AU (alternate universe)

Chapter 1

My eyes widened gradually and I could only see a bit of blur until they completely cleared up. I couldn't remember anything and I barely focused on what I was seeing at this moment. I felt empty and shallow and It was hard to breathe. Was I dead or was I alive? I couldn't tell. I couldn't recognise this feeling.
Once I was clear and caught back my senses, I focused on my surroundings. I knew that I'd never been at this place I was in but I strangely felt familiar with it. I was placed in a subtle room that was cluttered with all kinds of things like posters and animatronic parts.There were two doors on both the right and left walls of the room and two vents which one was right in the front of the room and one on the bottom left side. I understood why It was so familiar. It should have been so obvious.
I started to wonder why I was here. Perhaps someone had taken me here? Was I kidnapped? No. It couldn't have been. I felt sick and nauseous to the point where I was losing myself. Was I dying? 'What was I even saying? I couldn't be dying.' I thought.
I realised that no one else was there so I thought that maybe I could escape this unusual place but no.
As I tried to lift myself up I was pulled back from the chains of the cuffs on both my hands.I was chained to the table, unable to move. I knew that I was supposed to be here. It wasn't surprising to me, but I was getting agitated by this so I kept pulling against them harder and harder.
That was until I heard a voice. The voice was also something that was familiar to me, it was unsettling. The voice was a childish laugh coming from the left side of the doorway. The laugh was the sound of a young girl's voice. I knew exactly who's voice this was.

Suddenly I started to become weary and debilitated. My mind started to see hallucinations of what were my own creations that seemed much more frightening than what I originally made them. They kept popping up through my eyes and even when I closed my eyes it made it completely worse. They brought pain to my eyes and they began to water rapidly. They felt as if they were burning. I tried to blink but it only caused them to sting even more. This continued for a few minutes until it stopped and my eyes completely blacked out. I thought that maybe this time I was dying but I wasn't. I came to learn that I was never dead but I was here to feel like I was constantly dying because when I opened my eyes again I saw that I was sitting before someone. Someone which I despised enough to become afraid. But I couldn't be afraid, I told myself. I had to be stronger.
Who I was sitting before was the one which I let bleed the longest. The one which received the longest and most slow death out of the five.

'Cassidy.'

I thought to myself.
She sat on the chequered floors, in the second Fredbear bear suit which I had stuffed her in. Her head was slightly tilted to the side and the mouth was left open. Just like when I murdered her she suffered as blood streamed down her mouth. Her hands were laid on the floor, facing upwards to the ceiling. The eyes were completely black. She lacked life at all.

I wasn't prepared for this. But I wasn't afraid. I was never afraid of my enemies because I knew I was stronger and more powerful than any of them. I knew that I could overcome what she had planned for me.

The head then started to jerk and I was unsure of what was going to happen. Then the suit stood up and a white glowing pupil popped up in both the eye holes. For about two seconds it stared at me until it quickly jolted up against the table right in my face. It shocked me at first but I didn't let it scare me. It stood and stared for another two seconds until a spirit separated itself with the animatronic. Out came a young white girl with long, shiny jet black hair which was parted out with two pigtails at the top and a fringe covering the forehead. Her eyes were a pale blue and she wore yellow braces, yellow ties that tied up the pigtails and a yellow shirt.
She was smiling so psychotically that you could feel it in your soul.
Her eyes widened and her head tilted just like the animatronic did. She tried to seem intimidating but she failed badly knowing me; is an expert.

After the awkward staring contest she decided to finally speak. And oh did she have much to say.

"I suggest you keep that mouth shut for as long as I'm talking because boy, are things about to get heated in here." She said as she leaned back up from the table, looking down upon me.

"There is no way that a child is telling ME what to do." I thought.

I just snickered. I knew that I was too good for her. Well, at least I thought I did.

"Alright let's get this started, Mr Afton. You already know my name and I already know yours right? Yeah, yeah Cassidy yeah yeah Wiilliam blah blah, whatever. Alright, time to get serious." she says.

"Now sit back and relax because this is gonna be a long one!"

I just sat and listened. What was I going to say?

"Ok." She said as she took a deep breath and slowly looked towards me and got closer to the table.

She then smirked and gave a slight side eye as she leaned down near the table in an intimidating way.

"Welcome to hell, William Afton."

"So glad to see you again. Now, you most likely recognise this place, being very similar to the security office back at your little pizzeria's, right? Well, that's the exact reason why I made this for you. You're probably wondering, 'made this for you?' Well, yes! I, Cassidy, made this entire HELL just for YOU. It was honestly quite fun to design it y'know. And then all the demons helped me make it for you. And since it's inspired by your pizzeria, you get credit too. But, do you want to know why I made it like this? To relive your traumatising memories of what you started of course. That's what this hell is going to be all about. To torment you and show you what you put so many innocent lives, including your own children's lives, into. It's so you can relive what you went through in your life that caused so many other people to suffer. So now I think it's time for your turn. So many people in your life struggled because of your doings so I wanted to show you how they were affected in a way that it affects you even worse. Oh yeah! I asked the others if they wanted to join me in this but they all said no because they wanted to rest which is totally fine. To be honest I thought maybe Susie or Charlie would join me in this since they were the first but perhaps not. I thought maybe your son or your daughter would join but they said they didn't want to see you either. Actually you know Elizabeth was too manipulated by you that I didn't let her join because she really needed some help on that. But you see, I did this because you let me bleed the longest out of all of them. When you murdered me you constantly stabbed me and let me die slowly. You watched and laughed and snickered at me while I screamed for help. Does that not make you guilty? OH! Wait, I forgot. You're William Afton! Who is a complete fucking heartless serial killer who has no remorse for anything he fucking does! Oh you see how much you hurt me british old man oh you know how fired up I am. Okay. I think I need to calm down a bit. Phew.... Alright."

Then she stopped for a few minutes and started to breathe in and out.

"William, I think it's time you endure what you really deserve. It's time that you finally get to see what all of us went through when you tormented us for your own good and get a taste of your own medicine."
She then leans back up and turns to face me as she crawls against the table, coming up closer to my face.

"Mr Afton, as the most vengeful spirit out of all that you murdered, I, Cassidy, have created a place specifically for you to punish you in the most traumatizing way possible for your malicious crimes against us which is worthy of such harsh eternal punishment. I am honoured to be your tormentor in which I have chosen to do such." 

"Again,"

"Welcome to hell."

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