The Fall of the Aftons

142: William Afton

William ran into Evan's hospital room, practically dragging Elizabeth behind him. He rushed to Evan's side, opening his mouth to talk when he saw the machines that were monitoring Evan's vitals were turned off.

He was too late.

Evan was dead.

Michael, of course, was on the floor beside Evan's hospital bed, sobbing. William rolled his eyes at the sight—he was the one who'd send Evan to the hospital, in the first place. Why was he crying? He should've known that this would happen. It was his decision; there was no way that he could feel guilty for what he'd done.

"Mikey, don't cry!" Elizabeth exclaimed, going over to him to hug him. Though Michael held up his hand, silently telling her not to hug him.

"Come on already, Michael, let's just go home already," William said irritably, grabbing Michael's hand. He pulled his son off of the floor and onto his feet, taking Evan's Fredbear plush from him in the process. "You don't need this. It's not yours."

"No, Father, give it back!" Michael exclaimed, trying to take the plush back. But William was too fast, pulling it out of his reach. "It is mine!"

"No, it's not, Michael. Enough with your shenanigans," he said, glaring at his sobbing son.

"Yes, it is! Look at its foot—the left one," Michael said, frowning.

William rolled his eyes, scoffing in annoyance. But he listened, turning the plush upside down to inspect its foot. Surprisingly, in faded orange yarn, "MTS" was embroidered on the foot.

Michael's initials before his adoption.

"What? Why are your initials on your brother's toy?" he asked, looking at his son with narrowed eyes.

Michael sniffled softly, rubbing his eyes. "I... I never collected enough tickets in time to give a plush to him on his birthday. So I... I gave him mine," he explained quietly, looking away. "Evan never knew. I never told him. And you clearly didn't know, even though I told you my plan." He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "What did you think happened to mine? That I lost it and never bothered to look for it? You knew how attached I was to my Fredbear plush when I was younger."

William rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You still don't deserve it. You're the one who killed him. You don't deserve one of the things Evan held dear after you murdered him."

Michael just hiccupped and quickly left the room, grabbing his backpack from the chair next to the door as he went.

"Where is Bubba going?" Elizabeth asked, looking at William with big, sad eyes.

William sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't bloody know, nor do I care. Let's just go home," he said, holding his hand out for her to take. When she hesitated, he just grabbed her hand and pulled her along, leaving Evan's hospital room with her.