Glitched Memories [FNAF AU | Story 1]

~+[ Chapter 18 | Rainy night ]+~

Elizabeth woke up since had fallen asleep as she looked at the couch and saw that Sam was gone as she panicked before then looking to the kitchen and seeing Sam just making a thing of cinnamon toast, as the man had out a small container of butter and a thing of cinnamon spice, plus a small thing of bread as the girl rubbed her tired eyes and looked at Sam.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "Oh, just making a thing of cinnamon toast, want some?" he asked the girl. "No thanks, I'm good" said she. "Hm, suit yerself then-" said Sam as he looked at Elizabeth and then back at the toaster as he put two slices of bread into the toaster and set it for 3 minutes. "So is this Michael's place or yours or what?" said Sam as Elizabeth replied.

"It's actually my dad's place, me and Mike are just staying here all because he tried to kill Michael and then I may or may not have knocked him out too hard resulting in him in maybe being unconscious for too long so we're kind of taking care of him or at least making sure that when he wakes up he doesn't try and kill more people all because someone injected him with an impure version of this thing called 'remnant' so yea" said she.

"If I'm bein' fully honest here Liz...Remnant sounds like some kind of drug like Meth or Heroin-..Wait a second...I just realized, YER DAD LOOKS LIKE A DRUG ADDICT!" said he as Elizabeth punched his arm. "Don't say that you jerk" she giggled. "What? I'm just bein' honest" said he. "Well as much as that's true bout him th-" "That he looks like a drug addict?" said Sam as he interrupted Elizabeth who just punched Sam in the arm again. "IF I could finish you southern sounding bitch...for as much as that's true about him...I honestly think for what you're saying about him is mean" said she.

"Aww but I like bitch talking about your dad" said Sam jokingly as Elizabeth just shook her head and walked away. "Also, could you..make a thing of pancakes?" she asked. "why sure!" Sam replied as he smiled a small bit. "Ok, well..thanks then" said Elizabeth as she just walked away to William's room where she saw the man just laying on his bed, still unconscious as she walked into the room then looked around only to see a box of cassette tapes nearby as she looked at some of them then at a dark purple cassette tape that didn't have a name or any writing on it.

"Huh..weird-" said the girl quietly as she put the tape down then noticed some partly burned letters which were from henry though the writing and letters themselves looked old as Elizabeth picked up one of them but didn't give it much thought as she placed the note down as she just kept looking through the box out of curiosity. She then found something that caught her attention as it was an old photo, but it was extremely crossed out with what looked like in black marker as she just frowned a small bit as she saw it. 

The girl then looked at the bottom as it just read 'Glad to have ya on the team Clara!'. Elizabeth then looked at the back and saw her mother's name 'Clara Schmidt' on the back plus a date that read; '4/12/1974' than a phone number then below read; 'Boss, Mr. B.A. - Winter Paper Co.'. "Hm, this must be that one job mom got as a story writer for that one company.." Said Elizabeth as she continued. "But what does B.A. stand for.."

"Sup! Just wanted to say that your pancakes are done!" said Sam as Elizabeth jumped a small bit as she looked at Sam and glared at him a small bit. "Oh, sorry Liz, did I interrupt ya?" said he as Elizabeth shook her head no. "Then what were you lookin' at?" Sam asked.

"Oh just wondering what these Initials stand for" said she as Elizabeth showed Sam the photo. Sam grabbed the photo as he looked at it as his eyes widened a small bit. "Hey question, Was yer grandpa a writer by any chance and went by the name Benjimin?" Sam asked. "Yea why?" Elizabeth replied as she was confused. "Well best I can say is the Initials stand for; 'Benjimin Afton' from what I'm gonna guess" said Sam.

"You sure? Also, how did you guess that?" Elizabeth asked. "Oh, I looked up the company a while back since I wanted to become a writer" said he as Elizabeth sighed a small bit. "By the way, but is Mike back yet?" She asked as Sam shook his head. "Sorry, He hasn't come back, sadly enough" said he. "Oh" she replied as the girl got up and followed Sam to the kitchen.

"So what were you actually doin' in there?" Sam asked. "Nothing really, I just got bored is all, and wanted to look through my dad's stuff" said she. "Ah, ok" said Sam as he entered the kitchen and grabbed Elizabeth's plate which had a small stack of pancakes. "Thanks" said she.

"Mhm, no problem" Sam replied. Elizabeth walked away with her plate into the small dining room where she just sat at the table and ate the pancakes, meanwhile Sam just ate the cinnamon toast they made just getting a bunch of cinnamon toast spice onto their face and shirt as Elizabeth just shook her head at Sam as she just got lost in her thoughts.

-Meanwhile...-

Michael just yawned a small bit as he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes as he heard the door to his office creak open as Michael groaned a small bit, mostly annoyed as he opened one of his eyes and saw that no one was there. "The hell?.." said he as Michael then got grabbed from behind the neck by something as he then got slammed into a wall. "Hello Mr. Altstar.." said a voice from behind the man. "Who the hell are you" Michael asked.

"Nathan Harex! Lovely to meet you again...Michael.." said the man as something sharp then had touched or at least poked Michael's neck, like a needle of some sort. "How do you know who I am-" Michael asked. "Simple...You're that kid who killed his younger brother" said Nathan as he continued.

"Now...how about you let me do my damn job and let me ever so slowly bring your dad BACK to how he was before...an Insane heartless murderer" said Nathan. "So, you're the one who made my dad commit murder in the first place!" Michael yelled.

"OH nonono...Your father Mr. Afton becoming a deranged psychopathic drunk murderer was HIS own doing...and also yours, since well...killing your brother then next watching your sister die was you're doing..." said Nathan. "NO, IT ISN'T!" Michael yelled. "OH, but it is..." said he, then something like a needle could be felt being stabbed into Michael's neck as his vision slowly got blurry and his legs slowly started to feel weak as he collapsed to the ground and before he blacked out, he would hear the words,

"It's all your fault Mikey...ALL your damn
F A U L T..."