"Daddy, why won't you let me play with her?" I asked again. He ignored me and kept on with his work. "Daddy, you let other children go see her. Why won't you let me go?" He finally turned to me, and I prayed hard that he would give me the answer I wanted.
"I don't want you to go near her Elizabeth, for god's sake," he replied. My heart fell to the bottom of my chest.
"Daddy, just once let me go play with her. She's so pretty and shiny! Didn't you make her just for me?" I whispered, tugging his hand. He looked at me, then at my hand gripping his own, then at some paper on the table. For a moment his eyes softened, like he wanted to oblige. But they hardened again, and he whipped his hand away. "Never go near her Elizabeth," he repeated in an angrier tone.
The next day, daddy brought me along to his workplace. While he was busy, I spent my time watching her performing on the stage. Other kids mingled around her, and they were laughing joyfully as she handed them freshly made balloons. Jealousy flared. I hurried back to daddy and pleaded one more time. "Daddy...she can make balloons! Have you seen her make balloons?" I squealed.
Daddy glared. "Don't even try Elizabeth." I grimaced slightly. He wasn't gonna change his mind at all.
That's when it hit me when daddy turned around again. "Daddy isn't watching..." I muttered. Quickly, I scrambled off to her stage. Finally, I had a good look of her. Her orange pigtails, her happy red cheeks and her lovely smile flooded me with joy. "Don't tell daddy that I'm here," I said to her. Her blue eyes blinked at me and her head turned.
"I wanted to watch your show too! I don't know why he won't let me come see you...You're wonderful!" I cheered. Then I glanced at my surroundings. It wasn't dark, but not a single kid was in sight. I turned back to her. "Where did the other children go?"
She didn't reply, but reached into her stomach hatch and retrieved an ice cream cone. My jaw hit the floor. I never knew she could make ice cream. Eagerly I climbed onto her stage, struggling to look at her with her height. "Thank you Circus Baby," I smiled.
But as my hands grazed against the tip of the cone, a metal claw came wrapping around me and I was dragged into her stomach hatch.
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Afton Family
Horror"Lives They Fell To Pure Insanity... All Is Hell In The Afton Family..." They say the family is pure bluff, but trust us... it's definitely not a joke. In this FNAF novel, you dig deeper into the family's past...and their 'epic reunion' in the futur...
