(Working On) Five Nights at Freddy's: The Man In Purple

...Entry...

The nightmare is finally over. Sighing to myself, I drew in the period. It had been the very last period I have been expecting. I didn't want to write anymore, as my hand had been sore and I had finally ended it all. That's everyone's true ending, and that's how it should stay.

My name is Michael Afton. Yes, I know, I know... Afton is a very-- well known name, speaking in terms of bad reputation. But we're past that point. I am not the Afton everyone speaks about. Not even close-- the very opposite, I would say.

Afton was my father's alias. His full name was William. You can assume that I'm surely not allowed anywhere, but these days I pass myself off as 'Mike Schmidt'. Schmidt is my mother's last name, and well-- I'm used to the name Mike as well as Michael or Idiot or whatever.

Let's get this straight. My father lives three lives; that being a co-owner of the infamous company: Fazbear Entertainment Inc., the CEO of Afton Robotics LLC., and a convicted child murderer. That doesn't feel right to say, but unfortunately, it's true.

When I was younger, I was always so jealous of my siblings. Oh and can you imagine? They're dead because of my father. Actually, my brother is dead because of me. But still.

I envied my siblings, especially my brother. My little brother always cried and cried. I used to always scare him with my masks and everything I could because I thought it was funny.

My little sister was something else, however. She never got the attention she'd kill for. Heh, quite literally, actually. But we'll get to that later. Despite my father always pushing her away, she still kept on trying.

If I hadn't thought about it, I was technically their second father. I gave more attention to [REDACTED] and Elizabeth than my father ever did. Most of it was bickering, teasing, and bullying. There were some moments where we got along...some just rarely ever. I kind of wish I had been there for them when my father never was.

Instead, I was just an asshole and took my fury out on them. I was deprived of father's attention. I knew I would never get it unless knowing my father, somehow impressing him. I believe I had bullied [REDACTED] for that very reason. Stupid of me.

Elizabeth was very sassy, kind of open about everything. She was always angry and sadistic. [REDACTED] was smart and sensitive, always crying and helpless. He was very little. My mother was beautiful and kind-hearted.

I don't know what happened to her, though. She just kind of disappeared after my siblings died, without saying goodbye. My father refused to speak about her whenever I asked.

My father was a strict man. He was cruel, manipulative, ambitious, and sneaky. Wanna know a phrase I find pretty catchy? Strict parents create sneaky kids. Yeah, but that's not true in my family.

I was so desperate for his attention. I refused after that one day, that one day where I used my hands to shove my brother in the jaws of that mechanical bear. What was I thinking?

(To be continued into CHAPTER 1)