FNAF Novel Swap AU

Chapter 5

Charlie got into her car, she knew that Clay would listen to her about her theories. She turned the keys, and she was on the road. The ride to Clay's house isn't that long, since Hurricane is relatively small. When Charlie pulled up into Clay's driveway, she realized she didn't tell Jessica where she was going. She shrugged it off, Clay had a telephone, anyway. Charlie's combat boots clicked like heels under the concrete pavement of Clay's driveway. Her hair ran in the wind, flowing to the side as she walked up to the house. Charlie knocked on Clay's door, and it took a few moments for him to answer. Clay greeted her. "Hi, Clay... I need to talk." Clay stepped aside, gesturing her to come in. "You can just sit down on the couch." Clay told her. Charlie came inside, and again, her eyes couldn't help but wander to look at the alcohol bottles.

"I wanted to talk about John..." Charlie started, and Clay interrupted. "Listen, we all know you have a little crush on him, but why can't you go to Jessica about your boy drama?" Charlie blushed and looked down at her lap, embarrassed. "No, no! That's not it at all... I just wanted to hear your opinion on something." Charlie trembled over her words. When Charlie looked back up, Clay raised his eyebrows, signaling her to continue. "I don't think that "John" we've all been so excited to see again is our John." Clay looked confused for a second, asking why she thought so. "He acts nothing like himself, you know how he's usually timid? It seems like he's more confident than he used to be." Clay nodded, "It has been six months since you have seen him, Charlie. People can change."

"That's exactly what Jessica told me.. I'm not crazy for thinking that! I watched him die with my own eyes, you all saw it, too!" Charlie snapped. Clay leaned back into his seat, looking like the words were going to slap him in the face any second. "Charlie. I know we saw him get trapped in that suit, but who says that his aunt didn't help him out? You mentioned you saw his aunt there." He finished. "You forgot one thing," Charlie started. "Dave had survived the spring-locks before, but when I looked at John, he had no spring-locks scars on him whatsoever." She claimed. Clay raised an eyebrow, "Well, the only way to figure out is to talk to him." He said, and Charlie got up. "Thanks for the talk Clay. I'm going on a date with him tomorrow night, so I might be able to figure something out." Clay waved at Charlie, and she smiled in return, closing the door behind her. It was pitch black the time she got outside, and the wind had picked up. When she was walking to her car, she saw a clown on the other side of the street, which the skin was way too shiny to be human. The clown was standing right under the street light on the other side of the road, which made her say, "That clown restaurant is on the other side of town!" She yelled at it, and immediately got into her car, driving away as fast as she could.

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Clay went to his office, searching through his files. And then, he found it. "Freddy Fazbears" was the file name. He laid the file down on his desk, looking through the file, he came across a picture of Henry and his buisness partner. The face of the other man beside Henry was scribbled out in black pen, but he had a yellow suit on, and at the top of the head, rabbit ears were visible. William Afton. Suddenly, a loud bang came from outside the room, and Clay looked up. "Carlton?" He yelled his sons name, but yet, there was no reply. He yelled his name again, and like last time, there was no response. "Clay?" A voice suddenly said,and it sounded like John's. Was he right outside the door? A leg kicked down the door, which made Clay take a step back. He was absolutely defenseless in this tiny room. John stepped in. "Would I be wrong to say that your guess was wrong?" Half of his face was a shiny white metal, with rosy red cheeks and a red button nose. , and the face plates flowed freely, exposing wiring. The jaw-shape still looked like John's, however. The other side of his face was John. He smiled an ugly, evil smile. Before Clay knew it, John was towering over him. "You aren't, John, are you?" Clay asked, stuttering. "And who would I be to spill my secrets to you?" He paused. "Maybe it's better if I keep you quiet." He grinned. John's face turned back to normal, as he grabbed Clay's collar and threw him to the ground. His head dropped with a crack.. and Clay's vision went black.