𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 || 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

-Chapter two-

TW: mentions of death

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It had already been a few hours since your friends were slaughtered.

You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Tear streams had stained your cheeks. You were at the point you couldn't even cry anymore.

You thought back to how utterly confused your mother was when she found you hysterically crying with blood on your clothes. Springbonnie had already scattered by then. You had told her what you saw, but she was hesitant to believe you. That was until, a member of staff investigated the room; they immediately fainted.

No other customer or staff went into that room for the rest of the evening, and all the customers were asked to leave. The police were instantly called. But, your mom took you home before they arrived.

You snuggled up to your blanket, thinking back of the events that took place earlier. You were absolutely traumatised, the image of your friends corpses stuck in your head.

What kind of a monster would do such a thing? Especially to young, innocent children.

Your mind kept replaying, and replaying the events of that day. And the next thing you knew, you were crying again, your tear-stained cheeks covered up by more and more tears flowing out. You cried yourself eventually to sleep.

Earlier the next morning after a horrible birthday, the cops came knocking at your front door. They had investigated the Parts and Service room where your friends were killed, only to find it completely empty. Apart from the blood covering the walls and the floor. So they know that children were definitely murdered, the bodies just weren't anywhere to be found.

So that means someone had hidden the bodies just after the member of staff found them, and just before the police arrived. Who on earth could do that so quickly unnoticed?

You told the police about that man in the yellow rabbit suit, you called him Springbonnie to be more precise, but he was nowhere to be found on the crime scene either.

The morning the police had come to your door, after speaking with you they wished to speak to your mother alone. But of course, you didn't want to be left in the dark on your own best friend's murder; you were sat at the top of the stairs, listening to everything.

"...theres a number of suspects we have so far, the majority being employees of the restaurant" an officer said. "But, after some questioning, we've shortened the suspects to two"

Your mother sat up, intrigued. "And?"

"William Afton and Henry Emily. The owners of the restaurant" the officer told her. "We need to do some more digging on the two to be sure"

"Wait...that Afton guy" your mother mumbled. "His son was in that accident a few years back..right?"

An officer cleared his throat. "Yes"

William Afton and Henry Emily, you repeated in your head, internally keeping a note.

Months passed. Months of sleepless nights, months of feeling totally unhappy and numb, months of therapy sessions.

Months passed. The child murderer was never found.

But the bodies were.

Eventually.

The customers in the pizzeria were complaining about the pungent smell coming from the animatronic suits. Investigators claimed that the corpses of the children had been stuffed into the animatronics suits of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and another bear who was an exact replica of Freddy, but golden.
But you knew it was that psychotic man who did it, to cover his tracks. It was smart, but not smart enough. You hoped that justice will be served.