Robots, Rabbits, and Repressed Emotions

Insulting Michael in Another World

"Shit on a chip!"

William woke up startled and in a cold sweat. He grabbed the jerky that was covered in leaves and reached for his knife that was besides him. He dashed as fast as he could with his adrenaline at full throttle. His eyes dilated with stress and anxiety. He halted on an open plain. His eyes scanned the surroundings and locked onto a lake. He scurried towards it and looked down upon his reflection.

"Phew! I look normal. I had a horrible dream about looking like a certain someone that makes me want to puke." William fake coughed and almost shouted the words, "MICHAEL. Seriously, those people back in the day must have been blind to think we look alike. He's literally the definition of ugly!"

He looked at his reflection again, noticing something else.

"Oh yeah, I'm not Springtrap anymore; I almost forgot." William said, referring to the old rabbit costume that was basically fused with his rotting body before he was hit by the truck.

William thought about being Springtrap for a moment and then thought about how much better he looked even then compared to his oldest child. He still had no idea how they were related; Michael was too ugly and stupid to be his son.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and doubled over.

"Damn, it must be because of that chicken jerky! See, this is why I prefer frogs. They don't make me feel the collywobbles!" He complained.

William plopped down on the ground to take a break and feel better.

"Huh?"

"William looked down and saw a light coming from his bum. A thought crossed his mind that perhaps he had sat on one of Elizabeth's toys before he remembered that she had died ages ago.

"Silly me, how did I forget my daughter's dead?" William laughed.

His stomach feeling better, William stood up to take a look at whatever was glowing. On the ground beneath where he was sitting, there was a very strange rock. It was star-shaped, had a soft magenta light coming off of it, and William could make out an engraving of a cartoon heart in the centre.

"That's peculiar," he thought. "I wonder if this is worth any money." He reached out to touch the stone, but the second his hand made contact with it, the rock shattered into tiny pieces.

"That was weird, but it probably won't come up later!" William said incorrectly.

William decided to try and head back in the direction he came from and noticed some light puffs of smoke rising into the air. "Smoke? Well, guess I have nothing better to do than see what it is." Thus, William set off and headed towards what could be a forest fire or civilization.

He finally arrived at a secluded-looking village. The place didn't look advanced since all the houses were made of straw and sticks. The village was closed off with a wooden gate, the kind you would use to stop sheep from running out of their pen. William cautiously entered through the gates—since there were signs of other beings—and entered the mysterious place. Once he arrived at the centre of the village, he heard a horde of footsteps. One seemed to be leading them. "An ambush?!"

William lurched his arm with a knife once he calculated the position of that single being. While his arm was making that quick movement, he peered out at the corner of his eye to see who's neck he was about to slit. "Fuck! There are more of them than I thought." His knife was four centimetres away from the person's neck, but William quickly retracted his arm and hid his knife at an angle where the group of people wouldn't be able to see it.

The group of people were humans—ordinary villagers with no malice or killing intent. William wasn't THAT stupid, so he knew that making an enemy of them that quickly wouldn't be a wise choice considering he was in an unfamiliar place and they were large in numbers—not that that would be a problem for someone as omnipotent as him. He quickly put on a face of coolness and smiled with a look of surprise at the villagers. The villager who had almost just gotten their throat slit started talking.

"Hoho, sorry for surprising you! We were just amazed to see the hero from the legend! You see, in our village, a legend is passed down from generation-to-generation about how some otherworldly person will enter and save us all. You just happen to be that special someone *cough* this doesn't just happen every couple of years *cough* we definitely don't have a million others *cough*!!"

"OK," said William, looking bored.

The villagers looked slightly taken aback by that response but continued nonetheless. "Well, you see, this is a very big deal; we can already tell you are going to be the best hero this village has ever seen! Just one question though, what is up with your hair?"

"My... hair?" William said, looking incredibly confused.

"Yes, your hair. Everyone else had, I mean, you were supposed to have a kind of neat, vibrantly colored—usually blue though—short hairstyle with a loose strand in the middle. Do you know anything about why yours is different?"

William shrugged; this place was getting weirder by the minute.

An awkward silence hung over the villagers; they had all expected a bigger reaction to all of this information. Then, the main villager looked at the villagers behind him, and they nodded to each other like some sort of signal.

"Anyways, the hero from the legend usually achieves great feats like saving the world, feeding people, and saving the world again! So, our village has a little bit of a problem. The main hunting guy in our village started getting dementia; his children died; his wife left him; and now he just hangs out at the bar and drinks to his misery. You feel sorry for him, right? Well, just direct all that pity to us and help us out by teaching all the young'uns how to hunt (and also get us a year's supply of meat)! Sounds like a good idea, right?!"

It was quite clear that these village people were so deludedly optimistic as to think that some random stranger—especially WILLIAM AFTON—would be a pushover and help out a village that basically amounted to nothing. During that talk, William had already come up with five different escape routes to get out of the icky situation. However, there was something that did interest him and even tempted him to stay—the teaching children part. Imagine a village with their main hunting guy turned into a useless bloke and dozens of naive children completely defenceless. MURDER was practically being screamed in his mind.

William smiled and innocently replied, "Sure, I'll take care of them!"