| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter Twenty One

+ <--- Another Reason To Hate Him---> +

Michael's POV.

"Liz, you were the last person who saw him.. Where is he?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. My father had disappeared once again, and I was growing frustrated with his constant vanishing acts. When I asked my sister Elizabeth if she knew where he was, she informed me that he had gone on a date with Y/N. I was surprised, as my father had never mentioned Y/N and him to be together. I couldn't help but feel curious about Y/N and what my father's deal was.

I sighed. I guess i could take this moment to check out his office. We were never really allowed in there, and if dad caught us trying to sneak in.. Well, if he caught me sneaking in—He'd make me learn. But, since he's not home.. It's the perfect time.
"Okay.. Lizzy, just put on something on the TV." I ushered her over to the couch, which she didn't react to. "Can i watch Barbie?" She asked as she sat down on the couch. "Yeah, whatever.." i mumbled. I walked over to the door, suddenly hearing the TV go off. "Liz! Turn down the volume! Evan's trying to sleep!"

As I held the door handle and pushed it down, I couldn't help but feel nervous that my father might have implemented some sort of security system on the door. I silently prayed that I wouldn't get caught.

With a determined push, I swung the door open, only to be met by an impenetrable wall of darkness. My heart raced as I cautiously took the first step, my foot sinking into the unknown. As I descended the stairs, the darkness seemed to swallow me whole, and a sense of fear began to creep in. Who knew what lay ahead in these shadowy depths? My mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. It was hard not to feel scared, for even the bravest of souls would tremble in the face of such uncertainty.

As I reached the final step, my hand fumbled around in the darkness, searching for any sign of a flashlight or a light switch. After what felt like an eternity, my hand finally grasped something solid, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But as I attempted to turn on the flashlight, it became clear that it was broken, and my heart sank. How could my father have left a broken flashlight lying around? My mind was flooded with thoughts, and I couldn't help but wonder if someone else had been here before me, and if they'd dropped the flashlight in.. Fear, perhaps?

With a few firm whacks, the flashlight finally flickered to life, casting a dim and unsteady light in the darkness. I knew it wouldn't last long, so I quickly scanned the area, desperate to find a light switch. And there it was, just within reach. With a flick of my wrist, the room was bathed in an awkward orange glow, the light barely illuminating the space around me. It was far from perfect, but it was better than nothing. The flickering light was a nuisance, causing my eyes to ache, but I knew I had to figure out what the hell was going on, And so, i begun my search.

As I scanned my father's desk, my eyes fell upon a set of blueprints for what appeared to be toy animatronics. They were surprisingly cute, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the thought of them coming to life. But as I continued to search, my gaze landed on a file, and my curiosity was piqued.

"CIRCUS BABY'S PIZZA PLACE"

With a gentle touch, I opened the file, my eyes scanning over the incomplete blueprints within. Something about them made my skin crawl, and as I studied them further, I realized that one of the faces looked eerily familiar. It was Elizabeth's face, or at least, a version of it. My heart raced as I realized the implications of this discovery. Lizzy couldn't know about this, for fear of what she might do with the information. The secrets of the file were best left buried, hidden away like a dark and twisted carnival ride.