My eyes hurt when they see the animatronics' red eyes against the purple light in the movie poster. Like, I know there's lore, but damn, coudn't William Afton choose another color other than purple?
-Mari.
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May 1983
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Chris died a week later in the hospital.
The doctors said he lived more than expected, since the wound was critical and had affected his front lobe, but for you it was too little for a kid that was only seven.
Almost everyday you would go in his room, sometimes alone and sometimes with Michael. When you were alone you would talk to him about your day, and how the little Springbonnie plush was. You always told him that he was happy, even if he won't see his friend Fredbear for a long time.
When you weren't alone, on the other hand, you would just stay silent and watch the older brother helplessly apologize, over and over again, always on the verge of crying. Sometimes he would go out of the room to calm down, and that's when you talked about him to the little brother's corpse.
"I know that you wouldn't accept his apology, and I'm not even asking to try and do some effort to do it, but at least wake up and punch him in the face. Like you will have your revenge, and everyone will have you back." That's what you said one time, on the verge of crying, but always keeping on a smile, in case he would wake up with a sad face in front of him.
It never happened.
The next few weeks everything was different. At school, at home, at work.
At school everyone was relieved that the group of bullies collapsed on itself. Half of it was in jail for murder, Michael became more quiet for obvious reasons, and Jamie continued on with his life as his best friend, so nothing much changed for him.
At the Afton's household of course everyone was grieving, but the father started to behave strangely, or at least that's what Michael told you. He wasn't talking that much, he spent all of his days in the basement working on robots. Sometimes he heard his parents talk about separation or divorce.
Work failed to exist after the incident, the diner was shut down forever, but the robots weren't dismantled for parts like you thought. Instead they were just thrown away in different closets at the other pizzeria.
Now that he didn't have anymore responsibilities as a co-founder, Henry continued to work sometimes as a mechanic at Freddy Fazbear's, and now he had more time to spend with Charlie.
The Circus Baby robot that William already finished building weeks ago finally got on the stage of her own pizzeria, and her party room will be open in just a few days.
One time, when his father wasn't home, you entered through the window of Michael's room. He was having another breakdown, so now that you can proudly be called "his girlfriend", you rushed to him for comfort.
It wasn't actually because of that, the breakdown was only a cover for your secret encounters revolving around checking faults in the animatronics his father built.
Both of you knew another bad thing was about to happen, but you weren't sure if it was because of him, or the robots he built.
He showed you the blueprints of that robot, because between the two of you, you were Henry's student and knew a lot more of mechanical stuff than Afton's son himself.
You found out about the most basic thing for a robot like her: dance, sing, a pump of helium on the top of her fingers and an ice cream maker, which left you a bit astonished and amazed. William Afton might not be the best person in the world, but he sure knew what he was doing with robots.
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