Mrs.Afton's Tale Told [FNAF] [TEMPORARY HIATUS]

Ch1 - The End(?)

Claire was irritable. But she'd been irritable for more than 30 years at this point. Just more so because of where she was.

Inside another 'Freddy Fazbear's' location. The jumble of conversations and overwhelming smell of low-quality greasy pizza made her sick. The biggest thing that disgusted Claire, the animatronics. Not only that, but she was an animatronic.

Not on stage, but in a back room behind the stage.

She wasn't even in full control of this body, which angered her more. She was in a writhing pile of wires with a freddy head, sharing this vessel with 8 year olds.

A boy with bunny ears, bear ears, fox ears, and a girl with an artificial tuft of gold feathers on her head. The last one, dark haired and constantly angry. All these kids were killed by her former husband.

There was only one child who wasn't like them. Her son. Her crying child was there as well, but he never spoke. She remembers how she tried to reach out to her son, but Evan seemed so— out of it. But it made enough sense, he was missing a part of his brain. Mrs.Afton remembered her wide eyed, creative eight year old. Tragically he died on his ninth birthday.

Mrs.Afton couldn't tell if she was more sorry for the children, or herself.

Normally she let them be rowdy and move the wires around; it was easy to be antsy in this state. But today, she took control over their being, just looking around. There were other animatronics in the room with them— and she knew all of them.

The puppet inside a black freddy duplicate, Charlie. The second death in this story.

A scrappy, messily put together, circus baby. Her daughter. Outvoted as the leader by the angry spirits in this body for being William's golden child...

William... he was also here. In the form of a one armed, rotten bunny and she hated his existence.

If Claire were any angrier, she'd lash out at him. He was the one behind all of this; the man behind the slaughter.

Of course, she wouldn't want to show the spirits a bad example, they were still children.

Letting go of control in the mish-mash animatronic, she looked back to the spirits. They all were peacefully sleeping. Something ghosts did out of boredom since sleeping wasn't required.

Honestly... she might drift off too.

~time skip~

Mrs.Afton woke up to the sound of screaming. The spirits were screaming. Not the scream they used to scare the workers, but screams of terror.

She felt a burning sensation through the vessel that was molten freddy. They were burning. She took control of the animatronic and looked out to see flames engulfing the room.

She had always wanted to see light again, but not like this. She wanted to scream too, but was overwhelmed.

Over the speaker system, a message was being delivered to all in the building by a familiar voice. Henry Emily.

He was the reason they were in this position.

But now it made sense. It wasn't the plan to restore the brand... this was a trap. To burn the remnant of their sorrows.

She looked back at the spirits, now silent and fading. Claire felt as though she were also disappearing, and couldn't feel the burning anymore. She felt a wave of relief wash over herself.

Thankful, Mrs.Afton closed her green eyes and smiled. No longer would they be rooted to the cruel force of life. They were freed.

This could be... their happiest day.