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

Ch.4 - On this Day

The next time jump was way further.

Claire's other children had been born already in the next memory. Micheal was a teenager, around 15 ( just making up ages), Elizabeth was born. A beautiful and youthful girl with ginger hair and green eyes. Claire's only problem with her was her disobedience— then her youngest son, close to Lizzy's age.

Suddenly, Claire guiltily realized she couldn't remember his name. He died so early in their story— even then, they never really used his real name.

When he was a baby, he cried a lot more than others. Micheal called him a crying child then started slipping in the nickname 'C.C'. It was eventually used by all of them, all regarding the cruel meaning that ironically intertwined with his own death. She wondered if even C.C. himself knew his real name.

They were just lazing around that day. Not an important day (But really it was; if it wasn't important it wouldn't be mentioned).

Saturday morning, the kids were all on the couch. Lizzy was laying with her legs over the arm of the couch; admiring her circus baby doll and the boys bickering over what to watch— Michael wanted to watch a soap opera and C.C. wanted to watch the new cartoon Will released: Fredbear and Friends.

At first, Claire thought they would sort it out themselves, but it just got worse; Mike pulled his foxy mask over his face and was threatening his younger brother.

"M-Mikey! That's scar-y!" He cried between sobs, gripping the remote and shielding his face.

"You really are a crying child! Hand over the remote!" The surly teen commanded as he tried to pry the remote from C.C.'s grasp, "My mask and Vlad aren't even scary! Little bitc-"

Elizabeth gasped "Mommy!!! Mikey is cursing!"

"Shut up stupid brat!"

Claire was really fed up, "Michael Schmidt Afton! Stop being a bully to your siblings. You've lost your TV privilege until next week."

"The Fuck?! Mom-!"

The door opened, "Language. No 'buts' Michael." A man said.

"Daddy!" Elizabeth rolled off the couch and ran to him for a hug.

" 'Morning Elizabeth. I'm sorry darling, but I have to get to work. Henry is so stupid; he can't even fix his own animatronics-"

"Circus Baby?" The girl asked hopefully. Claire sighed at her daughter's irritating persistence.

"No. The fat chicken."

Elizabeth pouted and left back to the couch to grab her doll.

Claire looked at William. His purple blazer was all wrinkly and the bags under his blue eyes were thick and dark. "You're stressing too much Will," she walked over to straighten out his coat, "Please, calm yourself—and don't drink after work today."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fine. But don't blame me if I like- punch a kid or something."

Michael smirked, "-Or maybe kill a kid," The eldest added sassily, "and their dog."

"Michael, enough!" Claire snapped. She looked at William whose expression was jokingly considering Mike's suggestion "Will!"

He snapped out of his head and laughed, "Kidding! Love ya." The man gave his wife a loving kiss on her cheek and promptly left, jumping into his purple car matched to his purple jacket.

But slowly, G.Claire noticed...

on this day, a child would go missing...

on this day, an animatronic would be possessed...

on this day, life truly went downhill.