You're one of them?! fnaf reader fanfiction

epilogue!!

The sequel may take a while. I will wait a while before making the sequel, updating you on the votes every now and then. Enjoy the remainder of part 1 of my interpretation of fnaf lore.

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Mike POV:

I watched as Y/N peacefully played with the children. She was so different, yet they'd all get along equally. After everything that had happened, they seemed to forget it all. She always saw light on the darkness, even if her first solution to a problem wasn't always best.

That reminded me, I still hadn't confronted her about her plans for my father. I still didn't know what she'd considered. Preferably I'd not want to harm him. He's all I have left. I know he hasn't forgiven me for what I did... to Evan... But he's family.

I continued to worry and wonder what the future will present to us, when I heard hollow footsteps on the tiles of the kitchen floor. I turned to see the spirit with a golden necklace around her neck.

"Hey Cassidy," I approached as she looked up with cold, tear stained eyes, "Are you okay? Hate to be offensive but those marks don't help me figure out when you're actually upset."

"No offence taken, my cry is burnt onto my face from long ago. You are not okay. I can feel it. I know what you were thinking. As if you said it out loud. Don't worry. Aren't we family now too?"

"Fair enough. I forgot you read minds."

"Sometimes. I can do many things, perhaps because I'm the one he should not have killed. Anyway, can I do some more drawing?"

I looked into pleading eyes. So many childish sketches now covered my hallways. But something in me couldn't say no. I stood up to get her some paper when my phone vibrated.

A message appeared. It said it was urgent and from an unknown number. I opened it up on messenger and scanned over the words.

Mike.

I'm sorry for everything I have done. I was blinded by both our wrongs and only continued to get worse. I realise now what a terrible father I have been, to all of you. Now I'm desperate for help.

Your sister, I have evidence to believe she is alive. But something has happened to me and I cannot find her. I believe she has been right under our noses.

Remember my basement? Where I'd worked for so long? You have the keys, the backdoor is always open. Go there, find the animatronics, I believe you now have some expertise in this situation.

She is down there somewhere. Whether she is in her own body or not, find and save her. But please hurry.

- your father, William.

I stood bewildered. Something must have gone terribly wrong for him not to do this himself. My heart was pounding, Cassidy beside me had never been more concerned.

Elizabeth... alive? She couldn't have survived. Unless she had Y/N's mindset of survival... and revenge. And I suppose I can't say what she can and can't do if I don't know what happened to her.

I couldn't make up my mind. What am I meant to do? And why must I be so quick about it?

As if timed, a letter slipped through the letterbox. I opened it to see a slip of paper with a response to all his questions.

-- I fear it is almost too late for her. --