The man in the bunny suit hit a child in the back of the head with a lead pipe.
He pulled off the head of the Spring Bonnie costume he'd taken with him when he first left and turned to the 17 year old girl standing next to him, who looked as though she was about to vomit.
"There we go! That should make your first kill much easier. I figured you would hesitate and there's far more room for error when the victim is unconscious," William said with a satisfied grin as he turned towards the girl.
The two of them had gone all the way out to Hurricane, to an old, closed down location called 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria'. Every night there were kids who came to explore the pizzeria.
The reason it closed was due to the fact that the previous owner, Henry Emily, could no longer manage two locations and preferred to keep Fredbear's Family Diner open instead, even if it was less profitable. The reason the pizzeria was often occupied by kids, however, was due to rumors it was haunted by the vengeful spirit of William Afton, Henry's business partner who disappeared two years ago.
They weren't entirely wrong, William could easily be said to haunt the place when he was feeling particularly bitter about being cast out of the company by his previous friend, but he wasn't dead. He simply killed the children he saw and stuffed them into the animatronics.
Tonight, he decided to bring his adopted daughter Vanessa to help. Teach her the family business, in the event that he could never get those he considered his real children back on his side. For now, he figures Vanessa would do.
"Come on now, we don't have all day," he said impatiently as he double checked she has brought the knife he'd given her. "Wouldn't want to be caught, would we?"
Nessa shook her head slowly and examined the knife in her hand. "I don't think this is right."
"Interesting opinion. Note that I did not ask for it. Are you going to kill it or not?" William asked with a sigh as he nodded his head towards the unconscious child.
"That's a child. Not an 'it'," Nessa said, though her voice sounded more distant, as though she was disassociating.
"I would highly suggest not arguing with me anymore." William regained a wide grin, not that it was real.
"I'm not... I don't want to be a murderer. I can't be a murderer."
"Disagree!" William said as he pulled out a small remote that Nessa had come to recognize. "This is your last chance, Vanessa."
"W-wait, why do you even want me to do this in the first place?"
"Too many questions!" William replied, almost with a tinge of glee in his voice as he pressed a button.
Nessa instinctually winced and placed her left hand on her right arm. She would have thought she would've gotten used to the controlled shocks from the chip William injected into her arm nearly a year ago. They didn't hurt as much as they used to, but she wasn't as numb as she wished she was either.
"Are you ready to stop being a fool now?"
Nessa didn't say a word as the knife in her hand took the life of the child in front of her. How old were they? 12? 13? She didn't know. She didn't want to know as William showed her how to put the body in an animatronic suit. She forced herself to disassociate. She used to wonder if she had any empathy, now she cursed what empathy she had as a weakness, a danger.
William hummed as he finished his gruesome work. "I'd say well done, but quite frankly I'm disappointed in your performance," he began as he stood. "Nonetheless, I can't say I expected too much from your first time. In fact, I have a gift for you." He opened up the duffel bag he'd brought with him, the one the knife and lead pile had been in. He pulled out a gray rabbit mask with red eyes and brown patches. "Congratulations, Vanny."
Nessa took the mask carefully and studied it with a blank expression.
"You wouldn't want to get caught if you're ever in a place with security cameras, now would you?"
Nessa opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by a shrill beeping that got louder and louder—
Nessa woke up a slammed off her alarm clock. She was tired. Tired of reliving the same memory every night. Tired of having each detail imprinted on her brain. Tired of the way she had forced herself to disassociate every time she thought of it until she no had to put in a conscious effort. Tired of all the guilt and seeing all the faces of all those she killed. Just plain tired from never having a good nights sleep.
Couldn't even bear to be called Vanessa and told everyone her name was simply Nessa because her real name reminded her of the Vanny moniker. Hmph. Pathetic.
It occurred to her that she shouldn't waste time wallowing in pity, her work for the new company started today and being late would make a horrible first impression.
Nessa glanced at the new uniform she had gotten a few days ago. Of all the colors in the world, of course it was purple. Just another thing that was permanently ruined for her. Childhood dreams of owning a bunny and dying her hair purple be damned.
Speaking of childhood, she thought about the Afton kids. The real Afton kids. Sure, by law she technically, and unfortunately, had the last name of Afton, but that didn't mean she was an Afton. Could they be counted as her siblings? Should she try to talk to them again?
Nessa scoffed. Not likely. She'd made a terrible impression by turning them over to their father and then sort of losing it and stabbing their father. Besides, it'd been two years and it would just be awkward at this point.
"Focus. New job, it could be fun," she muttered to herself as she took a deep breath.
