(Author's note: At this point in the story, I should mention: if a character says he/she loves another character, it's not necessarily romantic love. It's more likely friendly/familial love. Apart from established couples like William and Mrs Afton, ships between different characters in this story are highly unlikely.)
The moments following my entrance into the house passed in awkward silence. Uncle Henry made no remarks on the blueprints I was carrying, or my mask, unlike what I was expected. We just sat on his couch, staring at each other.
"So..." he said, breaking the silence. "Would you like some water or something?"
"No thank you. I'm good."
"Something a little stronger, maybe? You're old enough now, aren't you?"
The suggestion caught me off guard. I had to remind myself that Uncle Henry had changed since Charlie died. He started drinking like crazy, and moped about all day. A far cry from the happy, cheery Henry I knew who never touched a cigarette in his life, much less offered alcohol to anybody.
"No... I don't drink, sorry." I said.
"Alright then, goody-two-shoes, what did you come here for? I don't think it was to sit around and deny my awful attempts at hospitality." he said, leaning onto the backrest.
"Right... I... um..." God, I really should've thought this through. How was I supposed to bring up all the stuff I learned? Should I just jump right in or ease him into it?
Uncle Henry seemed to notice how tensed I was. His expression softened a bit; he wasn't quite like his old self, but pretty close.
"It's alright. Take your time." he said, reaching his hand out presumably to ruffle my hair. I flinched back. He frowned a bit, but pulled his hand away. I really don't like people touching me anymore.
"Well, you... you know about the Missing Children's Incident, right? 1985?"
He snorted, and chuckled a bit. "I got framed and arrested for it. What do you think?"
"Of- of course," I said, slightly embarrassed. "Well, you know who actually did it, right?"
"Yep, my jerk-face of a best friend, the great, almighty, William Afton."
The sheer rage masked under his sarcasm unnerved me. Uncle Henry used to have nothing but love and respect for Father. They used to be so close! But now... now I think Uncle Henry would be more than happy to skin Father alive if he found him.
"Yes... well, I found out why he did it... and I thought you should know."
"Oh, so there's a reason apart from him being a sadistic, cold-hearted psychopath?"
It felt like something ripped inside me when he said that. The fact that I had to accept that my father, the man who raised me, was a horrid, terrible, awful individual who deserved every insult anyone ever threw at him was hard to accept. In fact, I still idolized him in my mind. I seemed to forget every bad thing he'd ever done, because no matter how hard I tried, the only William Afton I knew was the respectable businessman who loved all children; the one whose shoes I would be in some day.
I suppose I was silent for a little too long after that comment, because Henry got a whiff of my thoughts.
"Hey... sorry about that bud. I forgot he's your dad and all... I didn't mean to--"
"It's fine. Never mind. Um... so..."
I spread a blueprint out on the table.
He squinted at it for a moment.
"Isn't that-- that's the S.C.U.P. right? The thingamajig we used to rip the endos out of the animatronics? It was at C.B.'s Ent. and Rent., right?"
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Another Five Nights
FanfictionFollows Michael Afton as he tries to survive a work week's time with killer animatronics that haunted his childhood. Or is that all there is to his blasted afterlife? Please note: This is an AU of the Five Nights at Freddy's lore made by Scott Cawth...
