Children of a Murderer

𝓢𝓘𝓧𝓣𝓔𝓔𝓝 - 𝓦𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓘𝓐𝓜

I needed to be more cautious. Clara knew, I know she does. She stayed crying in our bedroom for a week, if she finds out about the others I think it'll drive her mad. Especially because she refuses to turn me in, though I asked her to. Her answer is always the same, "I love you, Will. Turning you in is turning me in too."

I was standing in parts and services, looking at a lost little girl. "Can I help you?" I asked, not in the mood to be bothered.

The girl nodded. "I can't find my dad," she said.

"Who's your dad?" I asked.

"Henry Emily," she answered. "The staff said he'd be in here...and I can't seem to find him..." she trailed off a bit. 

Emily, eh?

Since she decided to be annoying, as she was, I knew I couldn't.

But I could.

But I can't.

But I can.

But then Henry will be in shambles.

He already is in shambles.

F*ck it.

"Now that you say it, I think he was looking for you too," I said. "You can wait in here, maybe give me tips on Puppet before he returns."

She nodded, stepping closer. "Shut the door, would you?" I asked, eager to kill. "I don't want anyone else seeing the Puppet."

She listened, closing the door and walking until she stood beside me. I opened the Puppet up, her gasping in surprise. The springlocks would be quick, and I'd enjoy it. I heard the sounds of children squealing on the outside of the door. "You can take a look if you'd like," I egged on. "What's your name?"

"Charlotte," she answered. "My friends call me Charlie though."

"Well Charlotte, get a good look at Puppet because it's the last thing you'll ever see."

Before Charlotte could respond, I pushed her into the opened animatronic, quickly securing the locks. She screamed, she didn't know that moving would be the last thing she ever did. The animatronic clamped shut, the springlocks were activated. I watched, laughing at her pain. It was satisfying, hearing her cry for help.

Suddenly she stiffened, meaning the springlocks would go off at any moment. I leaned down and whispered to her. "No one can hear your screams, Charlie."

And then the first one dug into her ribs, her letting out a blood curdling scream. The next one dug in right below it, following the last one on that side. The other side did the same thing, each one spewing blood and screams out. Next was the legs, stabbing into her fair skin. The blood sprayed, more than I thought it would. I cursed, knowing that someone would question it. 

Finally, it finished with her legs and I knew what was last. Her head. And by the sounds of her screaming, she was still alive.

Inside of the head, the springlocks were shaped like throwing stars, moving incredibly fast to make the eyes of the animatronic look more realistic. I bet Charlie just discovered that.

"PLEASE! GET ME OUT!" she screamed. "I DONT WANT TO DIE."

I laughed. "You lost that choice the moment you walked in," I cackled.

I stepped back just in time as blood spewed out of the head piece, landing right in front of my shoes. Charlie's screams died shortly after, allowing me to laugh to myself. She was dead. Her blood was on my shirt, in little dabbles, which was still enough to notice. I kicked the animatronic, watching her finger roll onto the ground. The last springlocks clamped into place, making a loud clamping noise.

"Now we know you're ready for the show," I smirked, picking up Charlie's finger.

It was cut off perfectly at the bone, making a little white show from where it was cut. The blood was already drying on the finger, and I threw it at the Puppet. "Next time, Charlie, don't aggravate the murderer."

I cleaned the scene up, wiping the entire animatronic down and removing any of Charlie's body pieces that had fallen out like her finger. I wrapped them up into a plastic bag and threw them into the trash can outside that was being emptied as I arrived. I covered the blood stains on my shirt with oil, if Clara asked, I would simply say I got carried away.

If anyone asked where I was, I would say I was in parts and services making the Puppet and hadn't seen a missing kid. As for Officer Lindsey, I believe Freddy got her last night. I needed a new security guard.

So after all of that action, I returned home and went straight to work on a flyer for people wanting to work nightshift. Clara didn't disturb me, as I had expected she was still avoiding me. I don't know what to do to make her trust me, but I'd figure that out later.

*****

The next morning I took the flyers to the pizzeria and hung them up. Then, I did my workday. Henry called me to which I picked up.

"Will, have you seen Charlotte?" he asked. "She didn't come home last night, someone said they thought they saw you with her.."

"I haven't seen Charlotte, as in your daughter, correct?" I asked, sounding believable. "Did something happen to her?"

"We don't know," he answered. "She hasn't been seen since yesterday at the pizzeria. I think I won't come into work today, I want to make sure my daughter is ok."

Annoying. I need someone to help me get the Puppet into her box. Haha, I now knew what the Puppet was. She was no longer an it. Now I can call her a girl. No regrets.

"I completely understand," I smiled. "Goodluck finding her."

I pressed the hang up button and returned to work.

But just then, I got another call. 

"Hello, is this William Afton?" the person asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"We found your wife, Clara, at the bottom of a cliffside. Her car was completely broken."

"And her?"

The other side went silent. "She's at **** hospital," they said. "I'm...I'm sorry for your loss."

somehow i just happen to hate william even more (ignore the fact that i wrote him)

sooo basically, this chapter idea came to me from my mind and the fact that charlie needed to die, I LUV U GIRLY, but she needed to die soon bc i plan on big things soon!! 

and i definitely didn't kill clara or anything..no...i would neverrr...

its like the opposite of sabrina carpenters song "espresso"

IM WORKING LATEEE CAUSE IM A KILLERRRR 

lol ill stop now

how do we feel about william's killing???

LUV U GUYSS THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT!!

-bee >:{) - he has a mustache