Survive the Night. A FNAF 1 fanfiction. Book 1

CHAPTER 4: Twists of Fate

The morning sun shone brightly over the bustling amusement park, casting warm, golden hues on everything it touched. William, Michael, Evan, and Elizabeth walked through the entrance, the kids excitement palpable. The air was filled with the delightful scents of cotton candy, popcorn, and hot dogs. Laughter and cheerful screams from the rides echoed all around them, creating a symphony of joy. "Let's start with the roller coaster!" Elizabeth shouted, her pigtails bouncing as her eyes filled with excitement. Evan nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I want to sit in the front!" William's face remained impassive as he nodded. "Alright, let's head over there first." They made their way to the roller coaster, standing in line with anticipation. When their turn came, Michael took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The ride was thrilling; the twists and turns caused them to scream with joy. Afterward, they wandered through the park, trying out various attractions—the Ferris wheel, bumper cars, and even the haunted house. By midday, they stopped for lunch at one of the park's food stalls. William and Michael sat at a picnic table, watching Evan and Elizabeth chase each other around the playground.

"Are you having fun?" William asked, his tone flat as he sipped his soda. Michael nodded, though he felt a bit tired. "Yeah, it's been great. But I have to admit, I'm exhausted." William's expression grew colder, his gaze sharp. "You still have your shift tonight, right?" Michael groaned, leaning back. "Yeah, I do. I wish I could just skip it, though." William's eyes narrowed, his tone like ice. "You know how important it is. We can't afford to make any mistakes. You must be there." Michael sighed, feeling the weight of his father's expectations pressing down on him. "I know, Dad. I'll go." As they finished their lunch, they decided to take a stroll around the park. The day was getting hotter, and the crowds were growing thicker. They passed by a group of performers juggling and doing acrobatics, momentarily distracting Evan and Elizabeth. "Can we watch, Dad? Please?" Evan begged, his eyes wide with excitement. William glanced at his watch and nodded. "Alright, but just for a few minutes." They paused to watch the impressive acrobatics, momentarily distracted from their thoughts. However, William's gaze soon fixed on a familiar face in the crowd—Henry, with his family. William's heart sank, and he tried to avoid eye contact, hoping Henry wouldn't notice them.

But it was too late. Henry's face lit up, and he waved enthusiastically. "William! Fancy seeing you here!" William's expression stiffened as he turned to greet Henry. "Henry. What a surprise." Henry approached, his smile genuine. "I didn't expect to see you all here. How's everything?" Michael attempted to lighten the mood. "We're good, Henry. These two wouldn't stop nagging me about coming here," he gestured toward Elizabeth and Evan, who were still entranced by the performers, "so I gave in, and Dad agreed. Isn't that right?" William's response was terse. "Indeed." Henry glanced at the children, then back at William. "Well, it's a beautiful day for it, isn't it?" "Yes, a wonderful day," William replied coolly. "Please excuse us; we were just about to leave. It was nice seeing you." Sensing the tension, Henry nodded. "Well, enjoy the rest of your day." He walked away, leaving William visibly annoyed. "Let's go." The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of rides and games, but the encounter with Henry left a lingering tension. By the time they left the park, the sun was setting, casting long shadows over the parking lot. "Remember, Michael," William said as they reached the car, "you have a responsibility. Don't let me down." They returned home from the amusement park, their once-excited chatter now muted by exhaustion. Elizabeth and Evan bounded up the steps to their house, still brimming with leftover energy from the day's adventures. Michael followed behind, his thoughts weighed down by the impending night shift at the pizzeria. "Michael, can we have ice cream before dinner?" Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with hope as she turned to her older brother. Michael sighed, then managed a tired smile. "Sure, why not? But just a little. We don't want to ruin our dinner." Elizabeth beamed and rushed to the freezer, pulling out a large tub of strawberry ice cream. As she scooped generous portions into bowls, she chattered happily about the roller coaster and the acrobatics they had seen. Evan watched her, his stomach gurgling at the sight of the ice cream.