Relevance AU // MCFNAFVERSE

Shadow Of the Past

 He'd just left Sabrina's. Given her condition and what she dealt with at the house, he's been needing to check on her more often. He did offer for her to move in, but she insisted on keeping the house. Perhaps it was for it being green, as that was her favorite colour. Perhaps it was something else. Whatever the case, he respected it.

He finally made it home, parking in his driveway, and taking his keys out of the ignition lock. He yawn, tired from the work he'd done previous to Sabrina's check-up. He'd been up for a while, and it was taking a slight toll. He'd get out of his car, ensuring it was locked to prevent it's possible theft. With that, he would turn to his house, and walk up to his porch. Unlocking the door, he'd hear a snap, one like a twig being stepped upon. He'd glance behind him, hearing it. But, no one was there. He'd pause for a moment, before turning back to his door. It's probably a squirrel. Yeah. A squirrel. That thought seemed to calm him.

He'd walk inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. Taking a few steps in, he'd flick on the light switch. Flinching as the light first hit his eyes, he'd hear a creak. He'd open his eyes, and glance around the area, and shake his head. His lack of breaks must've caught up with him. Or maybe he needs to fix the floorboards. Either or. He'd stretch his arms over his head, and blink a couple more times, still trying to adjust his sight. Unfortunately, the light had given him a bright spot in his eyesight, that wasn't bound to leave for an hour or two. He'd walk into his workspace, just to check on Hoots. He had worked on them yesterday, and wanted to ensure no one had thought to steal them. Sure, he hadn't mentioned them to anyone but Sabrina, but he had to be weary, as his house could be broken into any day.

After ensuring Hoots was alright, he made his way upstairs, and flicked on the hallway light. He felt a cold breeze, and shivered a slight moment. Perhaps he left a window open. But, that'll wait tomorrow, given how he felt quite sleepy. He would walk towards his room, and stop right at the door, with his hand reaching the handle. As he was about to turn it, he'd hear a quiet, faint whisper. He'd spin around, yet not see anyone there. He'd turn, just to see his door open a crack. That was odd. He always closes his doors. Nonetheless, he'd open his door, and walk in, closing it behind him.

There was nothing out of the ordinary. He'd set his keys on his nightstand, and sit on the edge of his bed, placing his shoes to the side. He would then lay down for a moment, and close his eyes. He hummed for a minute or two, his heartbeat beating to the tune as he'd fall into a slumber. Resting underneath the comfort of his blue blanket, he never heard the door open. He wouldn't see the tall, purple, limpid bear who walked into the room. He wouldn't see the bear stare down at him with recognition. And he wouldn't hear her voice, whispering the words, "It's me, Father.." He wouldn't hear it at all.

He'd awaken in the morning, of course, to a closed door, and no bear in sight. When getting up to go use the restroom, he wouldn't see the bear watching through his window, inches above a tree branch, vanishing as if she was but a shadow. The Sun would shine down upon the tree hours later, as Phillip was on his way to his parts' shop, known as Handy P's. He would have never seen the name etched quite recently into the tree that day. The name of a young girl he loved as if his own daughter; Max.