Old Problem, New Grudge [FNaF What-If]

Chapter Eight; Discuss Your Plans

The first part of this chapter will be from Golden Freddy (Cassidy)'s PoV.

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Cassidy watched with disdain as the Nightguard left the building. He wasn't even scared! Clearly, he had done something like this before. Or, at least, that's what the others had said. Both Chica and Bonnie claimed he had moved with such fluency and certainty that there was no way he hadn't been the nightguard at a different location. Although now that she thought about it, this "Mike Schmidt" person had looked a lot like "Fritz Smith." Cassidy knew who he really was though.

Michael Afton. The eldest son of William Afton. The son of the person who murdered them.

The one who helped pull the prank. The person who murdered Evan.

Cassidy didn't know why Evan insisted on protecting him, helping him. He had been fine when they had teamed up to kill William, but Evan always said that his death had been an accident. She would never know why he backed Michael up. Why he backed his own murderer up. His protests wouldn't stop Cassidy from her plan though. She didn't care how hard he tried; she was simply trying to give her friend some vengeance.

She decided to go check up on the others, just to find them already discussing how to get to the nightguard. At least, that's what Chica and Bonnie were trying to do, Foxy and Freddy were arguing about who would start attacking the office tonight. With a sigh, she walked over. "Fritz! Gabriel! How many times have we talked about this? Foxy always starts to attack on night two! Freddy doesn't come until night three." She said commandingly, with a roll of his eyes, Freddy stopped arguing, leaving Foxy looking quite proud of himself. She facepalmed, why am I the mature one here, she asked herself in her thoughts.

"Let's go over our plan for when Evan eventually tries to save this one..."

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Michael Afton's PoV, 6:10Am, at home.

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Michael paced in front of his couch, deep in thought. "Okay, if I know the animatronics from this franchise well enough, tomorrow a new animatronic is going to start coming after me." He said to himself. "The question is, which one? Will it be Freddy, Foxy, or Fredbear, which I know was stored there at some point." He ran over the options in his head. "At Circus Baby's Freddy became a problem on night two, but in their band, Circus Baby is the lead singer, and she appeared last. So, Foxy must come next, and then Freddy, and... I just have a feeling Fredbear will be last..."

"Okay, now that I have that sorted, what was that writing in the logbook about?!" He asks himself, recalling the weird, totally not disturbing message he had been given. "Meet us tomorrow night. What is that supposed to mean? Is something trying to warn me? Or is someone simply trying to contact me?"

By the time he finally looked up at his clock, he realized it was 6:40Am. He had been pacing for 30 minutes! Does time really go by that fast when you're trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together, he thought, shaking his head he went to his room. He sat down at a desk; the back of the desk had a whole bunch of notes and pictures and newspapers pinned to the back with strings connecting them, showing how things connect to each other.

He looked on the desk, sorting through the papers that had not yet been stuck onto the wall, looking for any that might be of importance.

He paused as he looked at the newspaper he had uncovered. "Reports of children's voices being heard but coming from seemingly nowhere at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," the title read. Interested, Mike continued to read further. "Nightguards claim to be hearing voices while doing their job, specifically those of children. Some saying eerie things such as 'Do you want to see the inside of the masks,' 'Come play with us,' and other such things, some of the adults who brought their children to the establishment even remarked on how they had also heard such sayings." Michael shivered; his blood turning to ice as read the date the newspaper had been published.

08/09/1985. (My au)

One day after the 5th child went missing there.

One day before the restaurant closed due to the disappearances.

Two days before Michael's father...

went...

missing...

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Two years prior to present day, 08/11/1985

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Michael groaned as he woke up, sunlight streaming through his curtainless window. With a sigh, he looked and checked what time it was. 10:00Am? Usually, William woke him up before 7:00am, demanding for breakfast to be made. He must've forgotten I existed; Michael shrugged, walking downstairs, Mike seemed confused as he continued to hear no noise. Not the television, not the coffee maker, not anything. Today was his father's day off from work, he should be home. Maybe he decided to work today anyways, he thought, but the idea seemed unconvincing.

He made his way to the kitchen, noticing a piece of paper on the counter. Weird, he thought, picking it up. It was a note. He read it, his expression changing rapidly throughout the note.

"Dear Michael,

I know I haven't been the best father, but I am sorry to tell you that, due to some events, I will not be returning home. Don't try to look for me, I am most likely dead. I wanted to just tell you, I don't care if you tell the police or not, but I was the one responsible for the missing children at Freddy's. I'll probably be in the Springbonnie suit. Just a feeling. I took those kids in that suit, it's only poetic if that thing ends up being the death of me. Your sister is at Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals, don't ask how I know, but she isn't alive. Find her. You'll understand what I'm saying once you work there. Just... do this for me.

Free the souls...

-Love,

William."

By the time Mike had reached the end of the message, he was in tears. Like he had said in the message, sure William wasn't the best father, he hardly was a father to Mike after Elizabeth and Evan's deaths, but he had still been Michaels last remaining family member.

Eventually, he collected himself enough to see through his tear-filled eyes and think rationally. Michael was only 18 years old; he didn't know how to handle this situation! His best bet was to go to Uncle Henry's house, explain the situation, and look for his judgement.

It was a solid plan, but Michael was still wondering. Should he show the police the note? Surely, he has to, right? Some random innocent person could end up in prison if he didn't tell them! But... William was still Michael's father... Mike shook his head; William had said it was okay to tell the police. Michael was still going to go to Henry's house first. That factor stayed the same no matter what.

So, Michael gathered the necessities, stuff he knew he would need, no matter the outcome of this journey, and after shoving the note in his pocket, he left to go to Henry's. He didn't know what to expect. He didn't even know if Henry would help him, he hadn't gone to Henry's house since the bite.

But he did know one thing.

Nothing would be the same. Michael's entire family, but him, was dead, or presumed dead.

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