Just Like Fire (FNAF)

Chapter 1: Climbing Mt. Everest

-Loss. It was something that was never easy for anyone, but for Sherry Afton, it cut like a serrated bread knife through her as if she were a freshly baked Italian loaf. Her parents had been killed in a car accident at the more unstable age of 16, forcing her to feel responsible for both of her siblings: Adam and Everest. And now, the worst had happened... Everest had passed away several weeks ago in a fatal accident at her uncle Williams restaurant. Well, one of his several restaurants, for William as well as Sherry's uncle Henry were business partners for both Afton Robotics, and Fazbear entertainment, and both loved to franchise. He'd looked so fragile, lying there in that bed. The doctors were able to keep him alive on life support for several weeks, but unfortunately no matter the attempts to awaken the boy, they were only met with erratic brain activity and the occasional seizure. Adam blamed himself, and many others attempted to blame him too, but, how could Sherry blame her last living brother? How was he to know what would happen from lifting Everest up to see Fredbear? The most concerning thing instead for Sherry, were the mechanisms that had lead to her brothers death in the first place. No animatronic character should have teeth that sharp, and it was questionable at best how they had gotten that way. However, Sherry wasn't the only one concerned with her uncles odd choice in engineering.-

Have you spoken to Michael?

No. He's always so busy, I wouldn't want to trouble him uncle Henry, not after losing Elizabeth and all.

-Yes the year before Michael Afton had lost his little sister, and that is where all of this was becoming very, very peculiar. First her, now Everest, and now so many rumors surfacing of possible other misdeeds... what was William hiding from his family? It didn't help that several years before Mrs. Afton, had seemingly died of unknown causes herself. Was there even anything under wraps? Or was this all just a series of unfortunate events to the Aftons whom felt as though they were cursed; being punished by some sadistic God for who knows what.-

I understand your concerns, but, he requested to speak with you. Its about your internship.

My internship? How would Michael know about-

Your cousin is a very busy man, no matter how idle he may appear on the surface. Are you sure you really wish to go through with this? Even with all that's happened?

...Who is going to take care of Adam, if I cannot find a good job?

Sherry, you will always have a place here working with me. You don't need to be exposed to-

Something, happened there. I need to know why I just had to watch the doctors pull the plug on my brother, uncle Henry.

-Henry Emily took a sharp breath through the phone. Trying to find out the secrets of the company, was exactly what the man was afraid of for his grief stricken niece.-

I understand that, but I and Michael are already looking into things. Do you not trust we will find something?

I trust that you and Michael will do whatever you can to keep me from learning the truth, in the name of protecting me. I need to know why my brother needed to die. Please, don't get in my way.

... Can I at least help? I know I am distant at times, but Sherry, I don't want to lose you, the same way I lost... her.

-Ah yes, Charlotte Emily. She seemingly had been one of the first, found discarded after strangulation in the back of the first restaurant by a dumpster. Henry was no fool, he was well aware that foul play lingered here at Freddys, the problem was of course sniffing out the source. When Elizabeth had died, a lot had been occurring. Circus Baby had seemingly malfunctioned and taken the child's life, but when the board of the company full of stuffed suits of investors came knocking to ask how such a thing could even happen, William had gotten oddly... Defensive. But, he had not been defensive in the way one would have expected, no not at all. The picture of a grieving man had not been who had graced that meeting, it instead was of a callous egomaniac insulted anyone would question the functionality of his work of art.-