(Tales of the Aftons) A showmen's false facade.

(TAPE Three)unknown lands

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Where to begin....Alright from where I left of...well most of collage after I met Henry went by relatively the same. After my courses and finishing any projects or assignments I was given. Was spent in the library or workshop helping Henry with his prototypes of Fredbear and spring Bonnie. I soon came to love spring Bonnie as my first real creation. I always was more use to using other people's creations to better my goals either by taking inspiration from them or by just making them to see if I could. Bonnie was nothing more but a cobbled up mixing of the first two things that came in my mind. Yet now as I stand here I can call it my joy, my joy of creation. Enough of a ramble for now at least.

After I had graduated I originally wanted to fly back home and relax for a while. Henry on the other hand was going to move to a small town called Hurricane Utah. When I had asked him why move to a small quiet town of all places he told me that "it would be better to set up somewhere small then somewhere big because a larger amount of places crying to be picked to succeed would end in all but one closed." He stated that Hurricane doesn't have that many big events or even just places to hang out in. A perfect place to bring something new to the table and reap all of the rewards.  He asked me if a wanted to go with him and start together. I wanted to tell him that I couldn't but a feeling of dread in the back of my head told me to keep this opportunity just in case. So I told him to give me one day to decide. He agreed and told me to meet him near the library if I decided to go with him.

The next day was when I would make the biggest change of my life. Would I go home or take the leap with Henry? I wanted to go home, to just finally go somewhere I called home. But my mind kept telling me that "I would regret it the most to go back and not take the chance" I decide to go back home.... But one man words would change my mind while waiting for my plane to arrive.

He was a rather old man, if I were to guess I would say he would be around his late seventies to his early eighties. It was when we both were waiting for are planes to arrive. He sat next to me silently but with a look of regret on his face. The thought kept on lingering on in the back of my head. So I decide to ask him if I could tell him my worries. At first I thought he would say no and that would be that but he told me to lay them down to him. Then as if my mouth was a broken water pipe I spilled it all to him. My fear my worries and of the choice Henry gave me.

He then decide to tell me a story. A story of two friends both young and full of potential in life. "One friend wanted to explore the world and meet as many friends as possible, while the other wanted to lazy about and relax. Then they would both depart on there separate path's. When they were older they would meet back together and talk about what they had did in there life's. The one who adventured had many tales to tell his friend while the other who had lazed about had all but nothing to tell. When the lazy friend asked why his friend decide to come back he told him that "I used all my good years doing all I could while out exploring the world. Now I just want to relax for my later years." only then did it hit to the lazy friend that his good years were truly wasted. He always thought when his friend came back he would ask him if he could join him on his adventure's. But now his friend just told him that both of there youthful year are now dried up."

When I had asked him why he would tell me that story. He told me that the reason he was even traveling was to try and do at least one thing before he couldn't even walk. He told me that the decision was only mine to make but to think wisely. Do I wish to become the man who took a chance on had no regrets or the man who coward away and has nothing but regrets in life?

That was the straw that had finally pushed me to decide once and for all....and as you could tell I decide to go with Henry. I quickly left and thanked the man for helping me. He waved back and wished me good luck out there. I never got his name but I always called him....Old Man Consequences. For he had told me that my decision would have consequences only I would suffer.