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

(???) False regrets

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How...long has it been since I first awoke in this body...? Why did I even wake up to begin with? Was it karma for what I did...or rather didn't do? Why does it feel that I can barely remember what I did that lead to my death? Maybe if I try to remember what I did it could help me...? Or maybe I can at least repent for what I did.

Hmmm.....I remember a specific nights very clearly even if everything else is but a blur in the fog of my brain. That day was rather a sour day for all of us. It was the day Evan was buried. I wasn't in a mood to talk to anyone at all. But Micheal....that bastard was a sobbing mess. It seemed that all he could say was a terrible excuse for a apology for the whole day. Always saying that "he didn't mean it and that he regrets it every single day." It was annoying how many times he would say that.

But father....he seemed to have changed ever since Evan's death. He seemed to lock himself away in his office every moment he could. I never knew why he did that....not fully at least. Some nights father would accidentally leave the door to his office open. Ever so slightly but it was enough for me to sneak in and see what he was doing. Most nights he seemed to read a book. Not a normal book but a worn down and deceptive book.

Most nights he would read the book out of desperation and curiosity. Every night he would read it over and over again trying to find something. I never knew what he was looking for but what ever it was it seemed he had found it a few days before the "incident".

I remember that on the day Evan had died I had gotten into a argument with Micheal to stop pitying himself and to try and become better instead of saying he would. He never would at least when I was alive. He would rather say a mountain of lies then to become a better man. He had kicked me out of the house yelling that "if I hated him so much then go sleep in dad's car." it wasn't the first time he has done it. Every time he got mad at me he would kick me out of the house and force me to sleep in dad's car.

Dad never kept his car closed....I knew why he did that. Evan use to wake up...or rather stay awake all night and then sneak into dad's car to surprise him and beg to go with him to Fredbear's or wherever dad was going. So dad decided to start keeping his car open for Evan. Guess that dad never got over that habit.

So I started to leave a blanket in dad's car in case Micheal kick me out again. I went inside dad's car and tried sleeping but all I could hear was muffled screaming from within the house. Seemed that dad started drinking again and started to argue with Micheal. I didn't hear a lot but it seemed to get bad really fast. One of the only things I heard was that dad was done with Micheal and that he was calling Henry to deal with Michael while he was going to leave to calm down.

I panicked dad wasn't nice when he was drunk. He seemed to snap at anyone who talked to him when he was drunk. I didn't want to deal with dad so I had to make a plan. Either I get out of dad's car and wait till Henry arrives to let me back in or hide inside of dad's car and pretend that I came to check on him when he came back. But before I could make my decision I saw dad's shadow getting close. I didn't have time to escape so I had only on options I hid.

When dad enter the air felt cold. It felt almost suffocating but then I heard something I never thought  I would hear. Dad started to break down. He just cried about Evan. He cried for what felt like hours before he had started the car. I knew where he was going. He would go to "Jr" the only bar that still let dad inside. He would go in, get drunk, then come home and sleep most of the morning.

When dad had finally arrived at Jr's he stepped out and went inside leaving me within his car. I knew it would at least take a few hours before he would leave. Leaving me alone within the back of his car with only my thought's. It was then when all of my pain and regrets came back to me.