FNAF One Shots - REQUESTS CLOSED

🖤🖤 The One You Should Not Have Killed (Missing Kids x Demonic!Child!Reader)

Summary: One by one, they all arrived. Lost, confused, forgotten-- their lives stripped away by that terrible man. They trusted him, they believed him-- but they were wrong. So, so wrong. At first, once the pain subsided, they thought they could get used to this. Not that they wanted to, but what choice did they have? They were just children.

But then came you. A child like them, one with a burning hatred and obsession with vengeance like they'd never seen before. Even Charlie didn't know what to do with you.

You were not like them.

You were not some weak, mindless soul. You were not someone who could be swayed so easily. You were no feral animal, surviving on instinct alone.

You were the one he should not have killed.

And you were not going to let anyone forget that.

Requested by  @Martin16353 on Quotev!

Sorry it took way too long to get to your request! I hope you enjoy ^^;

Warning - This is still something of a draft. It needs some serious work here and there, but I wanted to publish what I have for now :)! I also originally intended for this to cover the relationship between (Y/n) and the other kids, as well as their motivations, but ended up spending most of it covering Afton's experiences instead, leaving them as a secondary thought at the end ^^; 

(Also, Ralph is a little OOC in this one, but to be fair, I was watching Doctor Who while writing this 😆😅-)

I'm planning on making a second part to this to make up for that, solely to put focus back on the kids like they deserve. For now, I hope this part is still a good read at least!

Onward with the story! *-* ~

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Flames. The burning heat of fire scorched their bodies, tearing away at everything they had left. They screamed, the horrific cacophony of metal and spirit piercing the night. Underneath the crackle and crunch and shrieking, one could almost still hear what was left of the children, wailing their pain and confusion, crying for some kind of comfort or relief. For the first time in a long time, they sobbed and begged for their mothers, their fathers, the family that left them behind a long time ago. It tore at the shredded remains of Mike's heart, but he steeled himself as he slunk through the chaos, clinging to the shadows in search of one figure in particular. He wanted nothing more than to reach out to those children and give them the 'goodbye' they deserved, but he had to make sure. He had to be certain his father would also finally pass, release his death grip on the world he tormented and leave everything behind.

There had been a special room arranged just for William Afton. Others' rooms were built like ovens, with metal frames designed to lock in place the moment the vents closed. They were empty, save for the creatures pounding at every surface, demanding to be released with such fear and anger they shook the halls. They weren't meant to be comfortable-- they were quick and efficient, ensuring that everything inside of them burned. But not William Afton's room. His was much more simple, more decorated, filled with memories he wasn't allowed to forget.

A wooden room, decorated like the Diner he founded, the one he was so proud of, complete with a party table and chairs and a miniature stage, all decked out in plates and party favors from his younger years. Sitting around the table were stuffed animals-- larger plushies one would have found at the Prize Corner in the restaurant he and his partner once shared.