Children of The Dark (An Aphmau FNAF Crossover) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 32: The Downfall

Thus our story begins to fall.

It's reached the climax, and begun the cascade, dripping downward into a spiraling madness.

This is where our tale went completely out of hand.

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The first slaughter had killed an extra.

Matron hadn't meant to be part of the kills.

Hmm, perhaps he'd gone too overboard.

Gosh, what was he even thinking?

Oh-so calmly thinking about the murders from yesterday?

The experiment with the bodies, it had worked.

The children were brought to life...

In a different way.

...

He had gone overboard.

The test was only suppose to bring them to life, not bring them to life in his own creations!

That dammed Puppet.

It was the Puppet's fault.

He wasn't crazy about that, was he?

He'd SEEN a puppet.

The pesky Marionette ruined his plan.

Gifting the children, now they were animatronics.

...

Revenge would be taken upon that stringy old sock once he got his chance. 

But for now, caution.

He needed to run.

Run away, and never look back.

He'd decided his path.

He'd chosen the rocky road of blood.

He would never turn the wheel back.

***

"Why did you do it?"

"...Do what?"

"That girl, Jess, why would you name her Matron?"

"Her name comes from an accident a long time ago. An accident not of your concern."

"..."

"I believe the name has EVERYTHING to do with MY concern."

"...?"

"Dirty brother killer..."

"...!!!"

"Wait a second..."

"You were a terrible father."

***

...

Let's just say, things don't always turn out pretty or serial killers like Vincent.

Even if it was out of a morbid curiosity, that's no excuse to kill.

And what does life do in revenge for such sinful deeds?

Send your rage-filled daughter's ghost upon your mind and mix her thoughts of anger with your current state of hardly any sanity.

Life is cruel.

But life can't see.

Life can't smell.

And life can't hear.