FNaF Short Stories (Temporary Cover)

The Aftermath (Short)

The last week of June, 1987, was a blur to anyone that tried to extract the horrific information from their memories. This, however, was not the case for the owners of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Six children died that day, only one of which was not simply declared missing. The security cameras had shown clear footage of the other five children being lured out back by an animatronic that did not usually perform, and later one of the owners sneaking around near the same area.

The morning after the incident, said owner came in at the usual time to unlock Fazbear's doors when he heard a car pull up a few feet behind him. Thinking nothing of this, he continued fidgeting with his keys until he heard the car's doors being slammed shut, followed by a deep voice.

"Mr. Afton," a police officer stated.

"Please, allow me to finish here and then I'll gladly follow," Afton replied without turning around, simply raising his hand and waving it. He unlocked the doors and pushed them open, walking inside. The officer looked over at his partner and signaled for him to follow. The other cop complied, trailing after the owner, though staying a few feet behind. He watched the purple clad man absentmindedly wandering around, fixing the occasional crooked tablecloth and party hat as he went. Mr. Afton then went into his office, opened a drawer in his desk, and pulled out a phone. He dialed a number and proceeded to speak lowly to the person on the other end, though loud enough for the officer to hear the subject and conclude that it was but a harmless conversation. Soon after, he hung up and walked outside to the other cop.

"Are you done?" the cop asked, leaning against the side of the car.

"Yes, I believe so," Afton replied as he fixed his tie. The police officer's partner then came out and slowly shook his head. Both cops assisted each other in cuffing the man and guiding him to the backseat of their police cruiser. Their suspect complied with little sound, save from a few grunts when they got a little too excited about seating him. As they drove back to the station, the cops spoke in a low tone to one another.

"So? Any suspicious behavior?" the cop, that had not been inside, asked.

"No," his partner replied. "He called someone, but only to tell them that they needed to get to the pizzeria."

"Did he mention why?"

"Just to fix up the place before opening time." The first officer nodded. They would occasionally glance back at the newest resident in the vehicle; his back was pressed against the seat and his eyes were squinted, most likely to shield his retinas from the morning sun. They drove down to the station, where Afton was interrogated and afterwards placed in a cell. He was to be trialled in court, even though his story left no trace of guilt. A few hours later, the man got a visit from a familiar face; Scott.

"Hey," he said somberly. His boss made a sound to indicate that he acknowledged his presence. "Are... you going to be alright?"

"Yes," the suspect replied and leaned forward. "Not to worry, I'm confident I'll be convicted as not guilty." He stared directly at Scott, his face practically singing "I'm innocent." His eyes, however, told another story; although they did not tell that he was a guilty man, they did state that he was filled with rage.

"I hope so," Scott said, turning on his heel to walk out.

"Take care." That was the last thing he heard before leaving the building.

Court went smoothly. Afton retold his story perfectly down to the smallest detail, adding that he too was worried for the children's safety. After all, one of them was his own daughter. The jury ended up pleading him not guilty, which for him was very fortunate. What these people did not know, was that he was equipped with a silver tongue fit for a lawyer. He left the room with a smirk on his face, as he was escorted to a car for a ride back to his own car.

Although the incident was clear in his mind, William Afton's memory started slowly failing him. He remembered his girlfriend screaming at him once he got home. She ended up packing her things and leaving him alone in the house, which he found to be the best thing of the entire month. However, he did not fancy being alone in his home. Once he returned to work, he found the other owner to be gone, along with his daughter. He did not judge them for leaving; he was simply disappointed that they hadn't said goodbye. Then again, it would be easy to contact them. Over the next few days, he started noticing a pattern; a woman with no children would come in and sit at one of the tables farthest away, leaving once they closed up. He found this to be peculiar, seeing as this was a kid's restaurant, and no adult in their right mind would come in alone, save from the employees. He watched this pattern, until the others had to interact with her in order to get her out. Then he decided to take action; in the very beginning of July, he stepped up to the woman and asked if everything was alright. She didn't speak much at first, but she soon warmed up to the man and explained her situation; she couldn't afford to pay her rent anymore, leading to her daily visits inside the pizzeria. William glanced outside, watching the heavy rain fall. He pondered the situation for a moment before returning his attention back to the woman. She was beautiful, that was certain. She had long, blonde hair, dark green eyes, and pale skin. Her clothes were clean, though slightly wrinkled. She said her name was Lucy. He decided to shield her from the cold weather, extending his hand and proposing his offer.

"Would you like to come back to my place?" he asked with a gentle smile. She agreed and took his hand. William grabbed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders, since her shirt did not provide her with long sleeves to protect against the rain. They walked out to his car, drove home to his house, and went inside. The two of them talked and laughed, enjoying the other's company more and more by each day. This was until a month later, in late August, where the purple clad man stepped inside his home, meeting an extra happy Lucy along the way.

"And what has gotten you so excited today?" he asked as he watched her blonde locks bounce in rhythm with her.

"I'm pregnant," she announced. Although his face lit up with joy and he hugged her tightly, William Afton knew that a new line of tragedy was about to begin...

(A/N: so sorry for the long wait and short story, but I am running out of ideas for stories. This is more of a filler on what happened after the kids went missing, as well as the beginning of Shitfuck McIcecreamgirl aka William's second daughter. Anyway, if anybody has an idea for a story, please, feel free to request it. And no, I don't do ship stories on this book. I'll probably dig out a semi-old story and post it as well, I just need to get off my lazy ass.
~FFS)