Moving On

Chapter 1

It was a bright, summer day. There was a light breeze in the air, enough to cool anyone down. A teenager with ginger-blonde hair was walking down the street on a neighborhood, a backpack swung over one of her shoulders. She was wearing a blue dress, with a pink button up blouse over top of it. She was chatting with another teenage girl, with ginger pigtails, a sunset shade of orange shirt, and the fruit color orange skirt, who walked next to her.

The ginger-blonde girl shrugged her shoulders, as she exclaimed, "I don't know, Penny. Just seems like she doesn't care about the students. So why should I care about my homework?"

Penny shrugged. "I hate her too, but you know my mom would kick my ass if I didn't get it done. Besides, what would Michael do if he found out, Ellie?"

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Ugh, don't get me started. I just hope he doesn't find out about the Bidybab thing. It wasn't my fault anyways..."

Penny laughed, and managed to speak through breaths, "I can't believe you got peanut butter in it!"

Ellie crossed her arms. "Hey, you know it took Michael days to get that out."

The two girls continued to ramble on about high-school drama, until they reached the house on the end of the street. The giant grey house with purple linings on it, as opposed to the rest of the neighborhood's red and white. This house had a reputation, between both kids and adults.

Kids spread rumors about zombies, robots, and many more horrific things that happen behind this ancient house's wooden pine door. A family of witches, or a gathering place for vampires. Where robots go to plan humanity's downfall. Every day, kids see a girl with ginger-blonde hair enter and exit the house, as well as a large, dark figure. Was it their imagination, or was it real? Or was it combination of both?

Adults felt a feeling of content when they told themselves they knew the truth. They knew what was happening. No ghost tales, or anything out of the realm of possibility, just a regular story. A normal man under the name, William Afton, lived in that house. He had three kids, Michael, Elizabeth, and Caleb. The man co-owned a pizzeria, one with advanced robots to entertain kids, put on shows, do everything to satisfy the target demographics. During a horrible night, five kids were found missing and linked to the pizzeria. The case famously became known as "The Purple Guy", as the only shot of the killer was him inside one of the robots. The only part showing was his purple shirt. A few years later, five more kids were found dead. The pizzeria shut down, once again.

Then, tragedy struck the Afton family. The youngest of the family, Caleb, was badly damaged in a failure with a robot at his seventh birthday party. For a few years, people didn't see or hear about him at all, and assumed he had died. Then, he emerged out of nowhere, wearing a relic of the place in a mask of the mascot, Fredbear.

Finally, a few days before its opening, during the testing phase, Michael Afton confronted his father at the new pizzeria location, and had him arrested, supplied with many folders, files, and audio tapes to prove his crime. William Afton was arrested, and Michael was put in charge of his siblings.

And that's when the story ended. To support his family, Michael continued the family business of the pizzerias. Elizabeth went on to go to high school, and the poor boy, Caleb, went to private school half of the year.

Ellie scoffed at this while she searched in her pocket for the door key. "This is how they think it ends," she thought to herself, "Hah, how wrong are they?"

She unlocked the door and looked back at Penny. "You want to come in? We can pop some Jiffy-pop and watch a movie.. one with a happy ending."

Penny snorted and rolled her eyes. "I prefer more ambiguous endings. And it's tempting, but my brother talked me into going with him to see my cousin. See ya, wouldn't want to be ya!" She stuck out her tongue before taking off.