WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!

Saved for the True Tale of Five Nights at Freddy's

Michael snuck into his father's office, digging around for some kind of clue to what his father might have been up to. He had to figure this out, or else more people would die. More children, innocent and afraid, would die and be shoved into those awful suits. He shivered at the very thought, and kept looking.

That was when he looked in his father's drawer, and found a note written in Henry's handwriting. It saddened him to see the script of the man who had been like a second father to him at one point. He pulled the note out, and glanced over it.

To Whomever This May Concern,

I'm impressed that you even found this note. I was certain that Afton would have found it first and destroyed it. To hide the truth behind the animatronics he wanted so badly to learn how to create. But I know the truth. And it is gruesome.
William F. Afton is a murderer. He murdered my child, my beloved daughter, and I'm left to assume my death is next, amongst others. He wants to continue with his killing spree, on any child who enters an establishment under the name of Fazbear Entertainment. He cannot continue under the name of Afton Robotics, he knows this. He can try, and he will fail.
As for me, I am finished. I wouldn't want to continue my time on this Earth even if I could. You might believe my death is thanks to Afton, but this, all of this, is entirely my fault.
I didn't know what else to do. I don't want to disappoint people. But my mind isn't right. I've made something terrible.
Her name is Baby.
It's too late to deactivate her.
I'm sorry.

Henry Silver

Michael dropped the note, his face pale and his hand shaking. It was true. His father truly had killed Charlie. He had caused Henry's death. And he was out for the blood of the innocent using those blasted animatronics! The ones that had killed his sister! The ones that had killed his brother! The ones that made his mother leave! They were all gone because of William and his deadly animatronics.

"Baby." Michael murmured, thinking of the clown girl that Elisabeth had loved so much, before... before she had gotten scooped by it and had traumatized his brother! Circus Baby. His father had wanted Michael to put her back together. That stupid clown girl had his sister inside of her! But what did putting her back together mean? Either way, Michael knew what he had to do. He had to work for Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals. Even if it meant his life.

NEXT CHAPTER!!!!

"Welcome to the first day of your exciting new career." Michael shivered at the voice that filled the elevator as he went down into the distribution center that was Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals. He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the posters hanging in the elevator of Circus Baby and Ballora, looking all smiley and happy, saying things like "Celebrate!" and "Dance!". It made him immediately think of his mother and sister, Ballora being named from his mother and Elisabeth having loved Baby so much. "Whether you were approached at a job fair, read our ad in Screws, Bolts, and Hairpins, or if this is the result of a dare, we welcome you."

"Yeah, this is the result of some dare." Michael muttered, rubbing his arms in the chilly room.

"I will be your personal guide to help you get started." The voice continued. "I'm a model Five of the Handyman's Robotics and Unit-Repair System, but you can call me Hand-Unit. Your new career promises challenge, intrigue and endless janitorial opportunities."

"Not to mention death." Michael thought to himself, just hoping that the Handunit would hurry up so that he could go and find Circus Baby and get his sister out of her. Somehow.