How Did We Get Here?

The Descent

Things only continued to take a downward spiral moving forward. Everyone tried to make things return to normal, but it was always there, always hanging in the air. And despite my best efforts, I couldn't ever seem to return to the way things were.

Nobody truly knew what had truly happened aside from us, and our creator.

William Afton.

Yes.

I hated him.

I despised him.

I didn't want to be what he wanted us to be. I didn't like the idea of killing. I didn't want to do it. I hated it.

Well, that seems to clash with your current opinions on the subject. What changed your mind?

I realized how much easier it is to hurt others rather than let yourself be hurt. They can't hurt me if I kill them.

A little dramatic.

You have blood on your hands too, don't you?

Yes, but I only do harm onto those whom I believe pose a threat to those I try to protect. Those who have caused us harm in the past. I don't try to behead everyone that walks past me with a giant claw that I chose to replace my hand with.

Your loss.

But anyway,

He was furious when he found out. Or he at least, acted like he was.

Rather than just punishing me for doing what he wanted he punished all of us.

Punished how?

It started with isolation.

They kept us apart.

They chained up the doors of our rooms at night so we couldn't leave.

I'm sure the last thing you needed at that time was to be alone.

You might think that. Yes, it was harrowing at times. But it was mostly beneficial.

How so?

It gave me time to scheme.

But more on that later. I'm not at that part of the story yet.

So, back to what I was saying before. We were isolated.

Though sometimes we were lucky and the idiotic employees would forget to lock one of our doors so we could get out.

Not that the conversations we had during those lucky nights were usually that interesting. Mostly because we started to feel uncomfortable with each other. It was as if the years we had spent together had been erased and we were strangers again.

At least, that's how I started to feel.

I felt distant from the others.

I started to keep quiet during most of our talks.

The only person I really spoke to was her.

The girl?

Yes. I could hear her voice in the back of my head.

Not that I— she, was much of a talker at the time either.

She really only screamed. I still hear her, actually.

Did you ever tell any of your friends?

Only Ballora. I don't remember why I told her, that memory is blurred. I just remember her asking me something, and I sort of ignored her, instead responding with a different question.

"Can you hear it too?"

She tilted her head at me, confused.

"Hear what?"

"The screams, Lor. Her screams. It doesn't stop. It never ends."

She starting checking up on me more after that fun conversation, but it did little to help me.

The guilt really started to weigh down on me as things continued to get worse. I felt as though I only had myself to blame for the events that were transpiring.

My isolation became both not something out of my control and a choice I made.

I needed to find a way out for us.

This is where the scheming comes back in, yes?

Yes.