Ahoy Matey

During the Day

William Afton walked towards the front doors of the pizzeria. He knew he wouldn't enjoy today. There was a party on today so the place would be packed. Afton had never enjoyed parties. He was just glad his son never wanted to have a party here. Micheal wouldn't come within 5 feet of the building. He hadn't seen inside for two years. His father didn't blame him.

Afton unlocked the door and went inside. There were ten minutes to get everything ready. Afton could see the animatronics on the stage so he made his way to backstage to see if Foxy was there. He wasn't. Afton walked to pirate cove to see the fox animatronic on stage, standing prepared on the stage like the others, as if he would get to perform. He didn't think so.

Afton walked on to the stage and slung the animatronic over his shoulder as if it was a bag of trash he was going to throw out. If only it were that easy. He walked back to backstage. He opened the door and unceremoniously threw the animatronic to the ground. It had probably damaged the fox more; but that didn't matter. He was never gonna get the piece of junk fixed. The fox stared at him, lifeless. Well, at least that's what it tried to look like. But Afton knew better than that.

Afton worked tirelessly that day. He hadn't been able to catch a break. There were so many people who demanded his attention. First it was settling all the children down long enough to put plates in front of them. And that had been another problem. Someone had changed the placing of every single item in the kitchen so the cooks spent twenty minutes trying to find everything and put it back in place.

Afton also had a nagging feeling in the furthest, deepest, darkest corner of his mind that someone was watching him. Well, it wasn't a suspicion, it was more of an annoying fact. People watched him every day. But never like this. It felt like this person, or, people, were glaring daggers into his back, wishing to kill him. He knew this feeling. It didn't unnerve him, it merely made him more cautious.

He knew it was the animatronics. They never took their eyes off him, and whenever he did manage to catch them staring, there was pure, unconditional hatred. Though it only lasted a second, quickly replaced by fake joy as children ran up to talk to them. Although they never replied. No. The animatronics had never replied to any of the children, although he knew they could talk. He'd never heard them but he'd seen it, on the cameras when he checked to see whether the night guard had died. He saw there mouths open and close. To frequently to be anything else.

That was another thing that annoyed him. He hadn't managed to get a look at the security cameras. It normally took an hour, quickly scanning to see if anything useful or interesting had taken place over night. Something to distract his mind from the endless boredom of the pizzeria and also allow him a chance to see what was going on in this place when he wasn't around. Well it was slightly good. It meant two hours off his twelve hour shift.

They had run out of party plates so Afton went to the supply closet to see if they had any more in there. That's when he saw the blood. Most of it had been cleared away but a small piece still remained. Oh, something had happened last night. Either someone had been badly hurt, or, he smiled, killed. Oh, he could not wait to watch the security footage tomorrow.

Soon, ten o'clock came and Afton allowed himself to breath a sigh of relief. The day was finally over. It wasn't a good thing, but he was kinda glad his son was distant. It meant the whole night to himself. Something good. Although people had a tendency to ruin everything good he had in life. Thankfully Micheal never talked to his father, not unless he had to. Once they had run out of groceries and Micheal hadn't even considered calling his father to buy some. No, he had stolen his father's credit card and bought it all. Micheal would likely never talk to his father again. But Afton couldn't care less. So long as he didn't get in the way.

Just as Afton was about to leave. He noticed there was the spare cake in the fridge. He'd told the cooks to leave it, that he'd deal with it. He walked towards the counter the cooks had left it on and picked up the cake. He carried the cake over to one of the tables, right in the middle. 

"Bon Appetite." He knew they couldn't eat it. It was merely there to mock them. Remind them of what they were. What he'd taken from them. And with that, William Alton left. Today hadn't been as bad as he thought it'd be.