The Art of Pretening

Chapter 3

Everything is ruined but it's not;

It's Friday night.

"It's Friday night."

Time for work.

"Time to ruin everything once again." Once more Izzy pushed open the door. Not to be greeted by Charlie, but Springtrap waiting patiently for her this time.

Come...with...me...please.

"What's going on?"

You...will...learn...eventually. He led her down the dark hallways, and to the back room once more.

"What's going on?" Izzy repeated, wanting a stable answer.

You...have...been...very...good...at...not...asking...questions.

"What's going on Springtrap!"

I...am...sorry...Izzy. He wrapped her in a tight embrace, like how you would hug a child that just found out something horrible, and sat her down on the floor next to him. Springtrap took a deep breath and loosened his grip.

It...was...me...Izzy. My...name...is...William...Afton. I...killed...the...children.

"You what!" Izzy was enraged. She pulled away from him in disgust and backed up to the wall. "You're a monster."

Wait...I-

"You're a monster! I trusted you!"

I…am...sorry-

"Stay… Stay away from me!" Tears flooded her eyes as she rushed away from the back room.

Izzy! Though in anguish he made no effort to chase after her. He just sat there, alone in the room. Under the same circumstances that had caused his death. He told the truth to the wrong person, he made them hate him. I should burn in hell.

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"I can't believe I trusted a monster." Izzy was still In shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Her eyes darted across the walls as if she was searching for someone or something. "He seemed so trustworthy." I should've realized something was wrong, why was he so quiet? That monster had me believing I could trust him, that I should trust him. He dared to try to hug me, to make it seem like he cared. Charlie's probably lying to me too. I can't believe how stupid I was. Then it came to her. "The file. I should get the file." She had no idea why she needed the file, just that it would be important later on, at least she hoped so. She didn't bother to be quiet as she ran down the hall to the front office, passing children's drawings that were still incomprehensible, and seemed to shift with every movement. Telling a story almost. But Izzy didn’t have time to listen. She ran into the office and quickly snatched the file off the desk and yanked it open. "William David Afton, age 48, the co-creator of Fazbear entertainment, charged with 7 cases of murder, found innocent with all of them. Believed to be suicidal,

paranoid, traumatized, and insane. He disappeared in 1987, no one ever found his body," Izzy placed the file down in shock, So he's insane! She pulled one of the photographs out of the file and stared in awe. The photo was of two men, one had wrapped his arm around the other's shoulder. The same photo from the hallway. It seemed hard to believe that either of these men would be insane. But sure enough, the taller one, the one who had the other's arm wrapped around his shoulder, was undeniably Springtrap. They had the same eyes, a bright green one on the right, completely normal except for the bags from lack of sleep. And on the right was a brilliant violet one, the iris being distorted and spreading across the entirety of the eye. How had I not noticed this before? The men looked young, the late twenties to early thirties, and neither of them could count as unattractive, how long ago was this photo taken. Izzy flipped it over in hopes to see a date, nope.