There are stranger ways to learn about dead people;
August 24, 1983. “I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go!”
“You heard the man, he wants to get even closer.” They dragged him to the stage, gripping his arms tightly so he wouldn’t run, as if he was capable of running anyway.
“Please stop!”
“He wants to give Fredbear a kiss.”
“Don’t!” They lifted the boy onto the stage, and place his head carefully inside Fredbear’s mouth.
“Open wide!” A shrill shriek filled the room, accompanied by shouts of forgiveness. “Dad! I’m so sorry! It was an incident!”
“You knew what these robots were capable of!” The man snapped hastily, pulling the limp child from Fredbear’s mouth. “Mikey, Mikey wake up.”
“William what happened!”
“Mom, I can explain!”
“William, what happened to our son!” The man gripped the child tightly to his chest.
“Mikey, Lucy call an ambulance.”
“William what happened!”
“Lucy, Jeremy, he’s gone.”
“Don’t say that! There’s a chance he might still be alive!”
“Lucy, go get Elizabeth. Jeremy …...Mikey’s gone.” The sound was fading, screams of adults and children alike were defining. But none of them could hear anything. The Afton family was down to four, Michael was dead, and nothing could change that.
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May 15, 1984. “Daddy, why can’t I play with her?”
“Not now Elizabeth, daddy’s busy.” The man led the young girl back up the stairs. “Daddy’s busy.” A few hours later everything was silent, and the only sound you could hear was the tap of footsteps as the young girl crept down the stairs. She had reached the robot safely, stepping over robotic parts and pieces of hard plastic. The girl pulled off the tarps covering the metallic animatronic.
“I don’t see why daddy won’t let me play with you. You haven’t tried to-" Her sentence was cut off by a robotic screech. And the lights flicked on just as the girl's stomach was torn open.
“Elizabeth!” Blood was splattered across the robot's front, dripping down onto the floor in a huge puddle. The man was in shock, staring in awe at the animatronic that had just scooped his daughter's insides out. “Elizabeth.” There was no group crowding around him and his child now, just him, the robot, and his daughter’s corpse. “She’s gone...she’s gone.” It wasn’t the sound that was fading this time. The robot faded from his vision, everything did. The Afton family was down to three, and Elizabeth was never coming home again.
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July 25, 1987. A string of murders had occurred at Fazbear’s. The place was to be shut down by the end of the week. But one man had been allowed to enter after all the nightguard wasn’t going to stop him. Michael would never wish to go against his father’s wishes. The ghosts of the children had long forgotten who had killed them, except for one. And she wanted vengeance of the finest degree. “You’re a monster.”
“I’m aware.”
“You’re aware. Please, if you don’t kill yourself I will.”
“Go ahead.” The ghost was compliant, charging at the man with a knife in hand. She stabbed him right through the plates of the Springbonnie animatronic suit she had forced him into. Triggering the springlocks to claspe one by one. The other ghosts stared in shock.
“You killed him.”
“He isn’t dead yet.” It was true the man wasn’t dead, but he wished he was. The man could feel his organs imploding, being stabbed into by the suit. No matter how hard he wanted to panic, to scream at the top of his lungs, he didn’t. No one had to know he died, it’s not as if anyone would care anyway. “The monster wasn’t going to fight anyway.” The wall behind him was blood-soaked in blood. Blood and flesh were leaking through the animatronic, the man groaned in pain. But he wasn’t going to scream. The light faded from his eyes as he breathed his final breath.
“He’s dead isn’t he.”
“He is! Oh, he’s finally dead!” The Afton family was down to two, and it was William’s turn to feel the pain he had caused.
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“I will put you back together.” It’s a promise that never got kept in the Afton family. But they wouldn’t die. They couldn’t, it was impossible. Tomorrow was never going to be another day. But at least the souls lived on. In Circus Baby, and Springtrap, and the robot built especially for Michael. The family faded from memory. Jeremy losing his life to William, and Lucy dying at the hands of Ballora. But maybe that promise had been more truthful than believed. Maybe someone could put them back together, perhaps it was just a matter of time.
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