The Art of Pretening

Chapter 5

Everything is ruined for real this time;

The story had shaken Izzy to her core, a tale she had never been told. Told to her by someone she wasn't even sure was the right person, a strange event to say the least. A decent understanding of how all 5 of the Aftons died, and what monstrous creatures had killed them. None of them got to die peacefully, they had to suffer. "I told them I would save them, but promises to dead people mean nothing," The harsh tone slowly faded from William's voice, returning to its natural pitch. "In reality, I am aware this is all my fault, but in a safe corner of my head I never hurt anyone,"

"So you're saying…" Charlie spoke up, hesitant at first, "That you pretend no one got hurt,"

"Essentially," Izzy felt like a gun was pointed at her chest, have I done this? Of course, almost everyone has, we build our own truths to avoid others. One of the flaws in humanity. However a gun ready to shoot only hurts when you can't stop it.

"I believe your shifts aren't over yet. Chris, reboot the system again, Izzy looks like she's seen a ghost." Chris moved to reboot the system. Although Izzy in shock, it should not have come as a surprise. Of course, someone who killed a bunch of children would try to make themselves feel better about it. But how open Will had been about it seemed unnatural. "You'll get over it eventually Izzy," It seemed her distress was visible in the source. "Come talk with me." William stood up from his spot next to Charlie and practically dragged Izzy from her frozen spot. Chris watched them leave, curious about what this was about.

"Hey Charlie, do you have any clue-"

"No," Charlie cut him off, apparently being able to read his mind. "I don't know why Will wanted to speak to Izzy."

"That's a shame," Chris glanced away from the robot gripping Izzy's shoulder, "Such a shame."

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"You don't understand why I dragged you back here, do you?" Will had taken Izzy to the hall closest to the exit, invisible to the cameras.

"I don't,"

"Good," His grip loosened on her shoulders and he straightened his spine, "You shouldn't." He released the locks on Springtrap's mask and pulled it up from the jaw. Once again revealing the mass of scars that crowded his face. "Are you aware of how springlocks work?" Izzy shook her head,

"I never had that explained." William removed something sharp from the mask, it resembled a spring but designed to hold something in place.

"This," He spun the spring around in his fingers, "Is a springlock." He held it out for Izzy to touch. She took it carefully, wary of the bloodstained lock. "It's capable of impaling a grown man's organs but keeping him alive long enough to make him feel the pain. Quite an embarrassing way to die." Izzy began to ponder how that could be seen as an embarrassing way to die, having a bunch of springs snap into your body almost rhythmically.

"We must have different opinions on the word, embarrassing."

"When you created the thing that killed you it's best to differ." He took the spring and stretched it far, reaching about one and a half feet. "These were designed to hold the endoskeleton in place," He pointed to a jagged piece of metal sticking out above his left eye. "And release it when it was triggered." He pulled out another object from the mask. A small disk like things, with engraved writing above a switch. Aftn. Robotics. "And this," He placed the disk in Izzy's hand, "This was used to change the appearance of the animatronics. Made to make them appear more, 'Kid-friendly'.” Izzy flipped the switch on the disk, causing a loud beeping to occur. It took a second, but Izzy adjusted to the frequency. Where Springtrap once stood was the person Izzy recognized from the pictures. Similar in almost every way, from his dark brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail, to the iris of his right eye being distorted. The only difference was that he was wearing the clothes he died in. Izzy had no idea he died without a shirt on until this point.

"How did that-"

"The beeping is messing with your head, I'm still very much dead." She reached out to touch his hair, it feels real. Izzy ran her hand along William's chest and leaned in next to him.

"Pull me closer," In response, he grabbed her waist, pulling her in for a kiss. He used one hand to lift her chin to his, the other resting on her lower back.

"Of course," He gently pressed his lips against hers, moaning softly as he did. William pulled away only to kiss her again, practically devouring her this time. Izzy flushed red at his boldness, digging her nails into his shoulders. He pulled away once more, letting go of her chin. Izzy watched him turn a bright red color. "This disk is very important," He cleared his throat, avoiding her eye contact. He flipped the disk off, and William was replaced with Springtrap. "Don't lose it." He handed it to Izzy who put it in her shirt pocket.

"I won't,"

"Good. I don't know what came over me, sorry about that." He led the way back to the room, Izzy still wondering why she had to know this. I won't lose it, but didn't he say that promises to dead people meant nothing. Perhaps she would have to believe the promise was to the man she saw when the disk was turned on, and not the corpse rotting inside Springtrap.

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The day went by unbothered once again. Leaving Izzy hoping for her shift. However, when she arrived sense could feel something was off. "Chris, this doesn't seem right." Chris nodded and opened the door. Neither Charlie nor Will came to greet them as they walked together to the office.

"Strange," Chris mumbled under his breath. "I thought you said they were alway-" He was started by Izzy grabbing his arm,

"Come with me,"

"What is it with you people and grabbing others arms and taking them somewhere without telling them!"

"Reasons! Now calm down, they might just be asleep." Chris followed Izzy down the hall, watching the pictures change.

"Do they always do this?" He strode to a halt in front of the wall, "They're moving." Izzy snapped back to look at him,

"Again?"

"What do you mean again?"

"We don't have time for a story, they could be dead!"

"Aren't they already dead?" Izzy acknowledged Chris's comment,

"That's beside the point." Izzy darted her eyes away from the wall, "It's just a bunch of drawings,"

"They're telling a story, Izzy." His eyes were fixated on the drawings, the images engraved in crayon were changing.

"It's nonsense," She too saw the wax moving to form a picture.

"Do you think you're on the wrong side?"

"What do you mean." Izzy glanced at him sideways.

"You shouldn't have forgiven him." She was starting to worry now,

"And why is that," Chris turned around to meet her eyes,

"He's a murderer Izzy, you shouldn't trust him." Now she could see it, two things actually. One thing, being that the wax had moved to form a large mural. The other being that those weren't Chris's eyes. No, those are William's. "Please leave, go as far away from here as you can. Save yourself, we can't save them. You know the file, get the file and go to the address stated there."

"What's goin-" Chris's eyes returned to normal. "Chris…" Tears began to well up in her eyes, "Follow me, we have to go." She grabbed his arm once again, leading him to the front office this time. He didn't ask any questions as she pulled the file out, or when she pushed open the front door out to the parking lot. He raises an eyebrow when she told him to get in her car instead of his, but he didn't say anything. Chris watched as she fiddled with her phone, imputing directions. But he didn't say anything until the building went up in flames.

"Izzy," She looked over her shoulder. Izzy watched as the flames grew stronger, then hit the gas, finally bursting into tears.

End of Act 1