FNaF: The Fate of The Afton Family

Part 7: The First Death..

Kyle sat awkwardly in his birthday chair at Fredbear's Family Diner. He was scared..but of what?

The kids were actually being nice, well, except Michael's friends. What should he be afraid of? There-there wasn't anything wrong..everything was just fine. Or so he thought. He just..felt something bad was going to happen. He ended up being super jittery, especially around the stage or Michael.

Stay positive, Kyle thought to himself, stay positive. 

Michael and his friends sat at their table. "Hey, can I have the Foxy mask now?" Fritz asked. "Oh, sure," Michael said. He handed the red-headed boy his fox mask. "Thanks," he said. Susie, the only girl in their group, said, "Hey Mike, is that your little brother over there?"

2 HOURS LATER...

Kyle stood in the corner near the entrance. The party would be over in 30 minutes or so. He'll be okay. All the other kids were having fun playing with the other kids or sitting down next to their moms. No one would notice. He would keep calm unti-

Michael's friends walked up to the six year-old. "So, this coward is your brother?" Jeremy, the one in the faded brown shirt asked. "Uh..yeah," Michael answered, confused. "P-please..don't do anything to me," Kyle whimpered. "Why aren't you playing with your friends, near the stage?" Gabriel, the one in the blue-purple shirt asked. "I..don't have any friends," Kyle replied, shaking. Michael came to the realization. "Hey guys, I get that you're not a fan of little kids, but he's afraid of the animatronics. I got grounded for locking him in a storage closet." 

"We aren't going to harm him in any way, we're just going to take him to Fredbear, so he can give him a kiss," Jeremy teased. Michael got frustrated. Gabriel grabbed Kyle's arm and dragged him towards the stage, where Fredbear and Spring Bonnie stood.

Kyle had never had a heart attack, but being pulled towards the animatronics was the closest thing to it. Nobody noticed that Kyle was being harassed, and Kyle was in such shock he could only manage a few squeals. 

And that wasn't the worst part (of course). The especially scarring part was being forced up to Fredbear's face. Gabriel pushed Kyle's head closer to the animatronics face. It kinda looked like that scene in 'The Lion King' (if you were there), except it took a much more gruesome turn. And fast.

When Fredbear's mouth opened, Kyle's head fell in (please don't ask how), and the party turned into a catastrophe. Kyle immediately started choking as Fredbear's mouth closed, and blood started dripping out. 

Kyle started crying, trying to scream for help. Michael, as the oldest, also screamed for help. Parents were gasped in horror, kids cried, and employees panicked. Michael stopped screaming for help and started cursing under his breath. Why, he thought, why was I so ignorant? Why did everything always have to go wrong?!

Of course, for those who already know what's going to happen next, multiple things would go wrong, but he didn't know that. He was too focused on this one thing, which was fine, he didn't have to worry about what would happen next in the future.

Michael started crying, he couldn't help it. He hated himself, he hated his friends, he hated everything, every single thing. Jeremy and Susie tried to calm him down (Gabriel and Fritz were calling 911), but Michael ignored them. He failed. He failed being a brother. He realized that he had failed being a brother multiple times. He hated his siblings, he was pure evil. He..he failed.

William Afton stood in the hospital's waiting room. He couldn't bear to get anywhere near his son. It was dreadful, seeing how his creations betrayed him. And so far as to kill his son? That..that sounded all too familiar. Revenge..he thought, it must've been the world's way of revenge for all of my mistakes. He glanced at his walkie-talkie, the one that was connected to his Fredbear plush, so he could always look after him. He spoke quietly into the speaker. "Hey kid..I'm sorry. I'm sorry about..everything. I'll put you back together."

Michael sat on the couch, moping. Elizabeth poked his arm, trying to get him to tell her what happened. Michael wouldn't budge. Elizabeth groaned. Michael's mom was on the phone, eyes widening, narrowing, then widening again with every word.

A few days later, they got the news: Kyle was dead. He wasn't going to come back. Michael immediately felt guilt. He knew his friends should be blamed, but he kept taking everything out on himself. He felt like he should've done something. One time he even thought of suicide. But once he got to the kitchen, he knew his parents wouldn't want to lose someone else. Plus, as the oldest, he had to help his mom, while his dad worked overtime at the diner. Michael didn't know why, and he didn't care.

(This next scene is back when Kyle was in the hospital)

Kyle moaned. Everything was black, and his head hurt badly. Where am I..what..what's going on? he thought. Everything stayed black. But, he had a vision of his Fredbear plush. He knew it was a vision because the background was still completely black, plus the plush was in his lap, and his head was laying on the pillow, so he couldn't be staring at it. The plush said, "Hey kid..I'm sorry. I'm sorry about..everything. I'll put you back together." It sounded like his dad's voice. Immediately, voices starting ringing in his head. It sounded like..like children screaming in agony..and a voice laughing..it sounded like his dad.                                                                                    Too much stuff happening, too much pain..he thought. Then....pitch black..

Author Note~ Hey!! It's been a while since I've been on Wattpad, so I'm excited to publish this chapter! I hope this was what you were hoping for! :)