FNaF: The Fate of The Afton Family

Part 9: The Stages of Grief

                                       (Warning: More blood and deaths! Yay.. Oh, and also creepy stuf)    

                                           1 Month after Jeremy, Susie, Fritz and Gabriel's deaths..

Will turned around. He swore he heard a whirr  from one of the animatronics behind him. These things were seriously creeping him out. He knew he couldn't keep this a secret anymore. Maybe one of his most trustworthy co-workers? Like Stephen. Stephen was the only person other than Henry that knew about his problem, and he actually tried to help sometimes. 

But now's not the time, he thought, he's at home, I shouldn't barge into his business right now. William put away the broom and exited the storage closet. Back inside the storage closet, something, or someone, said, "You can wake up now." 

William stopped. Did he just hear someone say something? No, he couldn't have. Well, he had weird hallucinations after he killed Charlotte so..maybe the same thing was happening? He walked into the empty dining room, expecting to see the lights on. Of course, they were off, duh. That's when he heard clanking coming from the Employees Only hall. He cautiously turned around, and he tried his best to not scream when he saw what he saw.

Only a few feet away from him, were the animatronics. They were actually alive. Like his nightmares..

He backed away, the animatronics' glowing eyes staring at him from a distance. And a shadowy figure was following them. Oh frick, it's the Puppet, Will thought. It was literally like his nightmares. Please, please, say this is a dream, he thought as his fingers pinched his arm. Nope..not a dream. 

"Well, I'm screwed," he muttered. "W- what do you want?" He asked. "Oh, you should know. Don't you remember?" the Puppet asked. "Er..no..?" he said, obviously lying. The Puppet made a quiet, low growling sound. It's eyes glowed and the animatronics' pace quickened. "REVENGE! ISN'T THAT OBVIOUS?!" the Puppet shouted. Despite her voice originated from a 5 year-old girl (just more deep and kinda demented), he could sense the rage in it. 

He threw himself to the side just as Foxy tried to swipe at him. Good job me, he thought to himself. He picked up a nearby crowbar and ran to the other side of the room, near the Employees Only hallway. "Don't you dare," Puppet teased. He ran into the hallway. "GET. HIM." the Puppet ordered. The animatronics ran, and they could actually run pretty fast! 

William looked around, and saw a doorway blocked by some wood planks. It was the Forbidden Room, where the old, untrustworthy springlock suits sat. It would be a huge risk, but maybe, just maybe if he wore one, he could be stronger. Sure, the animatronics chasing him were haunted by literal ghosts of children but he could at least gain more strength and had his killing experience.

He knocked down the door with his crowbar. He ran in and picked up a worn-out Spring Bonnie suit from a long time ago. It was greenish and torn, much worse than the Foxy suit, but he didn't have a single thought about it. He probably had a minute before they got there, and it takes a bit to get the suit on.

When the Puppet and Jeremy, Susie, Fritz and Gabriel got to the door, she said, "Stop." "Oh, hello," William said casually in his new animatronic springlock suit, despite how nervous he was. The Puppet giggled. "Are you seriously trying to challenge us...in a springlock suit?" "Uh..yeah." "Fine." 

William stepped two steps forward, but, something was off (no, not literally). Suddenly, things began to clamp onto his body. He fell to his knees. Of course, he thought, I was sweating, and liquid causes the springlocks to clamp or malfunction. The blades dug into his arms, legs, everything. 

The Puppet just stood over him, watching it all. Finally, Charlotte thought, revenge.

A few weeks after William's death..

Michael woke up early to hear more panicking from his mom's room. He sighed. Ever since, well, lets just call the death Incident No. 2. After Incident No. 2, his mom had been through a ton of stress lately. Now she was all alone, no one to help her. Well, except for Michael. And he accepted that duty wholeheartedly. He didn't want to fail them again. So he helped as much as he could. 

He peeked into his mother's room she was digging through the drawers, but not as stressfully as usual. She had a look in her eye, as if she was looking for long lost memories. "Is everything alright?" Michael asked. His mom looked up. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was.." She stopped mid-sentence, and a tear started welling as a sad smile came to her face.

"Oh! Mom!" Michael rushed over to her and wiped the tear away. He gave her a hug. Bailey sighed. "Oh, Michael, what would I do without you.." "It'll be okay, I promise. Now, what were you looking for?" "Oh, just pictures of Kyle. I wanted to put them on a piece of construction paper and decorate it in memory of him," Michael's mom said. "I think that's nice," Michael replied. 

"Thank you honey, now, go back to sleep, I have a lot of work to do," she said as she pulled a black hairband and tied her blond hair in a bun. "Alright," Michael said, though he doubted he would fall asleep again. 

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