Part 10: Cursing

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"What's that?" Elizabeth asked. "It's something I made, in memory of Kyle," Bailey Afton responded. "I like it, but it's kind of plain." The mom of the Aftons didn't disagree with Elizabeth. It was just a blue sheet of construction paper with pictures of Kyle taped to it. 

"Oh! I know!" Elizabeth exclaimed. She drew a picture of Fredbear's top hat and cut it out, placing it above one of Kyle's pictures and taping it. "Huh, that does look better," Bailey complemented. Michael came downstairs. "Hey guys, what's going on?" he asked. "Just decorating Kyle's memorial." 

Michael looked at it and smiled. "I think it's good." "Thank you, I'm going to put it on this shelf," Bailey said. She got up and walked over to a shelf filled with pictures. She found a nice, snug place to put the picture and walked back into the kitchen.

"Ok, Elizabeth, you need to eat breakfast and get ready, you're going to you're friend's birthday party today." "Ohhhh, right," Elizabeth said. "I don't wanna goooo!!" "C'mon, it'll be fun!" "Fine." Michael sighed. Another birthday party. This better not be a catastrophe. "I hope you'll be fine alone again Michael," Bailey said. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine. Just..be careful," Michael said absentmindedly.

"Well..alright," Bailey said and walked Elizabeth to her room. Michael sighed. Maybe he should go for a walk later. Talk to his friends. He haven't seen them in a while actually, they haven't talked to him in a month. He was worried. How did a month go by so fast? 

Laterrrr....

A few minutes after Mom and Elizabeth left, Michael decided to go on his walk that he planned earlier. While walking, Michael nearly bumped into a pole, he was so distracted, but then noticed something. There was a page from the newspaper stuck to the pole. Someone must've put it there, in an effort to 'spread the word', whatever it was. 

Michael pulled the paper and read it. His eyes widened when he finished reading.

SUSPECT FOUND DEAD A MONTH AFTER ANOTHER MISSING CHILD INCIDENT AT FREDBEAR'S FAMILY DINER -By Lisa Smith.

 Four 13 year-olds went missing after a visit to Fredbear's Family Diner. Police questioned several suspects, then one of the said suspects goes missing after a month. After police investigation, a springlock suit with a dead body inside was found.

Michael was in shock. His friends had been missing this entire time. He tore the paper to pieces and ran home. He couldn't do this anymore. Everyone in his life kept leaving him. It was tiring. He wanted to stay in his room forever. And the stupid perp that kept causing it all: Freddy.

Michael slammed his bedroom door and picked up his Freddy plush. He threw it to the ground, stomping on the bear as hard as he could. He even tore up it's little bow-tie and top hat. He was too old for stuffed animals anyway. After torturing it, he threw it in the trash, flopped on his bed, and cried.


"I'm tired," Elizabeth told her mom after an hour of playing with friends. They were at Circus Baby's Pizza World for her friend Daisy's birthday party, . "Hi!" Daisy exclaimed, "Are you having fun?" "Yep, but I'm kind of tired," Elizabeth said. "Well, do you wanna color and talk?" Daisy asked. "Sure," Elizabeth agreed. 

Daisy exited the room for a bit and came back with crayons, coloring books, and cupcakes. "I'll leave you two alone," Bailey Afton told them. She got up and left. "So . . how is your family doing without your daddy and brother?" "It's fine," Elizabeth said. She took a bite of the cupcake. "Did your mommy make these?" "Yep!" "These are good. My mommy can cook, but she's mostly good at dancing and singing," Elizabeth told Daisy. "My mommy loves baking! And so do I, but I really like performing too, mostly acting." "That's interesting!"

The two kiddos talked for a while, then Daisy said she needed to go get something. Elizabeth nodded and watched Daisy skip away. The room now felt uncomfortable. Circus Baby had stopped singing and moving all together, and making quiet, creepy whirrs.

Elizabeth sensed the tension floating in the air. She scooted from her chair and towards Baby. 

"Hi." 

She said nothing. 

"Um, do you have any family members . . . that are dead?"

Baby twitched. 

"Is that a yes? I do too. It's . . lonely sometimes, but I still have the rest of my family and friends." 

Baby's eyes twitched towards the doorway, as if pointing to the other people out there. 

"You have friends too? That's nice. It's good to know that there's still people that love you somewhere, even if it's a little far away."

Circus Baby was silent for a moment. Then, it's eyes glowed and music began to play. A small part in her chest opened, and a mechanical arm holding ice cream popped out. "Oh. For me? Thank you!" Elizabeth climbed onto the stage and reached for it. Suddenly, the curtains closed and the ice cream disappeared. The claw/arm pointed itself at Elizabeth, it's pincers wide open, and Baby waddled towards Elizabeth. "No!!!" She screamed, but it was too late. 

"Oh no, where is she . . ?" Bailey said to herself, panicking. She asked Daisy's mom, but she didn't know where she was. She also asked Daisy, but she said she left the room before Elizabeth went missing. "Not . . not again." Bailey sat at a table and put her head in her hands. 

Michael exited the bathroom and heard the front door slam open. Trying to not assume the worst, he asked, "What happened? Did Elizabeth behave badly at the party or something?" "No . . she's . . she's dead."

"SHE'S WHAT?!" Michael shouted. "I know, this happened too many times already. I'll try to-" "Don't." "What?" Bailey Afton asked, "I don't get it." "We've tried as much as we could Mom, but it never works," Michael told her. "Michael . ." 

Mike ignored her and shut his bedroom door.

Author- Ayyy! It's meh again! I tried to get this out as quickly as I could, and I hoped you enjoyed it. Also, even I felt sympathy for the characters while writing this, I think I might've exaggerated Michael's depression a bit.

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