FNaF: The Fate of The Afton Family

Part 11: The Real Crisis

                                                         A few months after Elizabeth's death..

"Michael!! It's time for breakfast!!" Bailey yelled, trying to get Michael's attention. Michael groaned and unlocked his door. He sat down at the dining table and nibbled his toast. "Do you think you can try to do Will's shift today?" She asked. Michael sighed.

Since William Afton died, Michael or Bailey had to try to keep the business going. But because Bailey had a job, Michael had to do most of the work. After he finished breakfast and dressed, he walked to the pizzeria.

Despite the fact that he liked biking way better, he felt it much more efficient to walk to work. That way he'd have more time to think, and he'd be a little exercised for the busy day. 15 minutes later, he arrived at the restaurant. Surprisingly, there were a few employees working. 

Obviously, people didn't feel like even going near the pizzeria. It's bad feedback caused the different locations to become less popular. It really sucked, but Bailey insisted to keep the business alive just a bit longer. So here he was, at a half-empty pizzeria at 7:00 A.M. He picked up a broom to start sweeping, and wistfully stared out the window towards barren street. He had gotten quite used to the traffic and noises of clattering of pots and pans, but now it was mysteriously quiet. 

After sweeping he switched to mopping, and carefully climbed the steps towards the stage. He glared at the animatronics and gave the heartless machines a not-so-nice gesture with his finger. 

He continued to mop and left the stage, trying to find another place to mop. An employee with the nametag 'Stephen' walked past him and gave him a small smile. Mike remembered him, he was one of his dad's friends. Michael's dad used to talk about how caring Stephen was. 

How nice, Mike thought, to have friends that cared.

Michael pretended that he didn't see and continued to mop. He went into the infamous Employee Only hall and dragged his mop alongside him. He heard something clank in the nearby storage closet and peered through the rectangular window. 

His hands shook as he took a key from his key ring and slid it into the lock. It clicked and the door swung open. He carefully stepped into the room and was greeted with four animatronics, they're raggedy bodies encrusted with dried blood. Though it was disgusting, he had a weird feeling about these animatronics. 

Michael decided to ignore it. He made a face and walked around the room. He picked up a container of old candies (who knows why someone put it there) and looked inside. He was surprised of what he saw inside. 

And no, it wasn't candy that somehow wasn't expired, it was definitely super old, but something else hidden in the jar. A knife.

Whoever owned the knife most likely wanted it hidden, so no one could find it. And whoever owned it was probably doing bad things with it, because it was stained with dry blood, just barely blending in with the red sweets.

Michael took the knife out of the container and placed the container back on the shelf. His hands were shaking again, and they were shaking so much that he was afraid he might accidentally hurt himself. He had a sneaking suspicion that that feeling he felt about the animatronics might have something to do with this knife and his friends. 

Michael stood there for a moment, contemplating life choices- I mean thinking about how all of this connects. He had a horrid realization and stared at the animatronics in the closet. His shaking intensified. He leaned against a wall and thought, God dang it, can I ever have a break?

He sighed and stopped shaking. He slid the knife into his pocket and exited the storage closet, locking the door just in case.

He found out the truth . . well, most of it. Now he just needed to know who had been behind all those missing children incidents. Whoever killed his friends was most likely the one behind the crimes at the other locations long ago.

Michael closed the door to his house as quietly as he could. He was still in shock from that discovery, but before he collapsed on the couch, he remembered the knife. He pulled it from his pocket and went to his room. He carefully buried it under his school books stuffed in his desk drawer and went back to the living room. Tonight was movie night.

Mike squirmed awkwardly on the couch. Although his mother was right next to him, it still didn't feel the same. No Elizabeth and Kyle lying on the carpet, no Dad groaning in his chair. Just silence. Bailey Afton broke it when she said, "What movie do you wanna watch, Michael?" 

"Um, I dunno, Home Alone?" he suggested. "Ah, that's one of my favorites." She slid the DVD in and we sat there. Despite the awkwardness, Michael still laughed at the parts he always laughed at, and Mom smiled at the heartwarming moments like she used to do. When the movie was near the end, Mike asked, "Mom, have I been troubling you?" She smiled and answered, "Of course not. You've been really helping me." 

"Er, thanks." Mom patted Michael's head and said, "Time for bed." He nodded and walked to his room with her. She asked if Michael wanted her to tuck him in, but him, slightly embarrassed, declined the offer. Mom looked at him with understanding and left to go to her room, leaving Michael in the doorway of his. 

He sighed and flopped on his bed. He thought about thinking about what happened that day, but remembered the storage closet and shook his head, instead going straight to sleep. 

Bailey woke up at midnight for some reason. She had a weird dream, and felt like she needed to go somewhere, preferably a Freddy Fazbear location . . which was weird . . 

Maybe I just miss my husband so much that I want to go to one of his restaurants for some reason, she thought. But that hardly seemed reasonable. She shrugged and got dressed, then got in the car and drove to Circus Baby's Pizza World.

She tried to open the door and surprisingly it was unlocked. The inside felt eerily quiet, as if someone was waiting for her to do something. She took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Author- Heeeey! It's meh! I hope you liked this chapter, sorry for taking so long to get it out ;w; . Thanks for 1.1k reads btw!! I appreciate it, and I think you guys are awesome! :D