Criminals (FNAF AU)

Chapter 2: Sour Spaghetti

William Afton. Aged 37, was arrested for the murder of 5 children and was also tied to a sixth killing in the back alley of the local restaurant Fredbear's Family Diner.

He was the co-owner of the establishment alongside Henry Emily. He had a late wife which the cause of death is unknown, and three children. His youngest tragically died due to an accident and suffered a severe head injury, his second eldest also died of an accident and suffered from blood loss due to a sharp object puncturing her throat. The eldest went missing a few months after he was accused of the young one's death.

Stephanie sniffed at the sad tale. "Poor guy," she said and slowly placed a pretzel to her mouth, chewing it slowly.

She had been researching for a few days and had gathered quite a bit of information. The Freddy Fazbear Franchise had a couple of branches all set out across the state - the world even. All were owned by a separate manager of the large company.

They also had multiple services such as a renting and delivery service. Stephanie couldn't get any further details as they were lost and couldn't get any names. It's as if the government wanted to erase this man, his family, and his entire work from the world. If that's what they wanted to do they certainly succeeded.

As she read on further a big brown cat jumped onto her lap, blocking her view of her work. It had brown and black stripes across its body.

"Meatloaf, no!" she cried as she pulled the papers out from under the humungous fur ball. He didn't even flinch. "These pages are important and delicate. I can't have your big, fluffy body messing them up."

Meatloaf's sour face turned away from Stephanie and he smacked her face with his bushy tail. She spat as the hair went into her mouth.

"I'm taking that as an insult, mister," she said sternly. Her eyes trailed her room. Dozens of wrinkled and browned pages were scattered all over the bed and floor.  Finally her eyes fell on her bedside clock and widened.

"I'm going to miss dinner!" she yelped out and made Meatloaf jump out of her lap. He meowed deeply, showing clear signs of annoyance from being moved from his comfortable position.

Stephanie hurriedly moved around her room, stepping over her papers and mess, selecting an outfit and slipping into it. It was simple. A plain purple turtle neck, black jeans and sneakers. She tied her hair up into a messy, yet stylish bun and threw on a black coat.

"See you later, big boy," Stephanie called while grabbing her phone. She planted a quick fat kiss on the miserable cats forehead and darted out the door and into her car.

~*~

"Happy birthday Dad!!"

Stephanie squeezed her father tightly in their embrace.

"Thank you, Steph," he said. His tired blue eyes shone with loyalty through his years of working for the police force.

He had worked for 13 years as a police officer before an accident caused him to retire at the age of 42, about ten or so years ago. Stephanie could still remember how heartbroken he was to lose his job. She had never seen him like that since they had lost her mother at a younger age, but he was a strong man. He picked up quickly and his eyes have never glowed brighter.

"Come in! Come in!" The man ushered his daughter inside to escape the blistering cold. "I'm making spaghetti, your favourite."

"Ooo, sounds yummy," Stephanie said excitedly and closed the door behind them. She slipped out of her shoes and pushed them underneath a small table that stood there.

She saw as her father struggled holding the bowl heaped with spaghetti. Stephanie rushed over to help and soon the doorbell ran.

"Oh! I'll get it!" Stephanie called and quickly placed the large bowl down and rushed to the door, her father following close behind.