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William Afton blinked the safe room into clearity as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. The last thing he remembers is the children's souls, staring down at him unabashedly while he screamed in pain as the stupid Bonnie suit springlocked him. Fuck himself for never trying to fix it.
Speaking of the suit...
He looked over to his right and there it was, just sitting there, not moving, not doing anything. It was just ...there.
His body was there too, inside of it. Somehow, though, he himself was not.
William had never believed in ghosts before, that is, not until those little shits had chased him in here. Now, as he found himself to potentially be one, he figured he had no choice but to believe in them.
His train of thought was cut off by a bubbly yet quiet voice.
"You're finally awake. I've been waiting here forever for you to wake up."
William's head snapped to his left, where a young child - a girl with dark, shoulder-length hair - sat staring at him. He knew her.
"Charlotte?" She nodded. "The other kids have just started calling me Charlie. I don't mind." "The other kids?" "Yeah, the other kids that you killed and stuffed into animatronic suits." Charlie deadpanned. "Yeah, those kids." William grimaced. "And they're all still here?" "Yep! They're my friends!" "Oh, are they now?" William paused, then figured he should ask the question that was nagging at the back of his mind. "Are any of you -or us- tied to the suits?" Charlie shook her head. "No. We can posses them if we want, but we don't have to." "Ah." He would save his question of why for another time, he supposed. "You said the kids are here, correct?" Charlie tilted her head, confused as to why he was asking this again, then nodded. "Alright, what about my kids? Is Elizabeth here? C.C.? What happened to Michael?" "Well, I don't know what happened to Mikey or Liz, but C.C. is here." Williams heart skipped a beat. So what if not all of his children were present, one of them was! Even that was a start. "Where is he?" "Probably with the other kids. Let's go find them!" Caught up with the excitement that was seeing his youngest son for the first time since 1983, William forgot about the pure dread that was seeing the restless, most likely angry, resentful spirits of the other children he murdered in cold blood.
"Alright," he stood up, more easily than usual, probably because of a lack of physical body,"let's go find the other kids."
Charlie stood up as well. Grabbing his wrist, she nearly dragged him through the wall of the safe room and down the hall, heading straight to the party room.
'Well' he thought to himself,'here goes nothing.'