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You sighed as you caressed Evan's hair, tears flowing down his face as he hugged his teddy bear.

Usually he would come from school crying, eat dinner crying or even go to play at the garden crying; even without Michael constantly bullying now that well, he stayed living with William- Evan would still be stuck to his old habits of constantly excluding himself and crying in order to escape his reality.
Out of the 3 kids you gave birth to, he was the only one to take your hand when you and William explained to the kids what was going on, and he didn't let go until you two were settled in your old mom's house;

He didnt even doubt it, he instantly went for you, because he knew you were going to protect him, he trusted you. You basically freed him from his nightmares, his young mind slowly finding peace each night you would let him crawl to your bed whenever he couldn't sleep.

And in your honest opinion? You were also kind of relieved, as a single mother and raising other 2 kids more with your salary would have been a death sentence, and Evan wasn't the type to ask for much toys, since his room was already filled with them, and was pretty quiet. And all the days you got home late from work he would be already under the covers of your bed with his flashlight on, waiting for you to arrive.

Evan was like keeping a hamster pet, your house being the cage. He had enough autonomy to prepare himself breakfast and warm up the food you leave for him before you head to work, your job mostly consisting of giving him the support and love he needs.
It's not like William ever visited him.

Meeting with him was....rare, odd... It feels weird now that in a moment you thought it would be a good idea to marry him, not finding anything attractive on him nowadays; all that he did was give you alimony and go back to his own world, and telling you a bit about Elizabeth and Michael.

Michael was a rebellious teen and Elizabeth was still as innocent and pure, always ready whenever you picked her up from William's place to spend the weekend with you.

Eventually he seemed to get out of his shell, but only with you. Still, you couldn't be happier.

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You knew the moment he was handled to you, a tiny baby, that he was going to be hard to raise.

Perhaps it was the fact that whenever you tried to feed him he would try to swallow the spoon or spit the food in your face, or the fact that the first moment you got tired and left him in another room so you can sleep he literally learnt how to walk so he can go to your room-

When he was about 4-5, he got some salt and ice and put it in your arm when you were sleeping, afterwards he did the same on him so now you two share more of a "bond", you didn't even knew how he realized what salt and ice did!

He definetly got William's smarts, wether it was making huge creations with his legos just to throw them at your face later or how he managed to befriend a rat.

Even if he was a devil at heart, he never leaves your side; if you even try to go to the bathroom alone he will cry his lungs out and then break pretty much everything;

He also likes to sleep in your same bed, or if he still has to sleep in his crib you have to go there with him until he falls asleep.

It's not until his teenage years that he starts giving you the space you much needed, and his company near you being of course more moderate, not loud and mischief.

When the Evan accident happens, i feel like he will spend days where he can't let go of you, and all he talks about is how he didn't mean for that to happen, how it was just a joke. That is when Michael leaves once and for all his bad habits, including the obsession he had for his dad's work.

Even if he is a momma's boy if asked he will say he prefers William, but don't take it to heart, he needs the approval of his father (which he will probably never get).

Timeskip to once William is on springtrap and Michael is going to work on Fazbear Frights.

You aren't going to lie, when William got free because there was lack of evidence you started praying to every god for him to die or something. He disseapeared! Wo hoo!

You also kept your distance with Henry and anything involved in Fazbear Family Dinner, so Charlie's death was the only time you spoke directly to Henry and his wife.

Ok so, now, Michael is an adult, and you are on your older years.

Along with him finally taking out a nicer personality (as we can see in SL, his neighbourhood liked him a lot) he brought you to live with him, since being a widow and all day watching TV wasn't exactly cool.

So now you stood all day watching TV at his place lol, but at least the place where lives is very nice, making friends with other people your age and by the end of the night sharing a meal with your son.

He is a lot more kind and quiet now, and helps you to get on your bed and get tucked in.

If you are having difficulty with it as well i picture him as the kind of son that will use money of his own pocket to buy you a wheelchair or medicine for the pain you might be feeling, also will search for photos of your younger years so you can tell him the stories at dinner.

He will even put bars on the bathroom so you can go shower more comfortably! He doesn't care what it is, if it means you spending your final years more comfortable he will do so.

So, here's the biggest show of his love for you. If he has to choose between listening to his undead father or you, he will probably choose you, and even if it is hard he will leave Fazbear Family Dinner behind to rot once and for all.

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You dragged Michael by his ear towards Evan's room, it was around 4 PM.

You had recently arrived from grocery shopping to find out Elizabeth had gone with William to his work, and that Michael instead of taking care of Evan was with his friends, the small group in his room laughing about how they scared Evan to the bone just a few minutes ago.

So, using the power raising 3 kids has given you, all it took was a stare and all of Michael's friends were already leaving to their houses, their heads down and begging you to not tell their parents.

Once the door closed, you ran once again to Michael's room, took the Foxy mask away from his head and threw it to god knows where- grabbing him by the ear.

Once you were in front of Evan's room, you gently knocked, only to hear him crying; so opening the door and entering slowly while dragging Michael behind you (you could hear him puffing and insulting the air) you came closer yo Evan who was on the foot of his bed crying his heart out, cheeks red from the acidic tears.

You kneeled and pushed Michael to your side, giving him the look of apologize-or-get-grounded ; not really living much options to him.

His apologies consisted more of a tap on the shoulder and a "sorry" between teeth, but it was better than nothing.

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You tried to breath.

Your throat felt raspy, dry, uncomfortable.

Your eyelids heavy.

You tried calling for daddy, you didn't care if he got mad at you, you just wanted to hug him and never let go, to tell him one of his machines hurt you.

But you felt something weird when you realized that you didn't even need to breath, there was no uncomfortable feeling if you didn't try to inhale air.

Your whole body felt stiff, and when panic should be taking over you, you felt no rush in your veins. You didn't feel veins at all.

Everything was numb, replaced by a small shock of energy flowing inside you.

You finally opened your heavy eyelids, and terror set in your mind.

You couldn't move your body, and moving your eyes felt like moving boxes full of silverware, taking a lot of effort. In front of you, was you, ironically.

More like your tiny frame, cold and dead; a red pool underneath you; a deep wound in your back.

Strangely, you never looked so peaceful; your face was relaxed, your position as if you chose to lay in the cold tiles of the pizzeria.
All you saw besides you was the shadow of a man talking to himself trying to justify what he did, how it was "revenge". Clink. The sound; it activated your "new body", you felt a buzz throughout your whole body, your back stiffening and even adding to your already new tall stature.

The man jumped at the sound of your sistem starting- quickly re-falling onto his panicked state.

But you felt empty now, your mind focussed on this new sensation; free but at the same time caged in one of your dad's creations.

,,Isn't it lovely, isn't it cruel?"

The man seemed to snap out of it and turn back to his morality, regret written all over his face as he kneeled next to your body, shaking you and using all of his last pieces of hope to see if by any miracle you were still alive, but you stayed there; cold and stiff. Like your dad's machines.

The door opened and the man quickly pushed aside and dashed outside, a random staff member realizing of your body and quickly calling everybody.
You looked at all the people trying to peek a glance; your sight now was different, you instantly knew who they were, their criminal record, etc.

Soon cops arrived, and many other people in uniforms to investigate the scene.

But your daddy never arrived; if you were able to cry perhaps a tear would have escaped.
You were surrounded by strange people.

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Evan was tired, scared, horrified.

The Nightmare Animatronics kept appearing, kept harassing him, night after night.

"Tomorrow is another day"

It was his only hope.

It was always night, the nightmares kept repeating, the awful pain on his head.

He didn't want to remember, there's things best sealed.

Specially, about you; why did you leave them? He missed you, every single day, he missed when you would go and tell him everything is alright, that tomorrow is another day. Those rainy days where you would sit with him by the window to count the umbrellas on the street.
How you teached him how to sew, and when he pinched his fingers and cried you kissed his finger and applied a band aid.

You never raised your hand at him, you spoke softly to him and your love was stronger than any bad thing.

How you would debunk the scary stories Michael told him, and at the end always check on his closet for Michael possibly hiding to scare him.

In his eyes, you were the strongest, the most beautiful, you were an angel sent to earth.

He missed the warmth of your hugs.

He didn't want to remember your funeral; but it was imprinted on his mind.
You had such a peaceful face, and you wore your best clothes, flowers in your cold hands; the coffin was white and looked the most comfortable bed on the universe, the way you fit in it made it look more as if you were an angel.
He wished he could have crept inside there and be buried with you.

It was on his fifth night on this never ending nightmare, when the clock was about to click he heard a soft knock on the door, light emiting beneath it, day light.
His head ache slowly began fading, the more he got closer to the door, the lighter his body felt.
His small hand touched the dorn knob, and he peeked throught the gap between the door and the frame, seeing a face he instantly recognized. Your's.

You had a small smile and eyes filled with sadness, and he instantly knew what was going on now; you had come to save him.
Kneeling down you opened your arms, and the moment Evan threw himself to your arms everything became white.

The chest with many locks in front of him was now open.

Sometimes remembering is necessary.

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You saw how Elizabeth idolized Baby from your husband's work, but you knew how dangerous those machines were, so you along with your husband did all in your hands to keep your three children away.

Elizabeth was the hardest, since she would always find a way to sneak from your sight to go search for Baby whenever she was performing- there was a reason for this.

Elizabeth LOVED soft icecream, she could have the worst tantrum but all you had to do was to get her for some icecream and she would be jumping around in her usual happy self as if she wasn't calling her brother a crybaby minutes ago-

You brushed her long copper hair as she hummed happily, playing with the dolls you recently bought her. William had pushes of the machines he worked with, you got her one of Mangle/Toy Foxy after insisting on William to let her have it! He was really strict when it came to the kids being around animatronics, shit, the reason why your kids had so many Fazbear toys was because of your insisting to William.
He was serious when it came to work, yet whenever he was near people his attitude did a whole 360°, changing to your local family father. She would love whenever you arrived to her room with her Mangle toy figure fixed -for the 100th time she has broken it-, and she would hand you another doll so you two can play in her room for a while<3 She is a huge fan of when you manage to get her brothers to get along and you have family dinners without fighting. While William has a strict face, Michael is trying to eat with his Foxy mask on and kicking Evan under the table, Elizabeth is preparing a small plate with toy food for Evan's Fredbear plushie. In her eyes, you are the princess and her father is the frog that still has to become a prince for you; as much as she loves her dad she knows you are too good for him!

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His face was on your neck as you felt him grasp onto your shirt as if his life depended on it, his tears and runny nose staining the neck of your shirt as well.
His face was red, his hair all messy.

You rubbed small circles on his back as you waited for him to calm down on his own- every man had a weakness, his? The success of his best friend Henry, William was supossed to be the smarter, the one that had a brighter future.

Henry was weird, he always was with his head on the clouds and would lock himself on the office to design for hours and hours- yet, he had everything William had to get.

Henry had a daughter named Charlie, who loved him dearly and was always helping others, as well as being smart for her short age.

William instead had 3 kids, the oldest was a good for nothing bully. The middle one was a crybaby that would scream and always be a headache. Last one was Elizabeth, who was always happy and chipper but more dumb than a stick, her brain having no sense of not coming close to dangerous things such as William's machines.

You were the only one that could understand him- he knew that the day you two touched for the first time.
You would always deal with his mess up's.

Whenever any of the kids misbehaved you would make them shush with your motherly behaviour, being as if an angel was inside of your body. You would prepare him the beast meals and always smile at him- always do your best for him.

The way your breathing slowed whenever you fell asleep next to him, how you did so good when giving birth to his children- he had to somehow immortalize your beauty.
And he knew exactly how to do so.

It took lots of thinking and planning, but Baby's Circus was the ideal place.

He had recently finished the blue papers for the animatronics, and he had sent the pieces to be made- he created one with your beauty and elegance.
He even asked you for a name he could give to the animatronic.

"Ballora", you said- your face with a small blush as you appreciated your husband's attempts at incorporating you on his new bussiness.

You were all grieving after Evan's tragic death- the house a lot more empty now.

Elizabeth had taken a liking to Baby- currently there was a birthday taking place on the installations of the new bussiness your husband had.
That's when you saw Elizabeth coming closer to Baby, who was offering an ice-cream; so before she got any closer to the metal machine you called for her, reprimanded her because she knew very well she wasn't allowed near the animatronics her dad built.

As you saw her ran off to somewhere else to play, something caught your attention, a music box. It couldn't come from Baby, as the machine walked towards the group of children to keep up her show- the music came from the Parts And Services room.

You walked towards there, the music never fading from your ears, was one of the employees fixing a music box? Well, no.

As you entered you found the Ballerina- "Ballora", which William named after your suggestion. Her face plates were open as well as her chest, showing a curious void inside it were something could perfectly fit- as if it was made to storage something.

Since you were so bussy inspecting the dancing ballerina you didn't notice the shadow of William creeping up behind you- his knife soon plunging deep within your chest, right in your lung.

The music box now resonated hard inside your brain, the pain and the realization being numbed by it.

"Marriage D'Amor"- that was the name of the music coming from the Ballerina, it was your favorite piece of music.

The one you danced with William the day of your wedding.

Soon, you would wake up in your new body- which would play all day long your favorite song, which you would dance until your mechanism would ran out of battery forever; paying for the sin of loving an evil man such William.

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William gave your head a few pats, his eyes showing nothing but love, true love.

You were the light of his life, ever since he first carried you on his arms when you were nothing but a small baby he realized you would be different than any other person he had met- you would understand him.

It started with his first murder, Charlie.
You were staring at him from afar as he did the job, a small lollipop in your hand and afterwards you gave him a small handlerchief so he could clean his hands from the blood.
When the police questioned you, you gave them fake leads, making William's life a lot easier-

And so as he kept leaving his bloody trail, you were at his side, with your candy in hand and with the other holding his, you always gave him loving stares and never judged him; you were the perfect child.
He could forget about his other kids, all he needed was to hear your laughter as he saw you play with your new toys or how you would doodle drawings of the animatronics.

You were about 8-9, and by your small age you already were proving to be the perfect child he had wished for.
You would guide the children to him, give them the fake sense of trust; you would stare as William stuffed the bodies inside the animatronics, your curious gaze as to why your father did those things never crossed to disgust or such, always ending in you calling him silly if he left some sort of evidence laying around!

You also had a huge love for his animatronics; he saw how your face turned softer and your smile grew as you would see the animatronics sing or act, and that always gave him the motivation to keep going on.

He had decided how to make you happy, for ever- and to make you stay by his side forever as well. Always stuck in that same age of happiness, so that you could be his princess/prince, and your smile was never to fade away. He asked you your favorite animal, color, accessory, etc; he made a animatronic just for you; tailored specifically to held your death body perfectly, to receive your soul and keep you perfect to the end of times.

The hardest part would be to take your life from your body; but he had to do it! He had to be strong for his little baby.

He had showed you the animatronic, and you were so excited and happy! Your laughter gave him such happiness, your little jumps of joy giving his non existent heart warmth; the hug you gave him afterwards made him want to cry of happiness.

Then, he prepared a bath for you, were he washed your hair with the products his wife used, so that it became more shiny and the smell of honey would perdure more in it; he used the best soap and even had your favorite music in the background as he gave you a good wash. Afterwards, he told you to dress up in your favorite clothes- tonight was a special night for you two!
You chose your costume from last Halloween and jumped at him, your smile bigger than ever.

Now, it was time to say goodbye- but not forever, just until you would be in your new body.

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You were still smiling at him knife plunged deep in your chest- you still smiled as you gave your last breath, small tears leaving your eyes as you whispered to your dad how excited you were to wake up in your new body- how you would always be by his side.

Your body fit so well inside the metallic animatronic, just showing off how much effort William had added into the making of it, it would perfectly hid the smell of decay and use you as a endoeskeleton along with the normal one all machines had.

He smiled once the job was done. Deep inside his broken being there was a small piece of his heart still alive, only for you.

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You stared at yourself on the large mirror in your room.

It felt like watching shit in a bag, your facial expression morphing onto pure disgust and your throat already giving you signs to let the floor taste some of what you had for breakfast today.

You didn't even knew when it started, one day you were in your 12th birthday, the clothes Ms Emily chose for you looked like the most fashionable thing in the world- but next morning you woke up it was as if your whole body had done a twist.

Your mind wandered to places it had never went to before.

"You are replacing your mother"
"Your legs look too fat"
"The boys at school say you are built like a egg"

After your mother had went off to heaven, Ms Emily had become your mother figure, since your dad worked all day with Mr Emily, and after their child also went to heaven she also found comfort in taking care of you.

But since then years had passed- you had grown a lot more and now you were mature enough to stay alone in the house, both your younger siblings death- being you and Michael the only ones left alive at home.
William wasn't exactly a charming father- the smell of cigarrete and cologne leaving a disgusting mix of depression on his already bad looks. He barely even looked at you anymore, only talking to you to wash the dishes or do something in the house.

And neither William really cared, as harsh as it sounds- depression, anxiety, all those things meant new generation bullshit in his head, new diseases invented for kids nowadays to just lay on their backs doing nothing. Turning the face whenever the teachers at school would warn him about the decreasing mental state of both his kids, his way to fix it being yelling at you and Michael back at home and ocassionaly hitting one of you.

But it was all meaningless things that teenagers your ages could handle- it wasn't until one day on his way to wake you up to drop you off at school that he noticed the different scars along your body.
It resembled his own- of course, his being product of work accidents, but by the inexperience of the cuts, variating in length and healing state it was obvious you were inflicting them on yourself- his mind couldn't really understand what was guiding you to this behaviour.

You woke up to William with a cigarrete on his mouth as he sat on the edge of your bed- band aids and a small box of first aid next to him as he took care the best way he could, applying some alcohol and band over the open wounds in your body.

He didn't even look at you as he "fixed" your injuries- neither did he look upset. It was almost as seeing him work on his machines, his face void of emotion and his hands working on auto pilot.

William hated kids with a burning passion- but when he compared his own scars to yours? He realized then, you were tough- perhaps tough enough as to help him with his "goals" in life.
So he started this new project; fixing you on his own way.