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It was the blistering summer of ‘83. Not much really happened around this part of town. Sure there were shops and restaurants, but nothing too exciting for a younger adult like yourself. It was either be seen as some childish teen who refused to grow up or be the young adult who already started to gray. You didn’t want to be either, so a boring life is what you chose more or less. Now if you were a kid, then you could go to a magical place where fantasy and fun come to life. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.
Kids just loved going there, even if the animatronics freaked the parents out a little. But the little ones couldn’t get enough of the moving animals, especially your little niece. It was her birthday today and she wanted you there.. despite your sibling’s protest. You see, you weren’t exactly the most… stable person in the world.
When the two of you were younger, you had a tendency to go about catching small creatures. And then you would kill and dissect them. Your parents thought you would be a veterinarian or maybe scientist of some kind. But no, you had no intentions of pursuing a path that saved lives. No, you were more interested in death and all the aspects that came with. It led you down a dark path, which led to an obsession with horror and a job at the local cemetery. You dealt with dead bodies all day, helping the mourning choose caskets and service options. Even going as far to help the owner embalm the dead when his hands wouldn’t stay steady.
Today was different though, you were determined to make your niece happy. Maybe her parents would let you stick around more if you did. But some unseen force wasn’t having it today. The restaurant was packed. Children running left and right. You could’ve sworn you saw one on the wall! Nonetheless, you pushed through the sea of children to find your favorite one. It wasn’t hard to actually spot her. The little girl was wearing a sparkly, pink dress with a birthday tiara. It was time for the band to sing her a song. But as you watched her excited form, you felt eyes on your back. The hair on your neck stood up as your eyes glanced around. You wouldn’t turn though, not wanting to give the person the satisfaction.
The party would go on without a hitch. Your niece had a blast, and she loved your gift: a Barbie with astronaut accessories. She had already opened it and made the plastic doll fly as her parents took her home. Most people had left already; it was late. You too were about to leave until something caught your eye. Some kind of wispy orb. It ducked in and out from an employee corridor. Curious, you crept towards the restricted area. Everyone was too busy cleaning and making sure kids paired with parents. What you saw next was… a sight.
You couldn’t make out exactly what you saw, but a small ghostly child pointed to a closed door. Gulping down a mix of emotions, you approached with soft footsteps. A commotion could be heard from inside, but what exactly was happening was held to the imagination. The first thing that hit you was the smell. Strong and metallic. Now it could just be oil for the machines, but there was a familiarity to it: blood. Hesitant at first, you pushed the door open. The smell hit you even harder. The sight… the scene before you was.. everything you imagined in your dreams. Cadavers were one thing, but seeing a real corpse.. it was exhilarating.
The small body was already paling, a gash across her throat. No life in her dull, green eyes. Something in you wanted to get closer, feel the cold skin, maybe even taste what fresh blood there was. Before you could delve on your fantasy, someone cleared his throat. Your eyes slowly moved towards the sound. A man in black slacks and a dark purple shirt. A stained shirt at that. His hands were covered in blood and arms had scratches. Dark eyes watched yours, observing your very being.
“Well, well. I wasn’t expecting to kill again so soon.” He had the smile of a madman. Something about him felt off.. twisted. Before you could talk, he grabbed your shoulder and shoved you against the wall. The still bloodied knife pressed against your exposed neck. “Such a waste of a pretty face” he almost purred into your ear. “Too bad it’ll be mangled soon~”
Something in you snapped. Not a fight or flight response. It felt.. euphoric. “How?” You strained out, not wanting the blade to cut as you spoke. The question almost startled him, not expecting you to be so relaxed. The knife was moved back so you could continue. “How did you do it? Lure her without anyone seeing or questioning?” Your eyes were full of curiosity, full of passion. It was so unexpected, your attacker stepped away to soak in your questions. He grinned with a chuckle.
“Now I get it.. you’re like me. Well, let’s just say, when you tell them you know Freddy and the band personally, they’ll follow you without question.” His lifeless eyes flicked to the body. “Hmm.. if I let you live… how about I see you here tonight at midnight?”
You didn’t hesitate to agree. “Anything you want, Mr….”
His grin widened. “Afton. William Afton. I’ll be seeing you soon, my little..” He began to lead you to a nearby door.
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” You smiled and looked back as he ushered you out through a back door. Good thing too. You could hear a mother crying out for her missing daughter.
What felt like days was really hours. You tossed and turned in your bed, waiting for the clock to move faster. The scenario just kept playing over and over in your head. Memories turned into fantasies. Soon, it went from seeing William over the body to you. Finally, your clock turned its hands to 11:40. If you left now, you’d be at the restaurant right at midnight. Slipping on your best inconspicuous clothes, you headed out for the unsuspecting building.
William was ready. He had prepared the body to be stuffed into one of his creations. It seemed fitting to put her into Chica. The bird was open and ready to be filled. The man grinned wickedly and placed his wedding band next to a bottle of champagne. He didn’t think it was possible. To find someone else infatuated with death like him. Oh if only he wasn’t married already. A knock pulled him from his thoughts. You were here.
It didn’t take you long to figure out what he wanted to do. But what caught you off guard was the candlelight and alcohol. “Uh.. what’s all this?”
William grinned and ushered you to the open animatronic. “Something truly magical. This is a special moment for us, so why not have a little fun? Maybe even a small.. date?” His fingers caressed your shoulders, lingering up to your neck for a moment.
The heat rushed to your cheeks. You just met this man, but there was something charismatic about him. Something that lured you in and wouldn’t let go. “A d-date?” Your voice cracked unintentionally, causing your flustered features to go up a shade.
“Why else would I share such a private matter with you? Maybe we can even have.. a little fun?” He leaned close to your head, whispering the last part in such a breathy way, that it sent goosebumps over every part of you. He didn’t need to lay a single finger on you. You were already putty for this killer.
“I think I’d like that.” Your vibrant orbs looked to his. If you didn’t know better, they were glowing with a light purplish hue.
“Shall we?” He guided your hands to a knife. “I’m sure you know how to use this little thing.” The next hours were spent cutting the body’s edges. Most of the parts wouldn’t fit between the gears, so you had to make the puzzle pieces smaller. To say it wasn’t fun would be a lie. The two of you would laugh, share your experiences of animal abuse, and get a little buzzed on alcohol. Your clothes were a beautiful, bloody mess.
By the time you two were done, it was a bloody masterpiece inside Chica’s inner workings. William took the glass of champagne from your bloodied hands to rest them in his. “This won’t be the last time we do this, my little killer. I want you to be my partner in crime.” He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the wrist. Red smeared onto his face. “That is.. if you wish to kill next time.” His eyes gleamed with dark intent. Without missing a heartbeat, you said yes and started a killing spree no one would soon forget…