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16 October 1983
Michael pulled his jacket closer to himself as he entered Fredbears Family Diner. He's hated this place ever since the bite. After the bite he hated seeing the animatronics they were nightmare fuel for him. He knew it was his fault his sins came back to haunt him. As he looked around he saw less people than normal he ruined his father's business. Michael sighed walking through the dimly pizzeria that smelled of old stale pizza and regret.
He entered the backroom looking for his father. William didn't come home very often anymore. He would spend everyday working. Typically Michael had to fend for himself but William hadn't come home for three weeks this time and he was starting to get worried.
Michaels heart dropped as He entered the backroom. Fresh crimson blood covered the ground and there Springbonnie was standing over the body of a little blond girl with curly hair. The girls mouth was slashed and she had a knife sticking out of her stomach. Michael saw other bodies but he ran out too quickly to get a close enough look.
He felt a sense of dread In his chest. He knew Springbonnie saw him. Michael ran out of the pizzeria as quickly as possible. Everything was a blur as he ran home. Michaels mind was racing that couldn't be his father right? Michael knew it had to be William but he didn't want To believe it.
Michael ran up the stairs into his room in a panic he needed to leave. One problem he had nowhere to go and no one would believe him. Michael curled up on his bed what was he supposed to do. Soon the world faded away as he fell asleep finally the stress of what just happened faded away.
For the first time since Evan's death Michael slept peacefully, no nightmares, just blissful sleep. His sleep was ruined by someone calling his name from downstairs. “Michael-! I brought home dinner” It was of course William. Michael rubbed the sleep from his eyes and groggily walked downstairs.
William and Michael met eyes. William had a sickening sweet smile on his face. It was so off putting. William was unloading some shopping bags with actually good food. which was surprising because he typically only brings home bread and lunch meat for Michael. Unfortunately since he doesn't come home often he normally starves.
Switch to first person Michael pov cause why not :3
I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when father spoke up “So Kiddo I decided to make your favorite food” My favorite food? I thought to myself he was being too kind. It was so uncharacteristic. This couldn't be the same man who I saw murdering children.
“Ok Father.” I almost whisper back trying to collect my thoughts. Father smiled eerily, grabbing a pot from the cabinet.
Dinner was uncomfortably quiet. Father ate silently staring at a newspaper I picked at my food only taking a few bites. I started to feel dizzy. Everything was spinning. I look up at Father for help but all I see before I pass out is him smirking knowingly.
I awoke to the sound of a car engine and someone's hand in my hair. “Don't worry baby daddy is here” I heard my father's voice but it was much softer than normal. My eyes flutter open to my surprise. I was in my father's car. We were driving in an area I didn't seem to recognize. “Father . . .?” I mutter softly still groggy from. . ? Wait, I don't remember falling asleep “where am I?” I ask quietly.
“Hm? My car of course” father replied without missing a beat.
Even if father was a murderer his hand in my hair felt nice and I was still tired. I close my eyes again curling up in the seat. “There you go let the sedatives kick back in. .” Father said sweetly. It took me a few seconds to process what he had just said. “Wait what-?” I tried to get up but he must have drugged me pretty well because I couldn't bring myself to run from him but just like that I was fast asleep once again.
I felt soft cushions surrounding me. My eyes flutter open. It looked like I was in a normal living room except for everything that was heavily covered in dust. The place looked pretty abandoned but I was snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed my father sitting on a white armchair right next to me.
He was messing with a silverish blue liquid in a needle. His ears perked up noticing I was awake “hello Mikey” he said softly fumbling with the needle. My eyes narrow “where are we-?” I ask Panic rising in my voice. He looked up from his work for a moment and very casually said “we are currently in Idaho” My eyes widened had I really been out that long that we had driven all the way to Idaho. That was at least a day-long drive.
I watched as my father stood up, needle still in hand. I scooted back on the couch a bit “w-what's that for-?” I stammer. “Just something to help you” he replied softly, bringing the needle closer to my arm. I quickly swatted the needle away. His face darkened and he grabbed my arm in a tight hold “I c-can't lose you mikey-!” He said it sounded like he had completely lost it.
I flinch as he jabs the needle into my arm. It only hurt for a second but it still made tears well up in my eyes. To which father wiped away the tears with his thumb. “It's ok baby. . “ he said softly, still not releasing me from his hold. Father looked like he had completely lost it. There were dark circles under his eyes and his left eye would not stop twitching. His smile also just. . . didn't look right.