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“Where, where am I .” Taking a look at his surroundings William Afton was greatly confused after all he was just back where it all started safe in his creation from those horrible specters. But now here he was in the woods dressed in his old purple uniform. “Bloody hell is there a gas leak in the building?” Standing up on shaky legs the 48 year old man braced himself against the dark bark of the tree. “Ugh, this tree feels too real just where the hell did those lingering twats do to me.”
“ARRGHH!!!”
Turning his head over to the scream in the distance for a brief second William saw the red form of a man shaking off an axe then they proceeded to run off. “It appears that I’m not alone in these woods.” He muttered. “Or safe.”
Ducking down into the nearby bushes, the older man took stock of his environment as he slowly moved through the woods taking note of the various structures littered throughout and for some reason. “ A generator?” William muttered in confusion as he approached the red contraption that was seemingly connected to nothing and as the man approached the gen he heard rustling coming from nearby.
“Woah lookie what we have here.” A smug voice spoke up and William scrunched up his face as he looked at the new man dressed in rags and eyes covered in sunglasses. “Name Ace Visconti, new guy and unfortunately I gotta welcome you to our small piece of hell. Now put 'er there.”
Staring down at the outstretched out like it killed his children, the Brit let out a puff of air. “Afton. William Afton, owner of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzera.” Reluctantly shaking Ace’s hand, William quickly let go and wiped it off on his pant leg as he watched this so-called Ace move to the gen and began working on it. “Just what on earth are you doing? This generator isn’t connected to anything, you're wasting your time trying to repair it.”
Laughing off Afton’s scathing remarks, the dirty gambler looked at him with a smug smile. “Well if ya think it's so useless how about you come over and help me out real quick so that way I can explain just what the hell's going on around here. Kay.”
“Fine.” Crouching low to the ground, William was a bit surprised that he didn’t feel an ache when bent his body after all he was nearing fifty years of age but that was a question for later. “Now as you promised, explain what’s going on.”
“Well it’s all elementary my dear Willy.” Visconti began putting on a terrible British accent much to William’s ire. “You see we all have been dragged into this hellscape by an evil entity where we are forced to suffer by being chased by horrifying killers and put on meat hooks but oh give me a sec.” Pausing for a moment to focus more on the generator, William idly watched as the machine lit up with a loud whirl. “But if we light up five generators we can open up a big ass gate and escape.”
“And escape to where exactly?” The Brit questioned as he stood up to look at the lit up gen with a look of apprehension.
Chuckling a bit at Afton’s face, Ace beckoned the man. “Oh home sweet campfire of course! Unfortunately we haven’t found a way out of this place yet.”
Putting his face into his palm, William felt his irritation grow stronger and stronger at the current situation. Here he was a genius who revolutionized robotics, got away with murder and discovered a path to immorality being told that he was trapped in hell with some American junkie. ‘God this really is my personal hell.’
BaBump
BaBump
“What is that?” He muttered low underneath his breath as he tried to peer through the darkness of the forest.
“What’s wrong Willy? Is the beautiful sounds of nature starting to serenade you.” Ace joked.
Giving the American a look that clearly made him feel stupid for making that joke. William listened closer as the heartbeat started to get closer. “No it’s not that, you fool. I believe I’m hearing some sort of heartbeat in the distance.”
And just like that all the smug glee on Ace’s face vanished. “Wait, you can hear it from this far?” Seeing William nod his head, the American’s face started to pale a little but he pushed through it and began moving deeper into the woods with William following. “Well shit it’s good thing you mentioned this now means we get a little bit of headstart and after seeing what that mechanical fucker did to Dwight I’m not interested in getting done in by that little fuc-ARGHH!” Ace’s words were cut off as something attached itself to his leg.
“Get Em Bon-Bon!” A shrill voice called out from the woods and glancing down to see what grabbed Ace, William was stunned to see the blue Bonnie hand puppet he made for Funtime Freddy.
“Shit! Shit!” Desperately kicking his leg in an effort to jostle the puppet off him, Ace turned over to Afton. “Jesus Willy don’t just stand there! Help a guy out!”
Quickly snapping out of his confusion the Brit moved to help only due to the fact he still needed answers. “Blasted thing.” He spoke as he began prying the animatronic off the American’s leg but as he did he took notice of the loud heartbeat emanating from the puppet. ‘I can’t focus on that, not when Freddy is still out-’
“Hello birthday boy!” That same shrill voice spoke again but this time closer and with a quick glance behind Ace, William felt time stop as he looked at the big gleeful smile plastered on his oldest son’s face as he brought down the fire-axe he was wielding right onto Ace’s shoulder.
Slash
“AHHHH!” Not even hearing the scream bellowed from the American as he took off running in the other direction with a gash in his shoulder, Afton felt frozen as he stared into the purple eyes that didn’t belong to his bastard of a son.
“Heyyy what’s wrong, birthday boy?” Michael cooed in a voice that wasn’t his as something underneath his skin moved in tandem with the rest of his body as he moved closer to William. In fact taking stock of his form this thing couldn’t possibly be his son after all Michael didn’t have green corpse like skin or a gaping hole in his stomach filled with wires. “Something catch your eye?”