Robotic Human Love
Avery's POV
I drove home, my eyes clouding dangerously with unshed tears. 'Chica.' I thought as I pulled into the driveway. I got out of the car, walked up to the door and into my home.
The second the door closed, I slumped against and fell to the floor, letting the tears fall. 'You finally forced my hand and heart Chica. I've become desprite that I must now force my heart to become cold like their's.' I thought as I forced push myself up off the ground just as my mother came down the stairs and saw me. She must have knew in a second something was wrong for she came over to me concerned.
"Honey, what's wrong? Did something happen at work?" she asked. "Mom. Chica told me. She told me that you knew of the Nightmares. My friends." I said to her, not looking at her, rather finding the ground more interesting. "Avery, those things, the nightmares, your friends as you call them are not your friends. They are planing something bad! I have a feeling that you are being used for more then what they are telling you!" She cried to me.
I got angery at what she said for she doesn't know the whole story like I do...but...she is my mother. The woman who raised me for a long time alone. She's only looking after me, making sure I'm safe and not doing anything bad. I turn my head, looking at her. Her face covered in concern for me as she puts her arms around me as comfort. I frowned as I placed my hands on her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes.
"Mom, no matter what you say, I know the plans better. Everything will be fine I promise. But please, stay out of the way." I said to her. "I'm not trying to be mean or rude. Never. But I just want to make sure the nightmares don't ever find out someone outside of them and me know about what's going on. If they do, they will wipe your memeory of the whole thing or...make me do it. I can take what they dish out to me but you can't. You never trained with them. Please, just stay away from the whole thing and trust me. Everything will be fine, I'll be fine, the pizzeria will be fine, everyone will be fine. Just trust me on all this mom, please." I plead to her with my vocie breaking.
I have to play this role.
In order to keep all who I love safe I must be the villian of this story in order to be a hero if they deem me worthy to be as such. Her eyebrows knit together as she stares into me, letting my words sink in before just letting a sad, disappointed look fall onto her face.
"Avery, the nightmares are no good. I'm just trying to look out for you. You are a good preson, just please don't fall down the wrong path." She said. "I know mom and I apprecaite that you are. Just believe me when I say the nightmares are good, their plans are good. What I'm doing is good. I just need to get everything in line and there. Promise me you'll stay out of the way. Trust me." I plea to her once more, hoping that I was not hurting her. More than what I already when I first started to having to lie to her. We stood there silent before she sighed and nodded her head then smiling at me.
"I do trust you my dear Avery. You are a smart person like your father and grandfather before you. I mean your grandpa helped make the pizzeria, your father helped make sure they stayed in working order and now you fall in line with them. I mean you are an-" "I know!" I said cutting her off, not wanting to hear the cursed name. "I know mom. Smart just like them. Genius runs in the family blood strong right?" I asked with a laugh. She laughs along with me, still smiling.
"That's right dear. It sure does. Now promise you won't get hurt or hurt others alright?" She asked of me and it broke my heart to the point that after so many times of it breaking is there even anything left of it to break before going to dust? I could promise I won't PHYSICALLY get hurt, but so far my feelings are what's being hurt. I CAN'T promise that to no extent unless pushed to far I won't hurt the others in the pizzeria. I already have the makeshift tazer in my false arm, but again I pray I won't have to use it.
I already harmed Goldie and the other except my Chica to which I have to hurt now that I was pushed. So I false my best smile and nod my head, "Yeah mom. I promise. I won't hurt the others and I'll careful to not get hurt myself." I lied. She smiles and kisses me on the cheek, "Good girl. Now go get cleaned up while I go make us breakfest before I go to work and you to sleep." I nodded my head then went upstairs to do as my mother said.
3rd POV
It was late in the afternoon, turning evening with the sun falling below the horizen. A young person stood in the hallway of their home. They had gotten a call earlier that they no longer have to come into work due to the immedeit constrcustion of their workplace to make room for something new to be added and to have more room in general.
They stood under the hatch leading to their attic, well aware of what was up there. With a sigh they pulled the string, opening the hatch, letting the stairs fall down to the ground. They climbed up the stairs to a the low light room, filled with your classic boxes, books, a decorations but they were on the search for something in particuler. They stood in the attic but was had to be hunched over due to their tall height.
They walked to the far corner of the attic where there were boxes stacked on top of each other. They moved boxes about until they uncovered the one they were looking for. A box with the one name that basicly everyone knew, hated and feared. AFTON. They let out a battered breath, kneeling before the box, pulling it closer to them.
Once opened, the first thing one would see was an old purple night guard uniform. Same one worn by William Afton himself, when he first started to kill kids in the pizzeria all those years ago. The young person pulled the unifrom out of the box, still looking crisp and clean to this day. It even still had his old name tag and badge on it. Underneath the uniform was photo albums, dating back to when William was young all to his soon only child left, his oldest son was on his way to middle school.
There were also old blueprints, business books, the such one would find for running a business. The sight of all these things, memories brought thoughts to the young one. "There they are." "I wonder if they killed someone yet?" "I'm surprised they even have friends." "Won't be surprised if they kill them later." "I would date them because they are so cute but the last name though." "I know. They are cute but the name. They may kill their own kids if they haven't killed someone else's already." "Aftons. Killers all the same." "Why are the good looking ones, murders?"
These words bound around in their head. All the Jeers and remarks made all because of their last name. They sighed while shaking their head, clearing the words that only now leave a low numb feeling. "Not like them. My heart is different." They said before hearing someone calling them. "Honey? I'm home and brought dinner. Come on down and eat before you go to work." "Be right down mom! Give a minute!" They called before leaving the attic, uniform in hand to be placed in their room until the day it can be used again.
(A/N: Hello Bird fans, Sorry for not updating much. I promise to at least try to do so more with the others. But for now 2 people have connected the plan. I meant to put this in a prevous chapter but must have forgot. Anyway Dracosessa from Fanfiction only got part of the plan right for the Nightmares but fandiclover761 from Wattpad got the full skin of the plan right on it's 17th chapter! Congrats to both readers. Good luck to you both and all you readers out there! Sage Out~)