"Hey, Miles. I miss you."

Miles B. Afton

1979-1983

"I haven't been here to visit in so long... I don't know if that makes me a bad sister or not."

Riley stared down at the headstone in front of her, as though she expected to actually get a response, to hear the voice of her dead brother cut through the air.

But of course, it instead remained silent.

Truth be told, this trip felt almost pointless to her. It wasn't like there was even an actual body in the grave. Miles was never found. After the nurse who had seen her dad pull the plug on Miles returned from getting help, they were both gone.

Eventually, William was found, but he died before they could get any answers out of him. He was buried in a different cemetery. Thank Scott.

This was the closest that Riley could get to visiting Miles and talking to him now.

"I hope you're doing okay wherever you ended up," she said. "Not a lot's happened since the last time I was here. I finally managed to pull my shit together and get my GED. Moved back here like a week ago. Mom tried convincing me not to, but she eventually gave up.

"Scott knows why I wanted to come back here so badly, but I'm not...really regretting it. It's not horrible here. Not anymore.

"You remember that video store we used to go to pretty much every Friday? The one with the cardboard cutout of that horror movie villain that you were always scared to get close to? I guess they tore it down a while ago and replaced it with a pizza place that does live entertainment. I got a job there.

"Michael started working at some autobody shop a while ago. But you probably already know that, since he comes here every month..."

Riley sometimes wondered if Miles would still be alive if she hadn't let their dad intimidate her into silence.

Probably.

Sammy would probably be alive too. This was the cemetery he was buried in too, wasn't it?

Yes, she could actually see his headstone in the row ahead.

Samuel J. Emily

1978-1983

They had found him dead behind the restaurant that had birthed the Fazbear franchise: Fredbear's Family Diner.

It was the very same establishment that Miles had gotten horribly injured in, which led to a long-lasting shutdown.

Riley wondered if it was still standing.

She could remember Michael constantly running off and going there after it had happened. It was his own way of torturing himself about it.

And she would be a damn liar if she said that she didn't still slightly resent her older brother for what he had done. You'd never catch her telling him that, though. The two of them never talked even talked about the incident.

Then there were the five kids that they had found stuffed inside the animatronic mascots at one of the chain's other restaurants. Riley had learned about them through the news reporters that had swarmed her and her family after William died. She could probably find them here too if she looked. She still remembered their names.

Gabriel Flint, Fritz Smith, Susie Denbrough, Jeremey Fitzgerald...

There were so many people in this cemetery because of her dad. And they were all children.

He was such a piece of shit.

Riley drew an uneven breath.

She...

She should've...

She should've known that she wouldn't be able to handle this so soon after moving back. She should leave. This was a bad idea and she knew it.

Riley always ignored the voice in her head when it told her that something was a bad idea, didn't she?

She looked down at her crossed arms, eyes automatically drawn to the faded, vaguely star-shaped scar on the back of her left hand.

Riley never learned.

She pushed that hand up the right sleeve of her jacket, where she could feel more scars on her arm.

So stupid.

"I'll be back sometime, Miles. I've gotta go."

The gate creaked as she pushed it back open and stepped onto the sidewalk.

Riley and Miles were conversing about something or another, but their voices were almost nothing but a dull hum to Elizabeth because she was paying so little attention.

She, almost habitually, glanced over at them about every five minutes, but most of her focus was on the illusion disc in her hand. For the past hour or so, she had been repeatedly rolling the disc across her knuckles like one might do with a coin.

Eyes on her. Elizabeth could feel eyes on her now. She looked over at Riley and Miles again. Judging by the expectant look on Miles' face, he had just asked Elizabeth a question. Rather than asking him to repeat himself, she just raised an eyebrow.

"How long have you been around?"

Elizabeth shrugged in response.

"You've got no idea?" Riley asked.

"There's no windows down here. No clocks. The newest calendars you can find lying around are from the '80s. Little happens. Everything drags. I am not allowed out without permission, which I only very rarely receive. It's difficult to keep track."

Riley gave Elizabeth another one of those searching looks that she was starting to hate.

"Huh. I suppose since neither of us really has a sense of time anymore, that your question will have to remain unanswered."

A door elsewhere in the facility opened and was promptly slammed shut. Father was back.

"Speaking of venturing out..." Elizabeth muttered. "Soon, it will only be you and Miles in here, Ms. Blake. Not that it will matter, since you will not be conscious."

The volume of Riley's voice dropped so there was no chance that Father would hear her. "What are you two planning on doing?"

Elizabeth tilted her head to the side, mimicking the redhead's quiet tone. "Why do you want to know?"

"Color me curious about what kinds of fucked up things William gets up to when he isn't busy killing his own relatives," Riley replied. "And if I find whatever you say to be so despicable that I'd want to put a stop to it, it's not like I'd be able to anyway so you don't have to worry about that."

Elizabeth stopped her fiddling with the disc, letting it slip from between her pinky and ring finger and land with a soft clink on the arm of the metal chair she was sitting on. "Father is dying tonight. And then he is coming back."

"So he wants to be like me and Miles, eh?"

"Yes. Just like you two."

"He really is—"

The sound of footsteps growing close became audible and the conversation came to a dead halt.

Father walked into the room with a power drill in his hand and stopped right in front of Riley. "I have to leave and get something important done. But before I do, I'd like to know if you want to apologize for earlier." He raised up his free hand, which was partially covered by a large bandage.

Elizabeth frowned. She wasn't actually sure what had occurred earlier since she had once again been sent off to do something else while Father talked with Riley.

The drained look on the redhead's face had been replaced with a defiant mask before he had even entered the doorway. She put on a smile, one that was admittedly pretty convincing. "No, I'll bite you again if your hand gets close enough to my face."

"Defiance will only make this whole process more painful for you. I hope you realize that." Father raised up the drill and squeezed the trigger. As the tool's distinct whirring sound permeated Elizabeth's head, she took note of the look in his cold eyes, which was one she was fairly familiar with.

Despite the fact that the look was not directed at her, she still felt an almost automatic spike of dread shoot through herself.

"If I get to cause you even a fraction of the pain that you caused my family and others, then I could not give less of a damn what you put me through. Put that drill bit through my skull if you want, I don't care. It's not like I'm not used to feeling pain at the hands of you, anyway."

Father was quiet for a moment. "You'll change your tune soon enough." And before Elizabeth could start to properly digest that exchange, his eyes found her next. "Power everything off and meet me in the other room."

And then he was gone.

Elizabeth promptly stood up and headed over to the stack of machinery beside her counterpart.

Her hand hovered next to the switches for a moment and she looked back over at Riley, who could not tell that she was doing so because her face was hidden behind her hair.

There was something that Elizabeth was slowly growing more tempted to ask.

But eventually, she decided against saying anything. It could wait a little bit longer because Father probably would not.

While flicking all of the necessary switches, Elizabeth looked towards Miles. "You're not happy with this, are you?"

"When am I ever with what goes on around here?" he asked. "Wishing so desperately to continue doing what he does that he's willing to put himself into my state? Into Riley's state? I'll admit that I struggle to understand."

"I suppose that I don't entirely understand either." Almost automatically, Elizabeth added on, "But it is not my place to question what he wants."

And with that, she left.

Father did not specify which room to meet him in, but a power drill could be heard two doors down so it wasn't all that hard to figure out where he went.

"You still have the disc, correct?" he asked as soon as she opened the door.

"Yes."

"Good. Hand it over." Father held his open palm out in her direction and Elizabeth walked closer and passed the item over.

The mannequin sat in front of him. There was a small, half screwed on circular metal plate in the middle of its chest. He slipped the disc under the plate and finished screwing it on with the drill.

Then he pulled a short, hooked metal pick out off a nearby toolbox and lifted it up. "See this? When the time comes, I want you to use this to turn the illusion on." He shoved the hook into a little slot on the metal plate and pushed the small switch on the disc underneath.

The mannequin turned into a corpse in a tattered rabbit suit covered in bloodstains. Despite having seen this multiple times now, Elizabeth still grimaced a bit.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Father."

"Splendid. Let's go."

The disc was turned off again and the pick and mannequin were shoved into Elizabeth's hands.

The next thing she knew, she was standing in the elevator, which dinged upon coming to a stop.

Father pushed open the hatch on the ceiling and pulled himself through.

There used to be a ladder, but most of the rungs had rusted to the point of breaking and he hadn't gotten a replacement yet.

"Pass me that."

Elizabeth handed over the mannequin before following him up.

Outside, the sky was blanketed in dark gray clouds. A considerable amount of rain poured down upon them. The water made an annoying little plink every time it came in contact with Elizabeth's metal plating.

Father threw the figure into the boot of his car before climbing into the driver's seat.

Elizabeth pulled open the passenger side door and awkwardly sat beside him.

"Don't touch anything. And put on the seatbelt. I don't want to hear the obnoxious beep the car will make if you don't."

Seatbelt? Right. After having fixed the vehicle she was sitting in, she ought to know what a seatbelt was. She put it on.

Father pulled out onto the street and started heading for their destination: a decaying Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza that sat on Breed-Wrisley Avenue.

Elizabeth had never been in a moving vehicle before. She found herself unable to look anywhere but outside the windows.

Though, despite how fascinating she was finding everything, her mind spent the majority of the trip trying to distinguish what emotion was buzzing within her in anticipation of the upcoming events.

Excitement? Trepidation? Something else entirely?

All Elizabeth knew was that Father was trusting her with something very important and she dared not mess it up.