Chapter 2.
Forgive.
A/N: Yey demonic irken has acknowledged one of my stories as good
:D
The darkened facility. It was always dark. A darkness that endlessly covered all source of light. The light was what little hope she had.
And it was finally almost gone. She sat there on the edge of her little stage. For so long she had been trapped here…
For so long she had been condemned to this… hell…
"If only i had listened…" she said in a quiet whisper.
If only she had…
This story would have been very different.
"...Daddy?" she hopelessly spoke into the air. Why would she get a response? Her father was gone. And she was forever stuck as this damned animatronic clown.
Still… a part of her wanted to believe there was some way out…
After all…
That tiny light still was there.
"For once it feels odd to watch a timeline that does not need correcting.." the black hoodie kid said in the space of the multiverse.
He shrugged and dissipated into the nothingness of the timeline.
"I think we can trust him!"
Springtraps eyes lit up as he looked around for the source of the voice.
There were 6 ghosts a few feet away.
"Fritz… what are you thinking?" a girl with black hair and eyes responded seeming incredibly enraged.
Springtrap got up making creaking noises to alert the ghosts to his presence.
All the spirit turned to him… some looked at him with vindictive hatred.
Others looked at him with confusion.
And fritz looked at him with a confident look.
"...will….why?" the voice came from another female ghost. It was with brownish black hair.
"...i'm sorry…i…" each of the ghosts look at him patiently waiting for him to give his excuses.
"I know you can't forgive me… i'm not asking for that…. I just want to put this all behind us…"
All the ghosts would look at each other randomly until fritz walked (Floated?) towards springtrap and stood there beside him.
"Come on! He is doing his best to change! I believe in him!"
The ghosts mumbled between themselves while springtrap looks down at the ground. Fritz pat his shoulder in support.
"I'm sure they can forgive you too!" The spirits finally turned to him again.
Susie floated forward. "I can still feel pain from when it happened… but when i looked at your eyes… and not the smile… i saw fear… and pain…" Springtrap looked at her now with renewed hope.
"... me and the others… mostly are willing forgive you…" 3 others ghosts nodded and stood beside him he flashed susie a thankful smile who smiled back.
The 2 ghosts who had not said anything about this were still floating a few feet away.
"Charlie? Cassidy?" Fritz said hopeful.
"Will… From the beginning i knew this could not be you… my dads old friend… you were always so nice… to me… and to others…
I don't know what happened but if your trying to change… i want to help." Charlie spoke quietly still quite afraid of the bunny.
Cassidy just shook her head and disappeared.
Springtrap was incredibly confused.
"Honestly…. Can somebody explain what the hell just happened? Did you ghosts just have like a… business meeting?"
The ghosts giggled on how absurd the thought of wearing business suits appeared to them.
That's when he realized that even now they were still young children…
'Now what?'
He looked at all these ghost kids.
"Well… i don't even know… i guess i need to find a way to set them all free…."
The ghosts disappeared except for fritz.
"They are not exactly the most trusting of you… still kinda hate you…"
He sighed as he sat down knowing that the ghosts would go somewhere else in the building
"Can you blame them? You should be mad too…"
He looked at fritz who actually seemed to shiver slightly. The kid had never shown any real fear around him. "Hey… kid? You alright?"
The kid noticed and stopped shivering forcing a smile. He could tell it was forced.
"Yea! I'm fine…" he definitely was not. He decided to ignore it for now.
He scanned his surroundings. It was the same house… yet it felt so.. Different.
Everything seemed new all over again as if his mind was taking the memories it had stored and pulling them out now after decades.
Even though it had only been a few years since… the bite.
He winced as he recalled the terrible event. After it had happened all he could do was grieve until the night. Then they had attacked. Those monstrous versions of the animatronics that his brother had been so afraid of. The animatronics would continue to torture him in this household at night. All he could do was fend for his life. Many nights passed… 5? 8? 20? Maybe even a hundred. That's when he found it.
A disc under his bed. He had picked it up and noticed a little switch and keypad on it. When he pressed it a noise was heard and the laughter he had been so accustomed to hearing cut short. He would open the doors and look around the house to find no sign of Nightmare fredbear or his black monstrous bear counterpart.
"What?" he looked at the disc in his hand carefully. He flicked the switch again and nightmare appeared right in front of him.
He had jumped slightly. Then he flicked the switch and the demonic animatronic dissipated.
"How?" he now noticed the words Afton Robotics LLC.
Afton robotics was a company his father had owned until elizabeth…..
Why would this disc be here? There was no logical explanation to keep this disc in the house… unless…
He was using this to deter Chris… from going to the pizzeria…
It was a demented logic but with all the evil his father has done it did not surprise him much… yet it was in vain all the same… because of him….
"Although you might have been corrupt father… they were innocent…" he walked towards a photo on the wall. It was a family photo at fredbears family diner.
All of them were there.
All happy and smiling.
Even chris was not crying… why would he? It was one of the final happy moments though…
Then all the madness had started.
Their father would sometimes confine himself to his study as he said he needed alone time…
Before he knew it he was in the past once again.
"What do you think happened to him?" Elizabeth would ask him as he sighed and looked at the door.
"I don't know… i've never seen him like this…" he would respond and look to chris. He had not yet begun to rapidly shed tears like he did in later time. For now he was fine.
"I'm worried…" Chris said nervously. Their father rarely interacted or talked with them for the past few days. He had been stressed too much. At first Michael had assumed that it was because he was dealing with a lot at work… but then he would just be a couch potato like he was last summer… so what was going on?
"Relax… i'm sure he's just dealing with something at work! We leave him be and he will be back to his old self in no time…"
They nodded and Elizabeth and Chris walked off to do their own thing.
While Michael decided to figure out what was really going on. He put his ear against the door to his father's study and listened carefully making out a few words. "No… can't…. Traumatize… children…"
Then he heard the word that sent a chill down his spine.
"Kill…" He decided to stop listening and walk away.
What an idiot he was. Thinking that if he just walked away from it he would be left out of it.
He returned from the flashback staring blankly into the air.
"Now i'm what's left of the Aftons…. A legacy of a tainted man.." He looked at one of the shelves where a note lay.
A sealed envelope.
He was told by his father after the bite that there would come a time when he would need this.
"Where are you going?" Michael asked in a cracking voice still broken now that he had in a way caused his brothers death.
"...somewhere… i'll be gone for a bit…" he handed him a sealed envelope which Michael held tightly the paper sticking to his skin.
"Eventually you will need to open that."
"When?" the teenager asked with questioning in his voice.
"You will know when." His father would say as he left.
And yet still…
He had not came back.
After a while michael ventured to the 2 locations as they opened and closed and gathered information on what his father had truly been hiding.
To think of what a horrible person he had been… and to look at how caring and nice he had been to them..
"I don't understand…"
He looked up.
"I don't understand!"
Why did his father do it? Everything? It hurt him greatly to look at everything caused by his own dads hand.
Odd.
Meanwhile Springtrap was walking around being questioned by the literal ghosts of his past.
"So…. how does it feel to be in a suit?" Jeremy would ask. He had a vindictive nature and still felt a slight bit of enjoyment as seeing his murderer suffer.
"It's not all that bad… sorry i had to put you through it nonetheless."
The ghosts just shrugged.
"What's done is done.." Gabriel said nonchalantly. If he had opinion on Springtrap he was doing well not showing it.
"Well… if we are going to be stuck with you until you find a way to free us… you might as well tell us something about yourself… i'm interested.." Gabriel continued.
"Names william… she calls me will though.." Springtrap pointed to charlie who was still staying a few feet away.
"...yea… charlie did you know him before.. You died?" susie asked with a voice that was hopeful for some odd reason.
"Yea… will was my… dad's friend… then…"
She shivered as she felt fear once again. He scared her.
He shook his head and mentally sighed.
"You don't need to recall it if you down want to… it hurts me to remember it as well…" Charlie looked at him with brown filled with confusion eyes.
It's obvious he regrets killing… but why did he do it? She thought to herself. He must be beating himself up… being scared of him is not going to help him change.
Springtrap stopped in an odd hallway. There was an office on the other side of a pane of glass. The pane of glass was rusted to hell… no surprise there. It was tinted green to fit in with the theme of this place he assumed.
"..." there was a guard on the other side looking through the window at him with confusion and fear.
"The hell is that!" he heard the clock chime and walked right out the door.
"Ok…?" he shrugged. The ghosts were just as confused.
'So this is the guard… i was expecting more…'
Ok…
He needed to really convince these ghosts… all of them at once was impossible…
How was he supposed to explain…?
Maybe he should wait a bit longer…
A/N: Wew… chapter 2…
These chapters aren't much longer then my other stories but i'm trying to work on increasing their length.
After all i'm not a very good writer… typer? Author…
I just hope i can get the point across.
Although i feel i jumped into the whole ghost child thing a bit early.
Early is better.