Chapter 5
Meeting
He looked at the darkened sky trying to see… anything.. He found it pointless and looked at the ground… Nothing…
So he looked around… there was not much… He was not looking for a real home…
Just to find answers.
He recalled his visits to the 87 and 92 locations…
Odd…
Now those animatronics and the child spirits that possessed them had disappeared entirely.
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His searches for them had led him nowhere…
What was he missing?
He heard a smashing noise and jumped up… metallic footsteps could be heard.
Something was inside the house.
He exited the room and began walking down the stairs slowly and stealthily. He made his way downstairs and looked around carefully.
There was nobody there… the door had been smashed wide open.
He looked at the table and his breath caught in his lungs.
He had thought it had just been a robber.
Yet on the table was the envelope from the shelf..
No robber would just leave it… if they wanted to steal it they would have taken it.
Beside it was a baby plush… how ironic.
"...he came…" he noted as he walked towards the table and picked up the familiar envelope.
"...is it finally time?" he asked himself as he unsealed it and pulled out the written note on the inside.
'Dear Michael… if you are reading this… it means you have likely found out everything about my past…
I wished this was not the way you had to learn…
I can't control him…
For the safety of you… the last one of my family…
I'm going to try to dismantle the animatronics…
I will likely die…
And that's for the best…
Heh… i know your sorry about Chris…
It was not entirely your fault.
Just like it was not entirely mine.
Yet for each of us.
Those peoples blood is on our hands.
Lest the fault not be entirely ours.
There is still one thing to do.
Liz… shes not… truly dead.
If you recall… the grandfather clock in that one hall to chris's bedroom.-
He walked towards the grandfather clock while reading the message.
If you open the chamber you will find a keycard…
He grabbed the small card and continued.
If you remember that closet i told you held brooms… you must have realized there are brooms in that corner of the kitchen…
He made his way to the closet and opened the door.
...please...fix her… free her…
There was a metallic elevator with double doors sealing it shut.
"...her...Liz..?" The little innocent girl who had been his sister… who had suffered to that damned animatronic… she had been horrifically killed by it.. In his own anger and grief he bullied Chris..
Now he clenched the note tightly..
"...this is my fault too.." he said angrily to himself.
"...but if theres any chance…" he glanced to the side for a moment.
He had a feeling his father had meant for nobody else to find this but him… still.
He walked out the door note still clenched in his hand.
It was dark and raining.
He scanned the perimeter casually.
"..." he shoved the note into his pocket and walked off into the dark rain.
The burnt bunny animatronic watched from the bushline as Michael walked off into the darkness..
"...I'm guessing it worked…" he noted hopefully.
"...could you not have just opened the door normally?" The red haired Fritz asked tilting his ghostly head in confusion.
"..." Fritz facepalmed as Spring did not respond.
"...honestly...i'm starting to understand why the other ghosts are wandering around as far as they can…"
The spirit like link from the ghosts to springtrap is odd…
They can only go so far.
"...well most are afraid of me… other then you and charlie really.." The latter ghost was actually asleep leaning on spring…
How odd that said ghosts could actually bond with their murderer.
But they were starting to believe him..
Fritz and Charlie were truly on his side.
He was sitting down almost slumped despite there being nothing to slump against.
"...so what are you going to do while he finds liz?" Fritz asked and charlie let out a soft mumbling repeat of the name.
"...well...to be honest… i'm not actually sure… i should have thought this through a bit more… did just dash out a fire and see her in my dr-"
He stopped and looked back at fritz who was slightly surprised.
"...dreams.? You saw her in your dreams?" Fritz asked half in shock and half in amazement.
"...i don't even know…" He spoke weakly.
"...damn...fire…" He said his vision dimming.
"...hey we were not planning on leaving now were we?" Fritz said slightly annoyed at the factor.
"...may...be…" He said before deactivating (...creativity? Not really.)
Fritz looked at him patiently and floated off to see something else.
…
Michael found himself at a house he never thought he would revisit again.
The windows were all dark accept for one glowing with a soft yellow.
He looked at the little plaque on the wall.
It had been put there by Them cause they found it right.
It read simply…
Residence of Henry and ̶C̶h̶a̶r̶l̶o̶t̶t̶e̶ Emily.
He cursed at himself and his father once more for all the horror that had been caused.
Then he remembered the note in his pocket.
Perhaps there was something else to this he had overlooked.
He knocked on the door hearing the noise echo even from outside the building.
The door creaked open and an Man likely in his 40-50s Looked at him with tired eyes.
"...Mik- Michael." The man did not want to bother with nicknames.
"...Henry." He said quietly in response and the man gestured inside.
He stepped into the house.
It was damp and the paint was peeling off the walls.
There were only two couches… one was slightly smaller then the other.
Of course one was for henry and one 'had' been for…
Charlie.
"...what brings you here after all this time..?" Henry would ask sitting down in the larger couch
Michael knew what he meant though.
He meant after all the horrific murderous events.
"...you remember my father… right?" he asked quietly still standing.
"..." his expression turned grave slightly.
"...are you planning on sitting?" he asked before giving his answer.
"...it would not feel right…" Michael said and Henry nodded satisfied.
That was a test…
Michael realized.
Henry was trying to tell if father and son were oh so different.
"...i do remember your father… how could i forget the man who took my daughters life?" he said in a depressed and defeated voice yet still containing a hint of anger.
He looked at Henry worriedly… The man still missed his daughter…
Who could blame him?
It's not everyday your old bestest of friends tricks you into letting your daughter follow him into the alleyway where she was brutally murdered.
"..." he began to doubt the note in his pockets words.
'Who else could it have been? It was still you…' Michael noted mentally then returned to reality.
"...i got a note from him…" Michael said in a worried voice.
How would Henry react.
As a matter of fact the man flinched.
"...so he's in that bunny… just like the Children… trapped… how ironic." he said dryly.
Now it was michael's turn to flinch.
How did he figure that out?
"...i owned freddy fazbears… of course i know." he said having pretty much read Michaels expression.
"...what did the note say..?" Henry asked a twinkle of interest in his eyes.
What was he supposed to say?
The idea was absurd.
"...it said he could not control…. The murders.. He hates himself for it…"
Henry made no move or spoke and just waited for him to continue.
"...he...told me to go to the facility beneath our house… did you know about that?"
Henry nodded grimly.
"...he wanted…"
He thought for a moment.
If His father
The murderer who had taken so many lives.
Truly had regret.
Then he was going to say this on his behalf.
"...he wanted me to tell you He's sorry."
This was when Henry got up.
He looked at michael with Icy contempt.
But not for him.
"...you expect me to believe he's sorry?"
Michael tried to continue but was interrupted.
"...That man.. Took her away from me… That man… is the reason i had to walk up to that damned hill every year to rekindle the fact that my daughter is dead!" he yelled angrily.
"...that man lost his daughter and son too!" Michael retorted and henry looked at him silently surprised by his own outburst and Michaels much more profound one.
"...it's no justification… but he still lost his daughter too… and his son as well to add onto it…"
Henry walked up to michael..
"...they were of his own accord.. I lost mine to something i could not control…
He lost his to his own creation…"
Michaels eyes flared with anger.
His family was not going to be ridiculed like this.
"...Fredbear was his? No… Henry last time i checked that thing was of your design!"
"Who shoved your brother into his mouth huh?!" Henry lashed out in anger and regretted it instantly.
Michael was looking down.
He was crying.
"...i.." Henry knelt down.
Despite all the hell.
Henry was a adult when this had all happened.
Michael was still a kid in a way…
"...i want to believe your father regrets but…" Henry glanced to the side
"...please...give me a chance to see…" Michael said in a quiet whisper
"...go ahead… but don't get angry if he truly has not changed."
"He has… he has to have changed.." Michael said quietly as he walked back out the door..
"..i'm sorry Henry." he said as he left.
After a minute of silence…
"...i'm sorry Michael." he broke the silence as simply as it had arrived.
…
He returned to the household and the Elevator.
His hand rested on the dial.
He thought of why His father had not left the Passcode.
Then he realized and clenched his fist as he used the other hand to dial
1983
The elevators double doors slid open revealing the inside.
And a whole HELL ton of bad memories.
He stumbled inside looking at the walls.
There was a poster saying dance in big white bold letters with a recognizable ballerina animatronic.
"...ballora." he noted from memory. He looked at the rest of the interior
It was covered with wires and looked generally unfinished.
He stepped backwards as he spotted one more poster.
It showed the Familiar animatronic clown Baby and her 2 bidybabs beside her each of them having their open sides faceplates… open.
He remembered seeing the same poster in Liz's room… until…
He pushed the thought away and looked at the elevators go down button.
"...i wonder…" he brought his finger over the button and pushed it slowly.
The elevator shook with disregard and disuse before finally giving in and moving down at a decent pace.
He sighed and slid down sitting against the back wall.
"...theres still so much i don't know.." he noted dryly as the elevator.
Takes.
Him.
Down.
She twitched as she heard the eerie noise that happened when the Elevator began to come down.
'...let us take over…'
The animatronic was right.
She did not want to see the blood…
Of whoever was unlucky enough to come down here.
She gave up her vision and control of the animatronic and waited patiently in the dark consciousness of Baby.
The Actual Plan had begun.
A/N: so much for Shadow… i calmed him down…
"...why did you not tell me about this before?"
Your a book character with basic knowledge… i thought you would know about McDonalds.
"...how am i even eating this? I'm a fictional character."
Are you really going to argue?
"...Nope."
Well… i'll be able to avoid doing more for Shadow while he enjoys the foods of the fictional world…
So i guess it's time for the Second talk chapter…
Wait… Hey … Bastard!
'...huh? What do you want?'
A guest wondered about who the… gimme a moment..
Heckin heckles are you?
That's it i think.
'...Who am i? Like i understood these questions could reopen old wounds but… that seems a bit private…
As for my name it's a simple one…
Hybrid.'
Seems simple huh?
'Shut up… as for who i am and why i possessed Afton… it's a much longer story… but to be simple I am in a way a part of Afton.'
Care to elaborate?
'...you would reveal it later anyways.'
True.
Ok that's it from the A/N!
See ya in chapter 6!