From the Diary of William Afton
December 20, 1978
I find myself asking where did it all go wrong? I feel as though I should know the answer to that question, but I think with so many things gone wrong, it's hard to pinpoint everything to a single moment.
Isabelle has given me little time to dwell on that. I'm not sure what I should say or what I can do. She wants an answer, but how can I give her one?
She only told me last night just as we were going to bed. She had been having an affair. She says that she decided to tell me herself because I wouldn't have figured it out on my own. She wants to change, wants this to not be our relationship. I believe her. I know that seems like a hard pill to swallow. After all, she had been lying to me about this all this time. Why should I believe her? Perhaps the heart wants to believe what it wants. But still, she would have had no reason to tell me other than for the sincere reason that she wants to put a stop to this. However, she says that to do that, we need to fix this, fix us, together. How am I supposed to feel about that?
Anger tells me there's a very easy way to solve this. She already told me who it was. I could snap Richard's neck right now. He may be my boss, and he may own my soul with that stupid Fazbear Entertainment looming over me, but I'll be damned before he owns my family.
And what of my family? How much of them does he own? I hate to even acknowledge these thoughts, but there they are. I look at Michael in his crib. I see a little bit of me in him, but every so often, I see a part of him that makes me doubt. And this whole thing has been going on for years. It makes me wonder about Elizabeth as well, my little princess. Can I be such a cruel father to not see them as my children anymore? I don't think that's possible. I love them dearly, but the doubts put me in such a haze.
I know this mess is somewhat my fault. Guilt tells me that the answer is not so simple. I'm the one who became too busy for my family. They need me, and I have no escape from this prison I have built for myself. Is it any wonder why Isabelle chose another for the comfort and affection I neglected?
I do not know how this can be sorted out. I admire Isabelle for wanting to fix things between us. It would have been much easier to just leave me. However, it's not so easy to just turn away from my work either. Ever since that spring-lock accident back in June, Richard wants me to work even harder to come up with a solution.
I suppose the first step might be to confront him about this. I know that Isabelle would not like it, but it's the only way to even begin mending things. I'm tempted to say I would even take a fresh start away from that company. I have to break free of these chains. My family...my world is at stake.
Author's Note: I always felt like it took MatPat too long to acknowledge the very unsubtle hints that were coming from the vampire TV show at the end of the nights in Sister Location. Obviously, there was something there, and I think he's been hinting at it recently, at least as far as Scott's intentions go. Still, I wanted to put my own spin on it, and I think you'll like how it all links to everything.
