"Come in, Miss Afton." Henry answers the door as I knock. The room is quite plain with an oval shaped table and a whiteboard.
"Take a seat, pick up a pencil, we have a lot to do."
Daddy excused me from school today for "business enquires". I love how Daddy acts a cut above the teachers. He once told me he hated Miss Ainsley, calling her "That Old Bag". I couldn't agree more!
"What color scheme are we going for?"
I think, "Pink. Baby pink, and white. Like candies." These are gonna be some sexy animatronics. Daddy calls Mommy sexy. I think it means pretty but the teachers wince when I say it.
Henry and Daddy start scribbling things down.
"And what animals?"
"Foxy. And Freddy, and Bonnie. But I want Bonnie to be blue. Lets have him as a hand puppet! And lets have humans as well." I pause, "Can we have humans?"
Henry looks at me, "Of course. I think it's a great idea."
"Ok, a ballerina. With a purple dress. Ballora Ballerina! And she has purple hair as well. And purple eyeshadow."
Henry sticks his tongue out in concentration. A few minutes later,… Or it could have been hours, I wasn't paying attention. My mind was wandering, to a time where I was older and I still had the knife. But I was grinning maliciously, and the knife was dripping with blood. I licked it, slowly, staring at something, someone. It looked like me, only taller, much taller, and with a forced smile and rosy cheeks and bright green eyes. But her eyes were sad, teary almost. A whispery voice called, "Baby, you have changed, you are not Baby." It sniffles. Older me giggles and looks maliciously at the corpses at her feet. She carves a word into each of their chests. "Daddy" in one, "Mommy" in another. The voice gasps in horror and sobs. The corpses are those of Mommy and Daddy.
"Baby." Something shakes me, "Baby wake up!"
"No, no, no!" I scream, opening my eyes. Daddy is standing above me, looking worried.
"We're going home." He scoops me in his arms and carries me to his car.