Chapter 5: William Afton's Daughter

(*WARNING: Chapters may contain content that is inappropriate for some ages. I will warn you with this sign: 1983~in bold~*)

"What's going on in here?!"

We froze. He didn't know who it was... but I did. And I also knew that it was not a good idea to aggravate her...

This was William Afton's daughter... and since we didn't know what her name was (*Although, I am hoping Scott Cawthon will make another novel regarding CBPW, like he did with Michael in FNaF: The Silver Eyes!*) we called her "Juliana". Julie for short. Julie Afton.

"What are you two doing?" She hovered in the air for a moment and finally came down when we did not say anything. "Well?"

I finally regained my composure and sighed. Then, I pointed to Joseph and said, "Well, you try explaining everything to him and see how he would react when it's a ghost talking to him!" I huffed. "He won't even listen to me!"

Julie's expression was confused at first, but then softened slightly in understanding.

"Oh. I get it..." She went over to Joseph and stretched out her arm, extending a hand toward him. His gaze was wary as he stared at it, not knowing if she was friend or foe. She smiled. "Go on. It's okay. I won't hurt you." Then slowly, tentatively, he reached out a hand... and placed it in her own. She then guided him off the floor and into the air, earning a surprised shout from him in return.

"Whoa! Okay...!" He let her just glide him around the room. Although he did look quite terrified. When they settled on the floor, he stumbled before finally floating slightly above the floor. "Okay...so...let me get this straight: You guys need me here so I can help you keep watch over these psychotic animatronics that want to escape without getting caught or something... But why me? Why do you need me for this?"

'Great. Thanks for reminding us.'

I looked down at the floor sadly, remembering why I needed to stay here... to keep from hurting both myself and/or others. That was why I could not leave this place. Because this was where I belonged. With all of the other 'killer robots' that inhabit this establishment.

Julie must read my mind, because she asked the stupidest question ever:

"Hey! Who wants ice cream?!" Joseph whooped. She giggled. I did not respond, and stared at the floor in silence. She hovered just to the right of me and poked my cheek. "Aw, come on! I know you want some too..." Still nothing. "Please?" This time I looked at her. Heck, she looked even sadder than I was.

I nodded. "All right. Let's go then."

"Yay!" They both zipped off down the vent.

Year: 1983

Place: Party Room; CBPW

POV: Normal

Not everyone is prepared for their life to be over. Sometimes people wish that they could live a little longer, just to see what becomes of friends and family, to see what they will accomplish later in life. But...sometimes... Death comes at the most expected times... just ready to take your soul...

Julie walked into the large dining hall and looked around. She saw what most everyone saw: Balloons, party hats, confetti, glitter, cake...and ice cream.

Julie knew that Baby was special. She was made just for her, her father had said. And she knew why: Baby made ice cream... but only for her alone. No one else could get this special delectable treat... only her. And this time, she was going to do the one thing that she knew her father would never let her do by herself... She would confront Baby.

Yes, sometimes we will never know when Death will strike... even when sometimes it seems very likely...

She walked up to her. Baby had been passing out cupcakes to little children all over the room. And Baby knew who had gotten one and who hadn't. She also knew who was right behind her. But at that moment she suddenly didn't care. It was as an invisible force was pulling her over to the little orange-haired girl standing behind her. She turned to look at her, eyes sparkling.

Julie giggled excitedly. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for.

And just sometimes... Death wants to cheat... quite unfairly...

Baby's stomach opened, revealing the miniature Scooper and a bucket of ice cream. Then, slowly, the Scooper descended towards the ice cream filled bucket... but turned...

Not two seconds later her screams filled the corridor...

But no one could hear her over their own excitement...

It was only until an employee walked in and began to scream...

Present:

'I can't believe I actually did this...' I thought, as we walked back to CBPW, carrying buckets filled with ice cream of different flavors. Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, sherbet, swirl... All different kinds.

As we continued our trek down the sidewalk, Julie tugged on my arm.

After several tugs I could no longer stand it. "What?"

She pointed off in the distance to a very familiar building. "Can we go? Please?"

I sighed. There was no way to win this. "Sure."

We went inside and as soon as I stepped foot over the threshold, I took in the sites and smells of this all-too-familiar place. Then, with as much courage as I could muster up, I called out, "Hey, guys! I'm back!"

(*Well, here it is! I hope you enjoyed it! I promise I'll get more chapters posted as soon as I possibly can, but I hope you liked this one anyway, even if it doesn't seem as complete as the rest! Thank you for reading!*)