All day my thoughts reminisced of my 'father'. I suppose I should clear that up, as I'm obviously not Susie, or Mike, or Jack Afton. My mother….she is the brother of William Afton. She changed her name shortly after she became aware of his...doings. He was always around more than my deadbeat father, who had gotten himself locked up on federal fraud charges. My mom always knew I looked identical to Dad Afton. I actually loved him up until my teenage years, when I found out about his….acts. My thoughts would dwell on him the entire afternoon. He was an old customer of Fredbear's diner, an old place that was a stalking ground for him. Loved that old diner. The musty, dusting smell always smelled of home. My mom, grandmother, and my aunt were all waitresses there at one point. See, Fredbear's was actually originally just a diner. Designed to feed hungry souls passing the 186, you see? After my aunt got into waitressing there, though, it became painfully obvious we were losing out to this old pizza place up the road, Chunki's Cheese Pizzas. Guys in suits of anthropomorphic animals would grab the attention of not only creeped out adults, but also screaming children. Fred, as old as he was, and as stuck in his ways as he was, saw that times were changing. He spent half his fortune buying out Chunki's and adding their employees to his roster...a few years later, a few new additions to the building, and Fredbear's was booming. Hundreds of clients, thousands of children every week, commercials on nearly every major channel in the state. Things were good. Until...well, you know. I guess the name Afton was soiled...so mom changed it, and so did my aunt. That was when they both quit.

Problem is, I guess I still missed that old diner. When I heard Fred's daughter was starting up a sequel place, out of the money he left her (poor old guy had a heart attack when he heard what he did), I couldn't help myself, I looked around. I looked too much like Dad Afton and got my shit kicked in by a few parents and employees before the owner, Sarah, recognized me and told them off and called an ambulance. I got an earful from my mom, and a few days later, emancipation hit me. Starving, I begged my aunt to take me in. I was helpful, as tech savvy as I was, and as a 'strong man', I warded off a few of her...suitors. But when she said I needed to get a job, I had a vicious flashback.

"Jesus h. Christ, what the hell are you guys doing?!" Sarah cried out, waving her arms.

The sounds of my brain pulsating, my heart beating out of my chest, and blood coming from every orifice available, all deafened me. But I understood someone was interrupting my death. God, I hated her for that. Just wished they would have finished me, you know? But no.

Grunts were heard, as a gravelly voice spoke, "What do you think?! We're protecting the kids from this...thing!"

"No, no, no, you idiots! That's not him, that's my friend Silan! Pick him up, call an ambulance, or you're all out of a job!" she screeched.

"But-"

"No buts, ands, or ifs! Get him up now!" she yelled.

Suddenly, the kicking stopped. They picked me up, gently and laid me on a car hood.

I heard someone suck in air through the gap in their teeth.

"Oh god," someone whimpered, "It really wasn't him!"

"How could we do this?" another pondered.

"We were just trying to protect the kids!" the gravelly voice spoke roughly. "It's his fault for not saying!"

Problem was is that I had tried to say that I wasn't Dad Afton. But sneaking up on me, throat-punching me, did not leave much room for explanation.

The dial of a phone was heard, and a few minutes later I'm stable in the back of an ambulance. Sarah is on my right side, bawling her eyes out.

I felt guilty, like I done what they did to me, to her. "Listen, Sarah, I-" I attempted.

"No." she solemnly said. "This isn't your fault, and it never will be."

"I guess, I just wanted to see the new place and-" I spoke

"And you wanted to see if it was safe…." she said.

"That, and nostalgia," I said, holding my forehead.

Her eyes lit up instantly, "You want a job?!" she gasped. "That'd be fantastic! Someone as tough as you? Someone that knew the way things were before?"

"God that'd be great!" She stammered. "When can you-"

"No! Nononono!" I sputtered. "I can't be seen here! My mom will end me!"

"She blamed you?" she hatefully growled. "What a bitch!"

I winced. Part of me knew my mother was grieving as though it wasn't her brother that had...done those things, but her son. Like I was to blame. I loved her, but I hated the way she saw me as him.

"Well she took it pretty hard, Sarah" I explained.

"We all did, Sil," she muttered. "She needs to get a grip, she's an adult,"

"She lost her brother!" I defended my mom.

"I lost everything, but I didn't give up and blame Fred, or you, or anyone besides that bastard," she spat.

I wanted to wince again, but I could feel no sympathy or empathy for that murderer. I wanted to remember Dad Afton as the kind uncle who stepped in for a father figure, the one that always gave me ice cream and took me to the movies, not the one that was convicted of a terrible crime.

"I...have to get going, okay?" I said.

"In your condition?" she questioned. "I'll give you a ride home."

She smiled warmly and put me in her sedan.

"You're no better than him, you fucking child killer!" she screamed. Seeing Sarah, she put two and two together and knew that I was at the new place.

"You deserved every bruise those men gave you! What, the kids on TV or your vidya games don't scream good enough!?" she spattered.

"Miss Afton -" Sarah began. She instantly gasped. My mom glared at her.

"Afton?! Afton?! Listen here you child killer enabling slut!" she screamed, waving a finger in her face. Sarah slapped her hand out of her face.

"Stop lashing out at everyone! Your son is not W-" she began.

My mother quickly backhanded Sarah, and grabbed her by the throat.

"Don't you ever..." she glared, "EVER! SAY HIS NAME!" She had tightened her grip slightly.

"William" me and Sarah said instantaneously together. As we locked eyes, my mother threw her to the ground and stomped over to me, to slap me plainly in the face.

"GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT!" she screamed, as she pushed me and stomped her feet, waving her arms around like a child. "I want you out by no later than tonight! I don't care where you go, what you do, but just NOT HERE! Fucking MURDERER!"

Murderer? I hadn't hurt a soul in such a long time. Last time I hurt someone was when I tripped Sarah when we were younger and she broke a tooth.

"Fazbear Entertainment" I said, blankly.

My aunt blinked, and a worried looked spread across her face.

"After all that's happened? Are you sure?" she inquired.

"I don't know anyone else...Sarah offered me a job as day guard, and she's paying me extra because of my experience at Fred's" I plainly stated. I grimaced from the look of concern growing on her brows.

"Is it for...any certain reason other than convenience?" she asked.

I knew what she was digging for.

"Aunt Mary, I swear to you-" I began.

"No, no apologies," she began to tear up. "I know you're not him..I am just worried about your safety."

All my thoughts were about him and the events that followed. Sarah was right, the pay was good. And it wasn't difficult, the job. I was just worried that some hidden gene or something would surface and I'd become him. I looked like him, and some people say I had the same mannerisms and behaviors as him...but I'm not him. I don't want to be him.

My thoughts stopped cold when the current party ended. I put on a smile and followed routine.

"Alright kids, good to know that you had fun!" I said. "But Freddy and his friends have to rest! So how about everyone takes a short walk to the prize box to pick something out with Jake's sister..." (Jake being the birthday boy) I gestured towards her.

"While Jake's dad comes over to the cashier, okay?" I said, reassuringly. All the kids responded together with a resounding 'okay' and they all followed the woman that I'd helped before, Joyce. The dad was glaring at me, and I correctly assumed he knew who I was. I vaguely remember him from...somewhere.

We walked over to the cash register, and began telling him how much it was going to cost. He laughed at the excessive price.

"Well," he began, with a deep, grating voice. "If you weren't going to kill them before...you're gonna kill them with this price, am I right?" he looked around, joking. A look of realization came on my face, and he winced accordingly. He nodded to a corner, and I followed him.

"Listen, about before..." he began. "I'm sure you're nice and all, and not at all like him..."

"I know, I promise you I'll keep all the kids in here safe as long as they're on grounds," I dutifully recited.

"I know you will, considering how you held your tongue with that hussy," he said, me remembering the ginger atrocity.

"I just want to apologize for before, is all" he grimly reached his hand out, with a look of guilt on his face.

I slapped his hand down and said jollily, "No need, you were just protecting your son and all the kids in here."

The corner of his mouth peaked slightly and nodded understandingly to me.

Maybe I am different.