Account 1-4 Case # 6392

Subject: Michael Solomon Afton

Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA

1937 hours, June 26th, 1985

Mike awoke to find himself bound to a chair in a dark room, head throbbing and ears ringing. He scanned the room with what little focus he had, trying to recollect how he got here. When his memories finally caught up with him, he realized he was in some deep shit. He was in the Parts and Service room of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, wooden shelves lined the walls displaying plastic animatronic heads, staring at him with cold empty eyes, making him feel like he was being watched from every angle.

He perked up as he heard a set of footsteps coming from outside the main door of the room. Someone was coming, for him! He quickly closed his eyes and slumped forward in the chair, slowing his breathing and trying not to move in the hope whoever entered would assume he's still knocked out. He heard the door open and what sounded like multiple people walked into the room. The rope around his wrists was straining his arms as he leaned forward, but he held firm as he heard the men speak.

"Here he is sir, I found him outside the restaurant looking around, he's the one right?"

He heard a pair of footsteps walking towards him before a hand grabbed onto his chin and lifted his head up. Although his eyes were closed, he could feel the gaze of the man sweeping him over, inspecting every inch of his face in detail. The hand then let go of his him and an all too familiar voice responded.

"Indeed."

It was his father, William.

"Just in time for our employer to come around as well. bring him in!" William yelled as he heard the other men walk out of the room.

After a few impossibly long minutes a group of footsteps walked back into the room. He then heard a new voice speak. A cold, calculating voice that sent chills down his spine, a voice that radiated power and filled his heart with dread, despite how calm it sounded.

"Well Dr. Afton, it's been quite a while since I've been personally able to check up on your progress. Of course, it would have been preferable if this meeting could have occurred under different circumstances."

He felt the tone in the man's voice slowly rise with frustration.

"Of course, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't decided to conduct your research, WHERE ANYONE COULD FIND IT!"

He had to keep himself from shuddering as the man's voice echoed through the room.

"Ok, look! All of the test runs were a success, the person we need is right here! The only thing we need to do now is get out of here, take him and the other one with us, and start work on our project based on my notes." He heard William say.

"You're lucky I've given you as many chances as I have."

A brief silence filled the room.

"You he's here?" The man asked.

"Right over there, I honestly can't believe he listened to me and came here, thought we were going to have to send someone out to get him before…"

"Enough!" The man cut him off.

"Why is he slumped over like that?"

"We hit him over the head to keep him from running away, he's been out cold like that for a little while."

He heard a pair of footsteps getting closer to him. Felt the man stop right in front of him and stare for a few long seconds.

"Out cold you say?" The man said.

He felt the man grab his chin and lift up his head. He tried to keep as calm as possible and held his breath, hoping the man would let him go soon.

"You're acting is impressive I'll give you that. But even you can't keep this up forever."

He despaired as he realized he had been found out, but he still tried to hold his breath. He wasn't going to give this man the satisfaction of him giving up.

"Trying to be tough I see. Well in that case, I'll indulge you."

He felt a pair of fingers touching the top and bottom of his right eye. Then the man slowly pulled his eyelids open, and he was finally able to get a good look at the people around him.

The man looked just as intimidating as his voice. He was entirely bald save for a black goatee, he wore a black button-up shirt, black pants, and shoes, the only part of his outfit that wasn't black were two red pins on the sleeves of his shirt depicting a chamfered triangle surrounding a scorpion's tail. But the most unnerving part about him was his bright-green eyes. They almost seemed to shine with malevolence and an unnerving confidence. Eyes that could pierce his soul and read it like a book.

"I'm Kane."

He couldn't take it anymore, he finally opened his eyes and gasped for air as he straightened his back and pulled his head away from the man who had identified himself as Kane. He stood up in response and Mike was able to get a good look at the other men in the room.

There were three of them, all of them wore Purple buttoned up shirts and black pants and like Kane, had pins on their sleeves. But unlike Kane's pins, these pins were Black and depicted a chamfered triangle containing a hand rather than a scorpion's tail. He was able to identify one of the men as his father. An enraged expression dominated his face as he walked up to him.

"You little shit!" He said slapping Mike across the face.

"Pretending to be asleep when we have guests over, I thought I taught you better than that!" He said with a mocking tone to his voice.

He wondered how much of that was genuine anger and how much of that was him taking advantage of his weakened state to torture him.

"Enough!" Kane yelled, pushing William back.

"Now listen here 'Michael', you don't know who you are or what you're capable of, but once were done with you, you will become one of the primary assets in a revolution that will determine the future of our species! But this place isn't safe, we must take you somewhere where you can better aid our cause."

"You two! Take him outside so we may transport him away, then get our other asset."

He began to softly cry and closed his eyes as the reality of the situation set in. He was being kidnapped by his own father and whoever this guy was. He being taken to an unknown location so they could do God knows what to him. His karma had finally caught up with him, these men would do whatever twisted shit they wanted to do with him, and he would be sent down to the pit of hell where he belonged. He prayed Evan's spirit would find it somewhere in his heart to at least consider forgiving him, and he hoped Veronica would never have to learn of the atrocity he committed. As the two men grabbed the sides of his chair and began to lift, he tried to accept his fate. He would finally be free from the guilt of Evan's death, he never had to worry about how anyone would think of him, he would never have to think at all.

Then everything went to hell.

The two men lifting him up dropped his chair as a loud static screeching sound began droning throughout the building. The sound pierced the eardrums of everyone in the room and caused everyone except Mike and Kane to put their hands over their ears. He opened his eyes and saw as an expression of anger begin to form on Kane's face.

"No, no. Not again!"

Kane ran to the door and flung it open before disappearing into the darkness of the restaurant. A serge of adrenaline ran through him. His captors were either incapacitated or out of the room. If he had any chance of escaping, it would be now!

With all his remaining strength, he rocked the chair forward and stood himself up, somehow not falling to the floor under its weight. He bolted towards the open door, running past the stage, and catching a brief glimpse of Kane before arriving at the glass door to the waiting area. In a desperate attempt to get out he tried using his head to turn the doorknob and let himself out. Locked.

His escape foiled and realizing the static had stopped, he turned back around to see a very enraged Kane, pointing a gun in his direction.

"Tried to run at a convenient time? We're not stupid? You're not…"

He was interrupted by the faint sound of police sirens in the background, sirens that were getting louder by the minute. He faintly smiled as he heard them, somehow, he had been saved.

*bang* *bang*

He was just barely able to back out of the way as Kane shot twice where he had been standing, cracking the windows on the door in the process. Seeing his chance yet again, he backed the chair through the door shattering it. He ran through the waiting area and towards the entrance door, the windows outside gave him a view of a parking lot filled with police cars. As he ran to the entrance, he heard Kane shout to him.

"This isn't the last time you will see me!"

He stood in front of the door, just barely able to see the silhouettes of police officers running up to him. As they approached, his vision began to get hazy, his adrenaline finally wearing off and his many injuries along with the weight of the chair beginning to catch up with him. His knees buckled from underneath him, and he fell sideways onto the floor, passing out after the craziest day in his entire life.