"I think it's time for all of you to take a much-needed break," Spoke the deep, resonant voice of the red entity known as Old Man Consequences, as he regarded the group with his piercing dark eyes.
The room fell silent, all eyes on the Old Man.
Mike was the first to break the silence, his voice cutting through the heavy silence that had settled in the room. "A break sounds good." he said, slowly rising up from his seat and stretching his arms above his head, as if trying to shake off the tension that had built up within him.
The rest of the group looked at him in surprise, taken aback by his nonchalant attitude towards the situation.
Old Man Consequences stared at Mike, his expression one of mild surprise, but quickly formed into a smile. "You may rest in one of the bedrooms, use the kitchen if you wish, as it's always stockpiled with everything you need. Also there are bathrooms for both genders down the hall to the right.
Mike looked back at the Old Man, "Thanks." He said with a grin. "Though, could you tell me what time is it?" He asked.
The Old Man paused for a moment, "Time moves differently here, but in your realm, it would be around 10:45 am." He answered almost immediately.
Mike and the group were taken aback by this. They were in a different realm?
Mike turned to the rest of the group, a look of wonder and shock on his face. "Can you believe it? We're in a different realm. This is insane!" He exclaimed, his grin growing wider.
Charlie's eyes widened, "But how is that possible?" She asked, speaking for the first time since he arrived.
Old Man Consequences let out a small chuckle. "I'm a being of many abilities, so I have my ways." He said cryptically.
Evan leaned forward, his eyes filled with curiosity and intrigue. "So what other abilities do you possess? Can you turn stuff into candy?" He asked, innocently.
The Old Man chuckled, smiling enigmatically. "Perhaps I will show you in due time," he said. "But for now, I suggest you all take a break and rest. You have much to learn and see."
This caused the groups curiously to skyrocket.
Charlie looked uneasy, as she stared at Old Man Consequences hoping he would anchor her nerves. Her fingers fiddled with each other, twisting and intertwining in a nervous dance. This was obviously something she did when gets nervous.
"We… won't be watching anything bad anymore… right?" Charlie's voice trembled slightly, the words barely audible as she spoke.
After Charlie spoke, the group fell into a worried silence, their eyes fixed on her with concern. Especially her father, Henry. He knew that his daughter wasn't the type to easily be nervous.
Old Man Consequence's expression darkened, his expression slipping down into a serious one. "You will learn everything in due time," he began, his tone grave. "But know that I have brought you all here for a reason: to change the course of the future.
The group exchanged glances, a mix of apprehension and determination in their eyes.
Mike, sensing the shift in atmosphere, started walking towards the kitchen.
Henry, seeing Mike walk away, called out to him. "Hey, Mike, where are you going?" He asked.
Mike continued walking, "To the kitchen, obviously. I'm going to make breakfast." He answered.
Old Man Consequences chuckled to himself. "I like your style, Mike. Everything is in the fridge," he said, gesturing towards the kitchen.
The group slowly got up from their seats. Henry followed Mike, while the rest went somewhere else, glad that they had a break from the intense things they were watching.
….
With Charlie, Elizabeth and Evan
Charlie, Elizabeth and Evan decided to explore the house, as Henry went to help Mike with breakfast.
As the trio explored the house, they couldn't help but talk about what they had seen a couple of minutes ago from the screen. Charlie shared her concern for Michael, carefully avoiding mentioning his near-death experience.
"I still can't believe that the animatronics are sentient." Charlie said, her voice betraying her disbelief
Elizabeth nodded in agreement. "It's like they have a mind of their own," she said, her brow furrowing. "And I have this feeling that they're up to something."
Evan shuddered. "I-I don't want to think about it. It's just too scary." He whispered, his voice barely audible.
They both silently agreed with Evan's comment.
The three of them lasep into an awkward silence for a moment before Charlie spoke up again, her tone resolute.
"But we have to remember why we're here," she said, recalling the words of Old Man Consequences. "We're here to change the future."
Evan looked up at Charlie, his eyes wide with uncertainty. "Do you really think we can do it?" He asked.
Charlie put a reassuring hand on Evan's shoulder. "We have to try," she said, her voice steady. "And we'll figure it out together."
This seemed to comfort Evan, as he broke into a small smile.
As they continued walking, stopping here and there and talking about the choice of design.
Suddenly a thought crept into Elizabeth's mind.
"How on earth are these robots alive? I mean, it doesn't make sense." Elizabeth couldn't help but ask.
Charlie and Evan stared at each other, surprised that she's asking that question out of the blue.
Nonetheless, Charlie looked at her friend and replied, "If you're shocked about that, then how about the fact that we're in a different realm?" She said,
Elizabeth stared at her friend in disbelief, "A different realm, really? Did you actually believe in all this?" She asked.
Charlie nodded, "Yes," She said like it's an obvious thing. "After everything we've seen, it's hard not to believe it." She interjected.
Evan nodded.
Elizabeth still looked skeptical, but she remained quiet, not wanting to argue.
As they continued exploring the house, they stumbled upon a door which led to a bedroom.
The bedroom was quite spacious, containing several queen-sized beds, book shelves and closets. The walls were painted in a light blue color, giving the room a calming and peaceful atmosphere. The beds were lined up against the walls with matching red sheets, blankets, and pillows neatly arranged on top of them.
On the other side of the room was a dresser, which had a large mirror attached to it.
They stood in front of the mirror and saw themselves smiling warmly at the mirror. The dresser has several drawers and is made out of dark wood with intricate carvings. On top of the dresser, there were a few small decorative items, such as a vase with fresh flowers and a picture frame displaying a blood-red lake, which disturbed them. The closet is situated next to the dresser and had a few hangers and shelves inside which were packed with clothes. What shocked the trio was the fact that the clothes would change depending on the one who opened it.
They shifted their attention to the window, which was quite large, stretching from the ceiling to the floor, and was covered by a thick crimson curtain. Through the curtain, they could see the outside, and the sight made their hearts skip a beat. The outside was immersed in a deep shade of crimson red. The sky was a sickly shade of red, the grass and even the trees and leaves were all soaked in the same redness. It was like they were in hell except there wasn't any fire.
Elizabeth was the first to break the silence, "Why is everything outside red?!" She exclaimed in shock.
Charlie's eyes widened as she recalled Mike's words. "Oh, that's what Mike meant." She muttered.
Evan's ears perked, turning to face her. "What did Mikey say?" He asked.
Charlie turned to look at Evan. "Oh yeah, you guys were still asleep. Basically when we first arrived here, Mike decided to go look for a way out. When he came back he informed us that he looked through a window and saw that everything outside was red," she explained.
Evan's eyes widened, "All this happened while Lizzie and I were still asleep?!" He said in disbelief.
"That still doesn't explain the fact why the outside is red!" Elizabeth interjected.
Charlie pondered for a moment, placing her finger on her chin, "Well, Old Man Consequences did say that we're in a different realm," She said.
"Well, I guess that would explain it…." Elizabeth muttered.
The trio remained silent for a while, gazing out the window at the crimson landscape.
Charlie decided to break the relaxing silence, "I think we should go." She suggested, as she turned around.
"Yeah, they're probably waiting for us." Elizabeth said.
As they left the bedroom, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as they were in an unfamiliar area… or rather a different world.
….
With William
As William splashed cold water on his face, he stood there, his eyes fixed on his own reflection, steam clouding the mirror. He couldn't help but recall what he just watched.
He couldn't shake off the image of Michael, his oldest son, trapped inside a Spring Lock Suit for hours, as the Spring Locks slowly became more loose as time passed, the blades threatening to close on him.
Another thought crept into William's mind.
'What's wrong with my creations? Why are they suddenly alive? Why would they attack Michael, my oldest child? My first born…' He thought.
Suddenly his eyes widened, 'D-Did I make them like this?' He thought to himself.
William quickly shook his head with a desperate smile on his face, "N-No, No, I would never do that." He muttered to himself.
William had always prided himself on his exceptional skills in inventing and creating animatronics that could bring joy and excitement to children, something he always wanted to ever since he was kid.
He had always seen himself as a mastermind, someone who quickly surpassed his business partner and friend, Henry. However, after seeing Michael in danger like that made him question his own choices as he began to fully visualize the potential consequences and consequences that his and Henry's creations possessed.
As he continued to stare at his own reflection, the steam slowly clearing, his thoughts began to spiral out of control. "I was supposed to create animatronics that would bring happiness to children, not put them in harm's way, or traumatize them," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't shake the feeling of shame that consumed him.
Despite being fully aware of the dangers that came with the Spring Lock animatronics, he and Henry continued to use them in their establishment. And to make matters worse, they had even required their employees to wear them, putting them at risk as well, not to mention in front of hundreds of children. It was a reckless and foolish decision that could have easily resulted in a tragedy.
Suddenly, William remembered something. He was unable to shake the memory of his twisted imagination, replaying the vision of his own son's gruesome death over and over in his mind. The slow and agonizing compression of Michael's bones and muscles by the Spring Locks going loose, his cries of agony blocked by blood flowing out of his mouth. Anyone who imagined all this would feel sick and vomit, and yet… to William, a perverse sense of joy coursed through his veins. The realization of own depravity made him feel sick to his stomach, as he struggled to comprehend how he could find any pleasure in such horrific images.
"Stop it," he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible and desperate. "Stop thinking like this." He pleaded as he felt his mind race, trying to find a way out of the sickening thoughts that plagued him.
But the thoughts persisted, each one more twisted and perverse than the last. He imagined Michael trapped inside his own Spring Lock suit, the metal blades piercing through his body and crushing his body, the screams of pain echoing through the halls of his own establishment. And he couldn't help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction of the thought.
But the more he tried to push the images away, the more they persisted. They became more and more grotesque by the second, each more sickening than the last. He envisioned his son Michael at Fredbear's Family Diner, dressed in William's beloved Spring Bonnie suit and surrounded by a group of delighted children. Then, without warning, the Spring Locks disengaged, causing the endoskeleton inside, which was being held by Spring Locks, to snap back into its original location. A sickening crunch of metal and bone and tearing of muscles could be heard as the sharp blades of the endoskeleton impaled Michael's body, causing him to drop to the floor and writhe in agony from his wounds as the sharp blades impaled his organs and crushed his bones.
Although Michaek was writhing in agony, his body contorted in pain, his mouth gaping open as if trying to scream, but no sound came out. William couldn't help but theorize that the metallic blades of the Spring Lock suit had pierced through Michael's lungs, filling them with blood and making it impossible for him to speak, as the only thing coming out of his mouth was loud and painful gurgles. William's mind continued to race with perverse thoughts as he imagined the horror that the children and their parents must be feeling as they watched the scene unfold. He could almost hear their screams and cries of terror, see the tears streaming down their faces. But the sickening feeling of satisfaction he derived from their fear was too strong to ignore.
The sound of William's clenched fist crashing on the sink's counter echoed through the bathroom, his anger and instability evident in the tremble of the porcelain beneath his grip. He gritted his teeth in frustration and disgust.
"What's wrong with me? Imagining my own flesh and bones being in this kind of situation!" he muttered, placing his palm on his face.
"I'm not like this." He muttered while staring at his reflection between his fingers.
Suddenly, as William was pacing back and forth, he remembered something else. Before they started watching Michael, they saw- or rather heard one of his dreams. No… rather it was a memory. He remembered hearing the cries and screams of his youngest son, Evan, as Michael and his friends tormented him. He wasn't sure what happened, as they could hear it through a screen. But it sounded like a Spring Lock failure. He felt his heart fall. The thought that Michael might have injured, or worse, killed Evan, made him shift the blame from himself to Michael.
'If Michael did injure, or worse kill Evan, wouldn't that mean it's all Michael's fault?' He thought.
"No, it wouldn't, Michael was still a kid and he would never do something like this. He loved his siblings! It was HENRY'S FAULT. After all, it's his design, while the costume is mine." He whispered, his voice low and desperate.
"No…, No, what am I thinking? This hasn't happened yet! And I can't just assume and place blames." He said through his gritted teeth.
William recoiled from the mirror, feeling himself slowly go insane. This wasn't who he was supposed to be. He was an inventor! Someone who quickly surpassed Henry's skills, a genius, not a monster.
William knew he needed to get a grip on his twisted thoughts before they spiral out of control and do something that he won't like. He leaned over the sink, splashing his face with cold water in an attempt to clear his mind. He even slapped himself across the face for extra measures. But he still felt the darkness lingering, like a malignant shadow waiting for the perfect moment to unleash.
"I-I'm probably just hungry. Yeah, that's it, I'm just hungry, heh heh" He said, giving a desperate chuckle.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
The sudden sound of a knock on the bathroom door caused William to jump and spin around, pulling him out of his trance.
"Daddy? Are you in there?" Elizabeth's voice called out from the other side.
William shook his head, taking a deep breath before opening the door, revealing his worried children, Evan and Elizabeth, standing in front of him. Oh, also Charlie was there.
"Father, are you okay? You were in here for a long time, and we were worried that something might have happened," Evan said, concern etched on his face.
William felt a small pang of guilt for causing his son to worry, but it also made him a little happy to know they cared.
"I'm fine, just getting ready," he replied, trying to sound as calm as possible.
They nodded in understanding, but William could see the small amounts of doubt in their eyes.
"I believe Mike and Henry are waiting for us now, so how about we go to them?" William suggested, hoping to change the subject.
The children nodded and started to head back to the kitchen, but William lingered behind for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
As they walked, William couldn't help but still feel a sense of detachment from reality and disgusted from himself. His mind was consumed by twisted thoughts and experiments, but still, he tried to focus on the situation on hand. The guilt he felt for his thoughts mixed with a perverse sense of satisfaction, creating a strange cocktail of emotions that he couldn't quite shake off yet. William knew that something had to change.
…
With Mike and Henry.
Henry entered the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room and landing on Michael, who was already at work. The teenager was busy rifling through the fridge, his hands deftly pulling out eggs, milk, and other ingredients.
"Mike, if you want I can make breakfast." Henry offered, already planning on making his signature omelet.
Mike turned around, his blue eyes meeting Henry's brown eyes. "Nah it's fine." He answered, "Although, I would like a little help." Michael continued, putting flour, sugar, while also small grains of salt to enhance the flavor in a large green mixing bowl that he found inside one of the cabinets.
This took Henry by surprise, he had never seen Mike cook before, or even knew that he was able to cook, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. What if he burned the kitchen down? Or worse killed us all?
"Do you know how to cook, Mike?" Henry asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
Mike simply nodded his head.
"Well I guess I could help you." He said while giving a small nervous chuckle.
…
"So, what're you making?" Henry asked.
Mike turned around, staring at Henry's eyes, "I was thinking of creating a simple British breakfast, but I thought Pancakes would be better." He replied.
Henry's eyes widened, "By simple British breakfast, you don't mean…"
Mike gave Henry a big smile, "Yep, beans and toast!" He exclaimed.
Henry felt his eyes bulge out of his sockets, his jaw dropping in disbelief. "Baked beans on toast?!" He exclaimed, the words escaping his mouth before he could even think. "Mike, that sounds absolutely horrid! Who in their right mind would eat such a thing for breakfast?!"
Mike was taken aback by Henry's outburst, feeling a bit offended by his comments, "What's wrong with Beans and Toast? It's a popular breakfast choice for British people!" He argued.
Henry shook his head, "I don't know how you can stomach it. Not only that, you chose to eat beans in the morning!" He said in disbelief.
Mike felt his right eye twitch, "I don't want to hear anything from the guy who likes eating avocado with toast! It tastes like nothing! Atleast baked beans on toast is simple! '' He exclaimed.
Henry sighed, shaking his head, "Mike, there's a difference between simple and tasteless!" He exclaimed.
They stared at each other's eyes for a while before laughing.
"Okay, okay, I said I'm making pancakes." Mike said, giving up.
This caused Henry to chuckle.
….
As Henry was helping Mike make pancakes, he noticed that Mike seemed to know what he's doing and started to ask him some questions.
"So Mike, how did you learn how to cook?" Henry asked.
Mike turned to him with a small smile, "Father isn't always home because of work, so I had to teach myself how to cook. And after mom… left… I was the one who started cooking for my siblings while Father wasn't around." He explained.
Henry nodded in understanding, his heart aching a little for Mike. He knew it wasn't easy growing up without a mother, as Charlie is experiencing the same. He knew it was hard for Mike, as he had to take care of his family at such a young age and Henry knew that it was a lot of responsibility. Though, what shocked him the most is that William was barely home. 'Does he work so much that he doesn't have time to see his family?' Henry thought.
"I must say, it's nice to see you taking care of your family like that." Henry said, genuinely impressed.
Mike shrugged, "Someone's gotta do it, right? I'm the one who usually wakes Ev and Lizzie for school, cooks for them, cleans after them and even helps them with their school work. Hell, I wouldn't even be surprised if I had to attend a teacher-parents meeting." He said.
Henry chuckled, "You're wise beyond your years, Mike." He said.
After a couple of minutes, Mike pulled the pancakes out of the oven, and onto the counter, putting some toppings on it, such as maple syrup, fresh fruit and whipped cream.
Henry seemed impressed by Mike's work, "I think this turned out pretty well." He said with a smile.
"Yeah, thanks for the help by the way." Mike said, turning over to Henry.
Henry waved Mike off.
"I didn't do anything, it was all you." Henry said.
…
After a while, Charlie Elizabeth, Evan and William joined Henry and Mike in the kitchen, the sound of their footsteps echoing throughout the room. The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the air, making their stomachs rumble in anticipation.
As they entered the kitchen, they were greeted by a warm smile from Mike. "You guys came just in time! Sit down, we have pancakes for everyone." Mike said, using his spatula to skillfully place pancakes onto their plates. The sizzling sound of the pancakes and the clanking of utensils against the plates filled the room, and it felt like a scene from a cozy family breakfast commercial.
Henry was already pouring fresh orange juice into their cups, the bright color of the juice standing out against the white plates and brown wooden table. The bubbles from the freshly poured juice tickled their noses as they took in the delicious scent of the pancakes.
As the group took their seats at the table, they settled in with a sense of contentment. Mike settled between his younger siblings, Elizabeth and Evan. Across from Elizabeth, sat Charlie and next to her was her father, Henry, who was sitting across Evan. Finally, Mike's father, William, sat across Mike, who was desperately trying to avoid eye contact with his son.
As they settled into their seats, each one felt a sense of comfort and belonging. Mike was beaming with pride as he watched them all take their first bite of the fluffy pancakes. The sweet, syrupy taste of the pancakes melted in their mouths, making them all sigh in satisfaction.
Charlie looked up at her friend, Mike, her eyes shining with appreciation. "Wow Mike, these are amazing! Did you make them all by yourself?" She asked, his mouth still full of food.
Mike nodded, a small smile on his lips. "I had a little help from Henry, but yeah, I made them," he said.
Henry glanced at Mike and couldn't help but mutter the mention of Mike's previous culinary plan. "Well… it was much better than what he was planning on making before…" he muttered, taking a sip of his orange juice.
Unfortunately for him, his daughter Charlie, who had a hearing of a bat, immediately perked up at the mention of Mike's questionable cooking ideas. She swiveled around in her chair to face her dad. "What did he want to cook before?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Henry regretted speaking as soon as the words left his mouth. He could feel a sense of impending doom creeping up on him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before his daughter found out the truth.
This caused Mike to smile widely, "Why of course, it would be Baked Beans on Toast!" He exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.
Charlie's reaction was priceless. She nearly spat out her orange juice in shock and horror, but managed to hold it in at the last second. Unfortunately, this resulted in her choking on the juice and gasping for air.
Henry quickly patted her on the back, trying to dislodge the rogue liquid. "B-Beans and Toast?! Are you insane! That's gotta be the worst combination of food I've ever heard!" Charlie exclaimed once she had regained her composure.
The group burst out laughing at Charlie's statement, their laughter echoing around the room like a choir of hyenas. Even William, who always seemed stoic and reversed, couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her disbelief.
"What? Are you going to say that you also cover the beans with ketchup?" Charlie said in a joking manner, not expecting Mike to say yes.
Mike just stared at Charlie, confusion in his eyes. "Well… sometimes…" he said, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Charlie's smile fell, placing her hands on both her cheeks, muttering a low but loud enough, "Oh My God…"
The group burst out laughing harder.
Mike was deep in thought, remembering this… exact move Charlie did from school. He remembers one of friends from school reading a comic. 'I think he called it a manga? What was it called again? Joe's Crazy Adventure? I don't know.' Mike thought, but didn't want to say anything and ruin the mood. Instead, he took a sip of his orange juice and looked around the table at his friends and family, feeling grateful for these moments of joy and laughter. He even almost forgot that they were supposed to watch the future.
…
As the group finished their breakfast, William's thoughts returned to a question that's been bugging him for a while.
William cleared his throat and turned to face Henry, "So, Henry…what should we do about the Spring Lock suits?" He asked.
Mike shifted uncomfortably in his seat, fidgeting with his napkin as he avoided eye contact with anyone.
The room fell silent as they remembered what they watched a while ago. The memory of Michael's desperate struggle to escape the deadly old suit, lingered heavily in the room. The once lively atmosphere that was once there was quickly replaced by an eerie silence, as each member of the group was lost in their own thoughts.
Elizabeth's body stiffened as her father brought up the Spring Lock suits, and her mind immediately flashed back to the horrifying scene of her older brother, Michael, trapped inside one of those mechanical death traps, as the endoskeleton slowly closed onto him. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in her gut, and a shiver ran down her spine.
She remembered watching Michael struggle and writhe in pain, fear and exhaustion etched on his entire face, Elizabeth couldn't help but wonder, 'What was Michael thinking in that moment? Was he experiencing the same terror and helplessness she was feeling at that time? Did he feel like there was no way out? Did he think that it was the… end…?' She couldn't help but think.
She quickly shook her head, removing those thoughts from her head and turned to her brother, who was absentmindedly fidgeting with his napkin. Elizabeth slowly reached out and gently placed a hand on top of his. Mike flinched at the sudden touch, but when he saw it was just his little sister, he relaxed slightly. Elizabeth offered him a small smile of reassurance, and after a moment, Mike returned it with a faint one of his own. As she looked at her older brother's small smile, Elizabeth couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. The comforting atmosphere they had created together made her feel safe and happy.
Evan's eyes darted between his older brother, Mike, and his father, William, as the mention of the Spring Lock suits caused an uneasy feeling to settle in his stomach. He couldn't wipe the look of desperation in his brother's eyes from his, while Michael was trapped in one of the suits. He watched as Elizabeth reached out and touched Mike's hand, he couldn't help but feel a bit left out. But then, to his surprise, Mike looked at him and smiled, and Evan felt a warm feeling spreading through his chest.
As William and Henry were talking, Evan's mind wandered back to memory of when he was younger. It was the day his mother left them. He was still young and was confused why she just left like that. He remembered how Mike had always been mean to him before that day. But after their mother left, Mike… changed, he stopped bullying him. Evan remembered the day his father had asked him to wake Mike up, and he hesitantly entered Mike's room. He saw Mike crying and accidently made eye contact with him, causing Evan to flinch and turn away. But he wasn't fast enough as Mike had grabbed one of his hands. Evan flinched in fear as he thought he was going to be hit. But instead, Mike had pulled him into his chest and held him tightly, crying and apologizing. Ever since that day, Mike changed completely. Evan felt a lump form in his throat as he remembered that day, but then he looked at his 2 siblings, and felt a sense of comfort. He knew that his brother had changed and that he cared about him and Elizabeth, and they both felt the same thing. As he watched them smile at each other, he couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence in his life.
…
Henry stared at William in shock, surprised that he brought it up. He cleared his throat and said, "Well, we could upgrade them to be less dangerous."
William nodded thoughtfully, running a hand through his hair. "And if that plan failed?"
Henry sighed. "We'll have to dispose of them, I suppose."
Henry's suggestion echoed in the room, cutting through the heavy silence that had settled upon them. "Perhaps," he said, his voice measured and calm, "we could forgo the use of the Spring Lock suits altogether and just leave them in animatronic mode. Instead, we could have our staff wear standard suits and focus our efforts on creating the new main 4 animatronics at a faster pace."
William nodded in agreement as he considered Henry's suggestion. "Yeah, that could be a viable solution," he said as the tension that was building up left his body.
Suddenly, Old Man Consequences entered the kitchen, catching everyone on guard.
"So, are you people ready to continue?" The Old Man asked, he gazed expectantly at the group, waiting for their response. However, they remained silent, their expressions unreadable.
The group just stared at him.
Michael spoke up, breaking the silence. "Yeah, we're ready," he said, anticipating what's going to happen to his future self.
The Old Man nodded, and his attention shifted to the empty plates they were carrying in their hands. "I see you all finished eating." He remarked. "No need to clean up, the dishes will take care of themselves."
William rose from his seat, causing a loud screech which broke the tension in the room. "Thanks for the food, Henry, Mike," he said, his tone cordial.
Henry and Mike both smiled and nodded.
At mention of those names, Old Man Consequences was jolted back to a distant memory.
…
Old Man Consequences sat on the crimson red grass, his favorite fishing rod in his hands, enjoying the peacefulness of the blood-red lake. However, the tranquility waa suddenly shattered by a gurgling scream that seemed to come from deep beneath the water's
As he heard the piercing scream echoing from deep beneath the lake. Old Man Consequences froze, his grip on his fishing rod tightened. He listened intently as the screams grew louder and more desperate. It was a cry for help, a voice in agony begging for help.
"HEEEENRRRYYY! MIIKKEEEE! HEEEELLLLP! MIIICCCHHAAAEELLL! HEEELLLPPPPP MEEEE!" The voice screamed in desperation.
Old Man Consequences quickly recognized the voice. It was William Afton, the man who had committed unspeakable acts and was now suffering the consequences of his actions. The animatronics that were once happy children that he murdered were now tearing him apart, causing his screams to echo throughout the underworld.
As Old Man Consequences continued listening to the desperate cries for help, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. He had seen firsthand the destructive power of regret and grudges, as people who came here and usually people like that. Hell, it was in his name! But this, he knew it was pure suffering. Being in an infinite loop of death by monsters was a horrible punishment and he couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for William. He was a man who was driven by jealousy and anger which caused him to go mad. He knew that deep down, William was a broken man.
He thought back to a conversation he had with William's tormentor, urging her to stop this as this was meaningless.
"Leave the demons to his demons. Rest your own soul. There is nothing else."
However, it seemed that she had ignored his advice, and William was still enduring his gruesome fate.
'Maybe he shouldn't have killed her.' He thought.
…
Old Man Consequences shook his head, bringing himself back to the present. He looked at the group, remembering that he's giving William- no, all of them a second chance.
He watched as they sat in their original spots and were anticipating what's going to happen next.
His gaze fell onto Michael, causing him to feel a tinge of regret. They were about to witness Michael's horrible fate and they all had no idea what they're about to witness and this caused him to feel guilty for what's to come.
He sighed as the screen lit.
End of Chapter 6.