Account 1-13 Case # 6392
Subject: Michael Solomon Afton
Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA
1656 hours, July 2nd, 1985
Mike sat on the couch in the living room, staring at the blank TV. He had only just woken up from a 3-hour nap and was now waiting for his mother to prepare dinner before his shift at the Sandwich Shoppe, and then Freddy's. It was almost funny, after what happened to him last night he should be terrified of the place, but he found himself more eager to go back than anything else. He had survived the night and discovered some clues as to what his father had been doing, so he clearly did something right. Maybe if he were able to survive another night, the puppet might come back and reveal another piece of information to him. It was risky, but he didn't have anything better to do with his life. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his mother enter the room.
"Hey Mikey, were going to be having lasagna before you head off to your shift tonight, alright?" she said softly.
"Yeah, sounds good." he replied, still staring at the TV.
It had been a few days since their argument, and they hadn't spoken much since then. Despite the fact he had been able to subvert her order to stay away from Freddy's, he was still bitter about her sending him off to the UK when he was little, and her inaction toward William's abusive behavior, which is why he was surprised when he heard her walk over and sit down in a chair next to the couch.
"Look, I know you're hurt that I sent you away after you were born and that I sat by while William tortured you. But please understand I didn't do any of that out of malice, I was scared."
"Oh, I always knew you didn't hate me, and that's what made it hurt even more." he commented, still refusing to look at her.
"I didn't know what to do ok! I got together with William because he seemed financially stable and like he was someone who could get me away from my life as a barista! And then! He turned out to be a monster!" she said, slowly descending into sobs.
Mike sighed. He did pity the woman, but she still failed him and was doing little to fix it.
"And yet you had 3 children with the man and stayed with him for just under 20 years. And then you sent me to live with a man who couldn't spend a day without breaking down and screaming because of his time in the war and presenile dementia." he dryly commented.
"I… I… I didn't know I would have any of you! Only one of you was intentional! I didn't think I was ready for kids! And then you came along, and we sent you away because Will didn't think you were his! And then he insisted we have another one that was 'actually his' and then Evan was born by sheer accident!"
That probably should have stung, but that sentiment had been drilled into him by William so thoroughly over the past 2 years, he wasn't even surprised at this point.
"Well glad to know I was unwanted from the start!" he exclaimed.
"No! No! That's not it! I never wanted you to feel unwanted, I just didn't know how to make you feel wanted, and William wasn't helping either!"
She placed her head in her hands.
"Now two of my children are dead and my husband is gone!" she continued.
"Yeah." Mike mumbled, not really knowing what to say anymore.
"Look, I know I've been a terrible mother and you probably won't be able to forgive me. But can we at least try to interact more? Maybe try to have some sort of bond?"
Mike finally looked over and noticed her holding her arms out for a hug with a half-hearted smile on her face. She was his mother, but at the same time the memory of her betrayals was still fresh in his mind. She had sat by while he suffered, sent him away to live with a PTSD and dementia riddled war veteran who was barely fit to live on his own, even if he did mean well. He might be able to bond with her, but not today.
"I'll consider it, but I need time."
She dropped her arms and her expression changed to one of dejected disappointment.
"Ok" she replied before getting up and walking back into the kitchen.
He sighed as he picked up a lighter and a carton of cigarettes. His mind was now focused on trying to form conclusions about his mother. She didn't hate him, but she was a complete wreck of a person whose negligence and naivete contributed to his shit life. Maybe if she had grown a pair and moved away from William, he might not have grown up to become a fratricidal maniac. He let out a frustrated groan, perched a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He couldn't waste his energy thinking about this, if this night was going to be anything like the last, he needed every ounce of his focus to survive. To drown out his thoughts, he picked up the TV remote and hit unmute, hoping the noise of the 5 o'clock news would be sufficient enough. His cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth when he looked back at the TV to see the headline 'Three unknown assailants conduct prison break and detonate explosive device in Fort Conagher'.
"…And now we go to David Morrison live on the scene."
"Thank you, Laura! I'm right outside of the Police Station where at around midnight last night, three armed assailants held up the building before retrieving Mr. Jack Peterson from his cell and driving away. According to eyewitness reports and CCTV footage recovered after the incident, the breakout began when a purple sedan pulled up onto the curb outside of the building."
Jack Peterson! That was one of the men who was helping his father! He thought back to when Kane told him 'This isn't the last time you will see me!' He had an idea of who was responsible for these incidents. As David began to speak the camera cut to the footage.
"Then three men, dressed in black with balaclavas covering their faces exited the vehicle. Two of the men wielding Uzi submachine guns walked up to the entrance while the driver produced what appears to be a shotgun and stood near the driver side door for the duration of the breakout. The two assailants then attempted to open the locked door before resorting to backing up and shooting out the glass. They moved in and held up the officer at the front desk, demanding he bring them to the holding area. There they held up another officer and demanded he retrieve the keys to the cells. The officer produced the keys and was ordered to unlock the cell of Mr. Jack Peterson, who was arrested and charged with the disappearance of five children, six days prior. After retrieving Peterson, the assailants escorted him to the sedan outside before driving away."
A purple sedan? He thought back to when Kane and his father had captured him, the purple uniforms they wore. This couldn't be a coincidence.
"The Sedan has since been found abandoned on the road leading to Fort Conagher. At 12:37 AM, several residents reported the sound of an explosion from within the base. The base has since made a statement that the explosion was not their doing, and it believes the suspects in the sedan to be responsible. As of now, none of the suspects nor Mr. Peterson have been apprehended. The only description we have of the suspects is that one of them was a tall, brown-eyed African American male, and the other a tall, blue-eyed Caucasian male. Hurricane Police and State officials have warned these men are highly dangerous and encourage anyone with information to inform their local authorities. Back to you Laura!"
Mike pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and puffed some smoke. He could see why Nod broke out Peterson, but what reason did they have for detonating a bomb in the middle of a military base? Did they just want to show they could? He thought for a few minutes about what purpose they could have for stirring the hornets' nest that was the US military. Then it hit him, Fredbear!
The only two times he saw the Fredbear suit were last night when it almost killed him, and the day of the murders when it was being driven into Fort Conagher. How in the hell had Fredbear gotten out of that base to attack him that night? It was simple, the men in that sedan had let it out!
He snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray next to him. Nod was still after him and were doing everything in their power to try and screw with him. He could try to run, but if they had the resources and equipment to bomb a military base, they would find him eventually. All he could do now was play their game until he died, or someone came to help him. He was alone, and if he didn't want them to win, he had to keep fighting!