Account 1-15 Case # 6392
Subject: Michael Solomon Afton (Jeremy Martin Welsh)
Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA
0600 hours (1924 hours), July 3rd (Jun 26th), 1985
Mike opened his eyes and saw he in the Safe Room. His head looked down and he saw a pair of arms that weren't his bound to the metal table with leather straps. He was viewing the perspective of another one of William's victims, all he could do now was sit and watch the twisted show that was about to unfold before him.
"Well, here goes nothing." He thought to himself.
The room reeked of death, he could feel the person gagging and coughing. He could feel the person's arms straining against the straps as they tried to free themself. Their legs tried to move only to be met with the sensation of cold metal in every direction they went. Defeated, the person raised their head and began to cry for help.
"Mom! Dad! Gabe! Can anyone hear me?!"
"Gabe? If that's the Gabe I'm thinking of, then this has to be the perspective of Gabe's brother…"
"Jeremy!" A voice next to him cried.
When Jeremy turned to the right, Mike was met with the sight of his old friend Gabe who he hadn't spoken to since the incident that ended Evan's life, strapped down just like his brother was. A wave of guilt and empathy washed over him. He didn't deserve what was about to happen to him, Jeremy deserved it even less!
"Don't worry Jeremy, we'll figure out something! Everything will be fine!" Gabe tried to reassure his brother.
The two then heard a harsh croaking laugh. Jeremy looked in front of him and saw William, wearing the same purple shirt, black pants, and black hand pin as the night of his near kidnapping.
"Ohoho! Trust me, everything will not be fine for you." He stated smugly.
This man sent him away, called him a bastard and punished him for even the smallest greivences, yet even when he was gone, Mike was still finding new reasons to hate him. But this time his hatred for his father was overcome by the dread of what was going to happen to Gabe and Jeremy.
"What the hell is any of this!? What do you want!?" Gabe asked his captor as Jeremy began to silently sob.
"What has happened here is that you two idiots have just involuntarily applied to take part in a revolutionary new procedure that could, no WILL, allow the human soul to live forever!"
"Hey uh. Dr. Afton, can you help me with this?" a voice said from the back of the room.
Jeremy looked over and saw the man Mike knew to be Jack Peterson wearing the Spring Bonnie suit without the head.
"Oh, I almost forgot! Excuse me while I help my assistant Jack take off his costume!" William explained in a jovial manner as he walked over and began helping him out of the suit.
"I always wondered why father wanted an animatronic-costume hybrid, he wanted to create the perfect disguise for luring people back here."
Once William helped Jack out of the suit, he looked back at the two boys strapped to the table.
"Well Jack, the suits are ready to go! I think it's about time you process one!"
"What the fuck do you mean process? What are you going to do to us!?" Gabe shouted.
"Simple, were going to let those two robotic suits over there crush you to death so we can fuse your souls to them!" William replied pointing to his left.
Looking to where he was pointing, they saw the partially disassembled bodies of Bonnie and Freddy against the back wall. Their endoskeleton ribcages open, the internals of the endoskeleton packed into the sides, and their torsos and heads laying on the ground. They also saw the source of the rotting smell.
To the right of the disassembled Bonnie and Freddy animatronics was a fully assembled Foxy animatronic. The eyes, mouth, and other openings around the robot appeared to be covered in blood and other bodily fluids. Jeremy cried harder at the sight of the gore covered Foxy and Mike was reminded of his previous vision of Fritz, how much he wanted to see Foxy's show.
"That's Fritz! Those wankstains shoved Fritz in there and killed him! Fuck! And they did it to everyone else they brought back here too!"
"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Gabe shouted as he realized what was about to happen to him.
"Alright then, let's get these straps undone so I can paralyze your limbs." Jack said as he pulled out a pistol and walked over to Gabe.
He undid the strap holding his right arm and tried to pin it down. But he underestimated Gabe's reaction time and before Jack could do anything, his arm shot up and grabbed him by the neck. As his arm clamped around his neck, Jack panicked and shot him in the chest.
"God Damnit!" Jack exclaimed, staggering back, trying to regain his breath.
"What have you done!" William shouted.
"Gabe! Noooooo!" Jeremy shouted in utter despair as his sobbing intensified.
An angered expression formed on William's face, and he walked over to Jeremy and punched him in the face.
"Shut the fuck up! I can't concentrate with you screaming!"
Mike felt the pain radiate throughout Jeremy's face and was reminded of all the times he had met the bad end of William's fist for being 'to loud', 'to whiny', or whatever bullshit excuse he had for hurting him. All the times he'd have to tend to a swollen eye or a broken nose on his own. His temperament was just as foul with other children as it was with him.
Jeremy looked back and saw William standing next to Jack.
"Well! Get him out of those straps and get him into the robot before he bleeds to death you dunce!"
"Yes Sir!" Jack replied.
He rushed over to Gabe and undid his restraints before picking him up and carrying him towards the Freddy animatronic. Gabe groaned and tried to resist, but the shock of the bullet and his bleeding wound allowed Jack to easily overpower him. He then got to work slowly sliding Gabe's writhing form into the Freddy robot, placing his arms in the wire tubes alongside the machine's mechanical arms, making sure his head was firmly in the endoskeleton's head region, and placing the torso, arms, and head of the exoskeleton over him. After fitting Gabe inside Freddy, Jack fiddled with a mechanism on the top of the suit until a light whirring sound could be heard. He then picked up a long metal pole with a lever on the end and inserted it into the side of Freddy. When he seemed to be satisfied the lever was firmly in place, he pulled the lever, and a loud, bloodcurdling scream erupted from Freddy.
All Jeremy and Mike could do was watch in shock and horror as the internals of the robot crushed Gabe. His screams elevated and were joined by the sounds of cracking bone and squeezing flesh along with the whirring machine in a morbid orchestra of torment. Blood began to drip, and pop, and flow out of the joints, eyes, and mouth of the suit. This continued until his screams turned into a death rattle, either from his vocal cords snapping or being filled with blood or his dislodged organs. Then as the death rattle began to fade, a light ding was heard.
Jeremy stared at the Freddy animatronic that contained the crushed corpse of his brother, not a word or even a sob escaping his lips, he was in shock. Jack and William meanwhile sighed, relieved that their crime against humanity was completed without further incident.
"You're lucky you were able to salvage that." William chastised Jack.
"Dr. Afton!" A voice called from the entrance of the Safe Room.
Jeremy and the other two looked over to see a man standing there with his arms folded.
"Vincent? I thought I told you to move candidates 2 and 3 to my house. What took you so long?"
Vincent glared at William.
"What took me so long was the Feds figured out what we're doing! Just like I was about to tell you before you interrupted me this morning!"
"Oh, for God's sake! I keep telling you that's impossible, they would have done something if they knew."
"Well guess what Willie, they just did! The clever fucks set up a spike strip along the route to your house! I noticed it too late, and the van's tires got busted! I got out and ran into the hills before they could get me and when I looked back, I saw like 3 patrol cars around the van and an armored car and one of those H.M.R.C vans nearby, Hazmat teams designed specifically to deal with Remnant! The only reason I got away was because they knew what was in that van! Now they've probably taken it to that Military Base on the outskirts of town and I bet you they're coming for us next!"
"Armored Car? The Military Base?"
Mike remembered the police convoy he'd seen going to Fort Conagher the day he was almost kidnapped, the one escorting the armored car he saw Fredbear in. That must have been the authorities transporting the 'candidates' in that van to the base. But if they were talking about the convoy he saw, then that meant.
"Oh and another thing you didn't let me say! Kane wanted to come here to inspect your progress personally, and now we have to evacuate both of you because of your negligence!"
An expression of pure rage enveloped William's face. He proceeded to scream violently while pulling out his pistol and emptying the mag into the Foxy animatronic, leaving several small bullet holes and small stains of blood and decaying flesh on the floor.
"Great! Now not only do I have to move shop, but 2 of the 3 people Kane wanted me to get are gone! We need to get Michael and get the fuck out of here!"
"Fortunately for you I managed to secure him a few hours ago. He's in the Parts and Service room. I would have told you earlier, but the restaurant was still open, and I needed to start packing up your shit before Kane gets here."
"You better not be bullshitting me! Jack! Deal with this last subject! Vincent! Show me where you're keeping him!"
"So, all this was happening when I was unconscious in the Parts and Service room. They were conducting a horrid Frankenstein style resurrection experiment right under everyone's noses. And if I hadn't gotten away, they would have done it to me too!"
William and Vincent left the room and Jack made his way over to the animatronics and began tinkering with some weird black discs with red dots on the animatronics' chests. Whenever he would finish with them, the humming sound Mike had been hearing the past couple of days would begin and the once rotten animatronics would suddenly look pristine and clean, the corpses inside having seemingly vanished.
"What the hell?"
As Jack was working with those weird disc things, Mike heard a cold, calculating voice he knew all too well speak to Jack from the front of the Safe Room.
"Brother Peterson, its excellent to see you despite our present predicament."
Jeremy's shell-shocked gaze looked over to reveal Kane, standing at the entrance with a satisfied grin on his face.
"Kane" Jack muttered with a tone of reverence in his voice.
He walked over and bowed to his leader.
"What are you doing here, don't you want to talk to Dr. Afton?"
"You know how fickle that man is with information. Although he is useful, he tries to play up everything he does as some grand success. I want to know from one of my loyal followers how his experiments are progressing, so I know what to do when we get him out of the States. So, how have his experiments been going?"
"We've seen limited success trying to indoctrinate the subjects. The ones loyal to us maintained their loyalties after death, but the ones who weren't became unresponsive or uncooperative. You remember what happened with the daughter of that C.I.A guy."
"Indeed, I never knew something could produce such an annoying sound. Your team's work on cybernetics and robotic resurrection will serve us well. Unfortunately, we cannot learn more about the arrival and usage of Tiberium without indoctrinating and digitizing a fragment to help translate our newly acquired artifact."
"One of the candidates is in the Parts and Service room with Brother Cotts and Dr. Afton. The other two were seized by the infidels."
"I'm well aware. Brother Vincent Cotts' negligence will not go unpunished. As for Dr. Afton he is currently too valuable for me to kill off yet."
Kane stepped forward and reached out his hand.
"Hand me your gun."
Jack pulled his pistol out of its holster and gave it to Kane, who then proceeded to pull out the magazine and insert a new one before handing it back.
"This pistol is empty. When the police arrive you and Brother Cotts are to terminate yourselves. But your gun will be empty, and you will be taken into custody to cover for our escape. If we're successfully able to take one of the candidates out of the country, your work will be finished. If not, a team will retrieve you within a week of our departure and you are to free the other two candidates from the American base, or seize Michael if need be. Once you've been broken out get at least one of the candidates to a Brotherhood safehouse no matter the cost."
Jack nodded his head.
"Yes, my prophet."
The two of them looked over at Jeremy and Jack turned back to Kane.
"What do we do about him? We were going to conduct tests on him but now that Dr. Afton is leaving, we aren't going to need him anymore."
"Indeed" Kane said, handing him another pistol.
"Take my handgun and put him out of his misery. We can't have him telling anyone about this, when he's dead, hide the body in that robotic rabbit suit over there. With what he's witnessed, we'll be doing him a favor."
Jack gave him a firm nod and walked outside of the broken kid's vision and placed the gun against the side of his head. All Jeremy could do was repeat 'no' like a broken record before a deafening bang was heard and Mike felt an unbearable jolt of pain from the side of Jeremy's head. His vision became blurry, his breathing began to slow, and his body went limp as the side of his head continued to throb in pain, until he finally faded away.
Account 1-15 Case # 6392
Subject: Michael Solomon Afton
Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA
0600 hours, July 3rd, 1985
Mike woke up in the office and reflexively clutched the side of his face and began gasping for air, his body still unaware he hadn't been shot in the head. He slowly calmed down and removed one of his hands from the side of his head while caressing it with the other, taking a few moments to appreciate his still intact cranium. He stared up at the ceiling and took a minute to reflect on what he was just shown.
He knew the missing children were probably dead, but he figured they had just been shot or stabbed or something. These killings were more torturous and evil than he could have ever imagined. He always knew his father was a bad person, but now he knew he was a heartless monster. He was conducting sick experiments on children to bring them back from the dead and indoctrinate them into his weird terrorist cult. Then there were those weird disk things Jack activated on the animatronics, somehow removing any evidence of their crimes. Then there was the fact that Kane wanted him and/or two other people to act as translators for some artifact. What the hell did they think he could translate? The only language he knew was English!
He rolled onto his side and slammed his fist into the ground.
"Fucking hell!"
He had learnt so much in such a short time, but he was still missing something. He didn't have the full picture yet and he knew it probably existed somewhere. At least, he hoped it did.
But if that vision did anything for him, it made him feel sorry for those kids. They were killed in a cruel way as a part of an inhumane experiment and then abandoned by the people who created them. They forced them to stay behind and wander the halls of this shithole pizzeria with no means of escape. He felt his eyes begin to well up and he softly cried over the unfairness of it all. He, the primary target of Nod's experiments, was allowed to live, and yet innocent people had to suffer.
But then again, he was alive. He could still go anywhere he wanted within reason; he could investigate and research and find help. He took a few deep breaths and stood himself up. He could help them, he could save them, he could free their souls and avenge their deaths. He just needed to hold on a little while longer. He needed to get some sleep and come back the next night to survive and learn more. But before he did any of that, he needed to take away the semi-burnt trash bin and put the fire extinguisher back on its wall mount to hide the evidence of the small fire he caused.