Account 1-20 Case # 6392

Subject: Michael Solomon Afton (Cassidy Peter Bishop)

Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA

0300 hours (1037 hours), July 4th (Jun 26th), 1985 (1983)

Mike found himself in a flashback again. He felt a searing pain in his head as he looked out at the dining area of the restaurant. The tables were set for a party and kids of all ages began to flood the room, eager for a day of fantasy and fun.

"Look familiar Mike?"

It was that little girl again.

"Why the hell would this be familiar? I don't even know who you are or what you have to do with any of this!"

"Pardon my manners, you can call me Cassidy. As for where we are, read the name on the banner."

Mike looked towards the show stage. Above the closed curtain was a large banner that read 'Happy Birthday Evan!'. His heart froze and his mind raced. This was the day Evan died, the day he killed him!

"And you get to see it all from my perspective."

Mike felt his head looking down to reveal that he was not viewing his own body, but rather that of a little girl, presumably Cassidy.

"You sick fuck! Why are you putting me through this again?!"

Cassidy's voice began to noticeably deepen.

"I can't allow you to bury your crime like Kane has, I need you to understand why you should join us, to not only redeem yourself in our eyes, but cleanse your own guilt in the blood of the first murderer, my perfidious brother."

"Who the bloody hell do you think I am?!"

The voice had now fully deepened, now sounding exactly like the voice he heard from Fredbear in the armored car.

"You are the reincarnation of the one Kane raised all those years ago! An unwilling heir to his legacy. Now look upon your crime and repent Enoch!"

He didn't know what to say, this bitch was clearly insane, and now he was trapped in her recollection of his darkest hour. He could continue pressing her, but with the responses she was giving him it would be pointless. He had no choice but to face his crime.

The torrent of children and parents slowly died down leaving only five people at the entrance of the building. A crying young boy and four older kids wearing masks of the four main characters. Him and his friends.

"Wow, your brother's kind of a baby isn't he?" He heard one of his old friends say.

God, how did he used to call these people his friends. How did they not see the damage they were doing to this poor innocent kid? It's kinda funny how much 2 years can change someone. That's how long it took him to change from a skittish loner with only one friend to speak of, to a complete arsewipe who was hanging out with douchebags like this.

"It's hilarious!" His younger self admitted.

He wished he could close his eyes and cover his ears. He couldn't believe he used to be like this. 3 years ago never would have dreamed of doing this kind of thing to anyone. He wished he could go back to England in 1982, to warn his younger self and prevent him from becoming this arsehole! But it was too late, and he had to suffer the consequences.

"Let the guilt flow through you. Let it stain your mind and drive you to redemption."

"Why don't we help him get a closer look! He will love it!"

"Watch the blood flow and understand why you must join us!"

He couldn't handle it anymore. Seeing himself making the worst mistake of this life and having this 'thing' whispering in his ear was too much for him. He needed to find some way out of here, otherwise he would go insane.

"No please!"

'N' 'O'

That robotic voice, The Puppet!

"You have no business here you leech! This is my flashback!"

"Come on guys, let's give this little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal!"

He watched his younger self and his "friends" grab Evan by the arms and lift him up. He watched with bated breath as he writhed, kicked, and struggled against their grasp, all in vain.

"No! I don't want to go!"

'H' 'I' 'S' 'G' 'U' 'I' 'L' 'T'

'His guilt'. The Puppet was right. This crazy manipulative fuck 'Cassidy' was trying to use his guilt to make him her ally. She trapped Evan and tried to kill him and Veronica, and she expected him to side with her?!

"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer! Hahahaha…"

He strained his mind to try and pull himself out of her memories. He didn't know how he was doing this nor if it would work, but he had to try. As he watched himself and his "friends" carry Evan closer to Fredbear, the sounds began to get dimmer, the scene began to get lighter.

"She can't keep you safe forever you traitorous bastard!"

His vision became white, and Cassidy's grip over him faded away.

Account 1-20 Case # 6392

Subject: Michael Solomon Afton

Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA

0602 hours, July 4th, 1985

When he awoke, he felt like he was experiencing an adrenaline rush. His vision had a blue filter over it, he could feel his heart beating rapidly, and he was suddenly hyper-aware of everything around him. He sat upright and looked at his hands, shaking violently with what looked like blue waves of energy emanating from them. What the hell was happening to him? He felt energized and powerful, better than he ever felt in his entire life. Even the headache and the humming sound was gone. Drowned out by the sound of his energized body. Then just as quickly as it started, it ended.

He closed his eyes and placed his hand on his head while he took a minute to readjust to his surroundings. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the fluorescent lights of the pizzeria, that familiar annoying humming, and a wide-eyed Veronica.

"Oh… um…"

He stood there in awkward silence as he recalled the events of that night. What could he even say to her? The two of them had just been hunted down by haunted robots and she had learned he was a murderer. Should he try to talk about it or just walk away. It turns out he didn't need to answer that question.

"Um… I think we need some time to think about what happened here." Veronica finally stuttered out.

"I think that would be best." He agreed.

Without another word, she turned around and slowly walked out the door of the office, leaving him alone once again.

When he was sure she was gone, he hung his head and slammed his fist into the desk. He had scared off the last person who cared about him. Sure, it was what he expected would happen, but it still hurt.

"God damnit"