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So because of the fact that the characters are 16, plus some other things that I can't say right now, we get the lovely Note Of 2006! Why did bite autocorrect to note- I'll leave that in. The Death Note of 2006!
Okay, uh, so I replaced Chris's name with Evan. Just so you know.
This chapter has some blood in it, and it's depressing. I was debating whether or not to leave it in, then I remembered that this is fnaf and the actual canon books are much more gruesome than this, so I left it in. Yay!
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Chapter 21
The Bite Of 2006
Notice:
To Steve Anderson,
One of our day shift guards, Lauren Gilbert, is out sick. We have selected you to take her place in the 12-4 shift at our other location, Fredbear's Family Diner. Don't be late and make sure to wear your uniform. Smile, because you are the face of Fazbear Entertainment!
William Afton, CEO
"Here, I made you a peanut butter and banana sandwich." Stella handed him a sandwich in a green Tubberware container. Steve took it gratefully.
"Thanks. Is your little monster sleeping?" Steve asked.
Stella rolled her eyes and tied her vibrant scarlet hair into a high ponytail.
"She's your kid too. And no, she woke up a couple hours ago. I think she's playing with her stuffies in her room. Hey, maybe you could take her to work sometime? I bet she'd love it there."
Steve considered it.
"Hm, maybe. Although I wouldn't be around much, they definitely keep you busy there."
Stella nodded. "Okay. Well, you should get going. Love you!"
"Love you too." Steve gave his wife a peck on the cheek and walked into his garage to head to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
When Steve arrived, he spotted two girls and one guy standing outside. He recognized the girl with short black hair as Reggie Magnolia, the new girl. She was sixteen and worked as a day guard with two other adults, whom Steve knew as Isis Callum and Walter Rollins.
Steve waved, parked his car, and stepped out to go join them.
"Hey. I'm Steve Anderson. I'm the fill-in for Lauren, she's out sick today." Reggie gave him a smile and a wave, Walter gave him a curt nod. Isis, who had long white hair in French braids, took a swig from a can of Coco Colo.
"Right. Yeah, I remember you. Reg says her uncle likes you. You've become quite the favourite, huh Sawyer." Isis swallowed her drink and crossed her arms.
Steve slapped his forehead.
"My name is Steve, actually."
Isis nudged Reggie. "I thought you said his name was Sawyer!" She scolded. Reggie winced.
"Sorry! Uncle Christian said his name was Sawyer or something like that."
"Oh, Christian's your uncle? Yeah, he seems to have a hard time remembering my name." Steve said. Reggie laughed.
"Tell me about it! He calls me and my brother Gavin, 'Rachel and George'."
They all laughed.
"Twelve o' clock. Let's go in." Walter said, opening the door and letting the three others go inside before him. He made sure to close the door behind him.
Steve winced at the sudden burst of bright lights and colours, loud kiddie music, and the smell of cheap cheese pizza and old smelly rubber shoes.
He spotted a girl with brown hair in pink pigtails showing off her new light-up sneakers to an excited crowd of first-graders. A group of small kids playing tag ran past Steve, almost making Isis spill her drink. The host, Lucia, was trying to get an impatient line of customers seated, who yelled at the four workers as they pushed past them, thinking that they must be rude customers cutting in line, completely ignoring their obvious uniforms and caps that stated otherwise.
There were twin boys in red tees with blue letters enjoying pizza, a group of adults chatting, a girl with curly black hair singing along with the robot band, a group of twelve-year-old boys looking scornfully at the kiddie decorations, little babies in strollers - and was that William and Henry in the corner? It was! And Clara too, it seemed. Steve decided to go say hi.
"Alright, you'll definitely be careful with them?" Clara asked, holding a small boy that Steve could identify as Evan Afton, William and Clara's youngest.
William nodded. "Of course." Then, just noticing Steve, he said; "Hey, Steve! Mind watching this one and Michael - he's the one by the arcade machines with the Foxy mask and gray shirt. It's Evan's eighth birthday, so I thought he could hang out here for a bit till I'm done with work."
Steve nodded, spotting Michael as well as three other boys with matching masks of Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica.
"I'll try." Steve told him. William grinned. "Thanks. Anyways, you should probably get going, Clara. Be careful out there, the roads are slippery."
Clara rolled her bright green eyes and twisted a piece of her ginger-blonde hair that had escaped her tight bun.
"I'll be fine, William. I can take care of myself." She set Evan down and kneeled so she was eye level with him.
"Have fun, okay sweetie? Michael will make sure nothing bad happens to you, and your father will take you home once he's done, okay?"
Evan sniffled. He clutched his Fredbear stuffy tighter.
"But I wanna stay here with you and Daddy. Michael is always mean to me when you guys aren't here."
Henry patted Evan's head, ruffling his dark brown hair. "Well, you could always play with your friend Cassidy."
Evan nodded, and a small smile came to his face. "I will. Cassie's nice. She shares her toys."
Clara gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Okay. I love you, and I'll see you next week. Happy birthday!"
"Love you." Evan mumbled, already drifting away to the small girl with short curly black hair who'd been singing with Fredbear and Springbonnie, the girl Steve identified as probably Cassidy. Clara said something under her breath to William, and then she quickly turned on her heels, speedwalking through the crowds of people to the exit.
While Steve acted like he was throwing stray balls back into the ball pit of questionable sanitation, he was really eavesdropping on William and Henry's conversation.
"I just don't know if it was a good idea to bring them here. I mean, after what happened with Elizabeth…" William trailed off, sounding worried.
"I know what you mean, and you're right to be skeptical, but it was really brave of you to bring them here after what happened. Plus, these are completely different animatronics, and I can assure you that they are completely safe. You won't lose another child, I promise." Henry reassured his friend.
"Thank you, Henry. That really means a lot." Steve glanced over and saw the two men hug. Steve smiled, and watched the moment in silence. Until some random nine-year-old cannonballed into the ball pit and sent colourful plastic balls everywhere, undoing all of Steve's hard work. He sighed and went back to throwing them in all over again.
-lll-
"I officially hate ball pits." Steve said in disgust. He'd spent ten minutes putting every single ball back in, and then another ten trying to find some kid who's distraught mother was sure he'd drowned in the four-feet-deep ball pit. Steve had to swim in a pit of smelly balls and sweaty children just to discover that the missing kid in question was beside the bathrooms scamming the other kids with Pokymon cards.
Isis laughed. "I never stopped. Those places are death traps."
"I saw some kid barf in there once." Reggie chimed in. Steve wrinkled his nose. He sure hoped they cleaned that place, though the smell said otherwise.
"I heard a boy disappeared in there. They say he climbed out twenty years in the past. Nobody remembered who he was." Walter did jazz hands for emphasis. Everyone laughed. Time-traveling ball pits? That was just crazy.
"This place totally blows."
Steve turned to the side to see who the comment came from.
Huh. It was Michael and his friends.
"Careful, Jeremy. Mikey here might get his daddy to get us banned." The one with the blue shirt and the Chica mask teased, jabbing a finger at the blond who'd made the comment. Michael laughed.
"You wish, Joseph! But you're right, this place does suck. I can't believe my parents dumped the little twerp on me. I don't wanna baby-sit!" Michael scoffed. "I'm fourteen, not Evan's freaking mother."
Steve did a double take. Besides the obvious fact that Michael was smaller and younger, he was an exact replica of his father. Dark hair, pale skin, gray eyes. Only difference was that the kid lacked the poise of his father.
"Jeez, that kid sounds fun." Walter muttered, jolting Steve out of his thoughts. Isis laughed, and took another sip of her pop.
"Don't pay too much mind to him. I always got my five younger siblings dumped on me and I certainly wasn't too happy about it."
"Wow. I guess I understand why my older sister got a door lock and not me." Walter laughed.
Steve turned his attention back to the boys. He enjoyed people-watching, and maybe it was a little weird, but as long as he wasn't harming them, he figured it would be fine.
The one with a red V-neck tank top and a Bonnie mask took a bite of his cheese pizza. He chewed it thoughtfully.
"What if we play a prank on the kid?" He suggested. Michael's gray eyes lit up.
"Yes! Patrick that's such a great idea. It'll be so funny. I dressed up as Foxy once and jumped out at him from behind a corner."
Jeremy, the one with a green hoodie and Freddy mask, laughed. "Awww, did the little baby cry?"
Michael laughed. "He's such a scaredy-cat. I can't believe him. Hopefully this prank finally gets him to grow up."
Patrick nodded. "Alright, what should we do?"
The four boys huddled together to discuss their plans.
Steve made a mental note to keep an eye on them. Their prank could be harmless, like covering Ev in Funny String or putting whipped cream on his pizza, but it could also be a mean prank. And besides, Evan was only - what, eight? He would most likely not respond well to a mean prank.
Speaking of Evan, the young boy was wandering over in Michael's direction, closely followed by Cassidy. Evan clutched his miniature Fredbear plushie, while Cassidy held a Plushtrap. The Plushtrap was apparently a finger trap, which Steve didn't find too appealing, but maybe he could buy one of the other plushies for his daughter, she might like one.
Michael, noticing Evan, pulled his mask on further and stood up.
"Hey, loser. Happy birthday." Michael laughed. Evan glared up at his brother.
"Shut up, Michael."
"Ooh, big words from the little man." Joseph jeered. Evan's blue eyes started to well up and he angrily wiped them away. Too slow, however because his brother and his friends noticed and chuckled, giving him a punch on the shoulder.
"Aww, is the little baby gonna cry? What a wimp." Michael said scornfully. Steve was beginning to wonder if he should step in, but decided against it. They were probably just teasing.
Cassidy glared at them.
"You guys are such bullies. Don't you have anything better to do? It's Evan's birthday." She put her hands on her hips.
The older boys ignored her. Michael punched Evan again and he cried out in pain. Cassidy pushed Michael away and stood in front of her friend protectively.
"Get away from Evan, or I'm telling your dad."
Patrick laughed. "He's such a wimp, he needs a girl to defend him." Cassidy narrowed her eyes.
"I'll do it. I'll scream."
Michael rolled his eyes. "Can it, you little bitch." He shoved her to the ground, hard. Cassidy coughed, unable to stand. Michael had six or seven years on her, there was no way she'd be able to properly fight him.
"Um, should I step in?" Steve asked Isis, a little worried. She shook her head.
"No. You've gotta let them work it out for themselves. It's the only way for them to learn."
Michael and his friends snatched up the scared little boy, each of them carrying a limb. Evan was full-on crying by now, tears and snot running down his face.
"Wow, your brother's really a baby, isn't he." Jeremy noted, adjusting Evan's right leg. Michael laughed.
"I know. It's hilarious!" Michael glanced over at Fredbear, who was dancing stiffly with Springbonnie at his side.
"Why don't we help him get a closer look? He'll love it!"
Evan whimpered and tried to squirm out, his face growing pale. "No! Stop it!" The little boy sounded terrified.
The group was growing closer to the stage. Michael passed Evan's other arm to Patrick and climbed up onto the stage. Isis noticed and set her drink down, anger in her icy blue gaze.
"Hey! Kid! Get off the stage!" She yelled. Whatever happened to 'let them work it out on their own'? Steve thought dryly, but he agreed with her. It could be dangerous for the kids. An animatronic could accidentally hit them while performing their song, or something.
The group advanced. Steve stood beside Isis.
"Kids, get away from the animatronics! That is an off-limits area!" Steve shouted.
"Shut up, old man!" Joseph yelled. Steve flinched. Michael leaned over and grabbed Evan's chin to look him in his watery blue eyes. Evan sniffled.
"Come on guys, let's give the little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal!" Michael cackled.
"No, please! I don't wanna go!" Evan sobbed, still fighting furiously to get free.
"You heard the little man. He wants to get even closer!" Michael lifted Evan up by his black-and-white striped polo shirt and tugged him in front of Fredbear, who continued dancing obliviously.
"Hey! I mean it boys, get down right now!" Walter shouted, running towards the stage.
"I think the baby said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" Michael laughed, ignoring Walter.
"Seriously kid, don't mess with the animatronics." Isis shouted. Everyone in the pizzeria was watching the scene in front of them, as if it was some play being hosted on the stage. One girl was even munching some hot buttery popcorn.
"On the count of three!" Michael called jovially, hoisting him up to eye level with Fredbear, right in front of his gaping mouth. Evan wailed louder. Michael held three fingers up.
"One…"
Walter, Steve, and Isis rushed forward to try and tug the kids offstage before someone got seriously hurt. Patrick, Andy, and Joseph blocked their way like some team of bank guards.
"Two…"
Cassidy sat up and rubbed her head, just then noticing Evan in his turmoil. She quickly scrambled to her feet, terror clouding her umber eyes.
"Please, Michael, I'm scared…" Evan sobbed, staring into Fredbear's looming mouth filled with rows and rows of dangerous teeth. Michael stared at his brother. He stared at the crowd. Finally, he lowered the final finger.
"Three!"
Michael shoved his terrified brother's head into Fredbear's mouth. Evan screamed and tried desperately to free himself from the golden bear's grasp, but his head was stuck. He screamed again. "Michael, please help me!" His voice cracked and he started crying again. Fredbear, who'd reached the last line of the song, closed his mouth down to stop singing.
Crunch.
Fredbear's jaw slammed down onto Evan's head with a sickening crunch.
Michael froze. Steve froze. Isis froze. Walter froze. Every single person in the pizzeria froze. The bouncy, jaunty kids music screeched to a halt. Everything went silent.
Michael walked over to inspect his brother. Evan was hanging limp from Fredbear's mouth. He tapped Evan's shoulder. "Uh, you okay, little bro?" He asked quietly.
Michael's question was answered by the thick, dark blood beginning to pour from Evan's head, staining Fredbear's matted golden fur and pooling around Michael's sneakers. Evan's body came loose and fell from the animatronic bear's mouth onto the stage floor, right in front of Michael. His head was twisted at an odd angle, away from the crowd. He didn't get up.
Steve gasped. Oh my God.
"Oh, shit." Isis breathed.
And then chaos followed the silence.
There was a collective gasp from the crowd. Parents covered their children's eyes. Children ran around screaming in terror. Steve, Isis, Walter, and Reggie ran forward. Michael was kneeling in the pool of blood, tears dripping down his face. He desperately felt his brother's chest, searching for a heartbeat.
Steve climbed onto the stage, with Walter and Isis following him.
"Reggie, go call 911." Steve instructed. Reggie nodded, looking sick, and sped off.
"What the hell, man! Your own brother?" Joseph yelled. "Jesus Christ, you murdered him!"
Jeremy just stared at Michael with fear in his glassy blue eyes. He said something Steve couldn't hear above the screaming and chaos around him.
Michael turned, tears streaming down his deathly pale face.
"I didn't mean it! I swear, I didn't mean for any of this to happen! Evan, please, wake up! I'm so sorry!" He sobbed. His friends quietly slipped away into the crowd and ran. Cowards.
Steve looked over Evan's body. His face was a pale shade of blue, most likely from choking. Evan's blue eyes were blank, and he had dried tear streaks on his cheeks. He had crescent-moon shaped scars on his forehead, already welling up with blood. And, oh God, his forehead had been completely torn away, bitten right through flesh and even through his skull. Steve suppressed the urge to vomit. Evan's whole face was covered in blood.
Sirens interrupted them.
"Hey, Michael. I know this is hard, but can you please move out of the way for a moment? The paramedics will need to take Evan." Isis asked gently. Michael nodded, his whole body shaking. His stormy gray gaze couldn't, wouldn't tear away from his brother's body.
"What the hell is going on up here?!" William burst through the doors that led to the downstairs workplace. Steve could spot Henry, Linda, Elise, Kenny, and other workers behind him.
Steve could imagine how it would look to see a crazed crowd, policemen and paramedics, William and Henry ran over to the stage. Henry gasped.
"Oh my God-"
"Evan?!" William yelled. He ran up to the stage, only to be blocked by two burly policemen.
"Who are you?" The first policeman asked, crossing his arms.
William glared at them, fire in his eyes.
"I'm his father! Let me see him!" William snarled. The two policemen shared a glance, then nodded.
"You can meet him at the hospital. Would you and your other son like a ride?"
"Oh my God, whatever! I don't care!"
"Dad!" Michael yelled. He leaped down from the stage and ran into his father's arms. William held him stiffly for a short moment, then let go.
"You go with the policemen, I'll meet you outside in five minutes. I'm going to call your mother and tell her to meet us there."
Michael nodded and followed the two policemen outside.
"Excuse me." Steve turned to the side. A young policewoman with her dark hair in a messy ponytail and thick glasses pulled him aside. A quick glance at her name tag told Steve her name was Darla. "What is your full name?" She asked.
"Steve Eric Anderson."
"Place of residence?"
Steve told her.
"Relation to Evan Christopher Afton?"
"Oh, I'm not related to him. I work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I'm a mechanic. I was called here today to fill in for Lauren Gilbert as a security guard." Steve rushed.
Darla nodded, and scribbled it down on her notepad.
"Okay. Well, we've contacted the staff, and we're going to be closing this diner today. You're free to head home. Do you need an escort?"
"No thanks, I can drive myself." Steve assured her. She nodded and let him leave.
"Clara. It's me, William. There's been an accident involving Evan. We're going to meet up in the emergency room at the hospital. Call me when you can." William punched the 'end call' button and groaned. "Godammit, Clara, why aren't you answering your phone?!" He yelled in frustration.
"She might just be driving and can't answer." Henry reassured his friend.
"It's been almost an hour! She should be home by now, she only lives fifteen minutes away! Oh my God, this is the worst day ever!"
"Calm down." Henry murmured. William stared at him in disbelief.
"Calm down? What the hell do you mean, calm down? I-"
Steve exited the building. It wasn't right to eavesdrop. At this point, he'd had enough of eavesdropping.
He walked through the empty parking lot and sighed when he was finally in the safety of his car. He couldn't help but feel like it was his fault. Shouldn't he have done something to stop Michael and his friends? He knew it was an accident, a terrible, horrible accident, but he'd been left in charge!
It was too late now. Steve sighed and started up the car.
All he knew was, he would never work the day shift again.
A/N
Hehe bear go chomp.
So I was having so much trouble writing this, I ended up calling Maegan and my other friend Jenna and just finished the chapter all in one go. Best quote from that call was 'hid head rolled off at an odd angle'
Sorry my humour took its pet toaster swimming-
Considering changing the name of this story to 'Pizza With A Side Of Murder'. Thoughts? Suggestions? Don't be a ghost reader! Go ahead and leave a review! It's free, and nobody can track you if you leave a guest review, if you're worried about your information being stolen. Ah well, on the internet, we have no privacy \_(ツ)/
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~BIGGhostCat