*Markiplier voice* Hello everybody, my name is Toon Think, and welcome to my Five Nights at Freddy's fanfiction! *clears throat* So, a few things for me to say before we start. First things first, I'm just gonna rip off the band-aid, this is NOT a story for kids or for the faint of heart. I'm sure FNaF fans are already aware of the subject matter that the games provide, but to make sure everyone knows what they're walking into: This story contains domestic child abuse and child murder, and will feature a sizeable amount of graphic violence, gore, and body horror. If any of this bothers you, please turn back now; My intention is to make this story disturbing but I'm also not looking to traumatize anyone.
This story is something of an experiment for me as I've been itching at trying my hand at some actual horror stories, and this is one of the ideas I had. As such, I don't really think this one is for everyone, which is fine. This is not about some sympathetic main protagonist, this is a character study about William Afton, one of the most evil yet enigmatic villains in gaming that I can even think of (À la similar stories with villainous protagonists like American Psycho and Death Note). My goal with this story isn't to make Afton sympathetic (because really, there's no point in even trying), rather just to get into the head of such an enigmatic serial killer, learn why he does why he does, and witness his rise and fall.
Another thing: Yes, this story does revisit quite a few story points that already exist in the games, so I can't say this is entirely original. Regardless, it will be going into those same story points with more depth as obviously the games don't show much. Dunno if there are any stories already like this (probably a lot for all I know), but I wanted to take my own shot at my version of the FNaF lore regardless, so I hope you enjoy. That brings me to the last thing: I don't really consider myself an expert on FNaF lore. I've played the Clickteam games and have researched what I could but if something in this story doesn't add up with a vague detail from the games or books, or something that Matpat said somewhere, please forgive me, because honestly there are things in FNaF that are just straight-up difficult to understand. Anyway, with all that out the way, on to the show...
Disclaimer: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's or any of its characters. FNaF is owned by Scott Cawthon.
A bang sound filled the otherwise quiet, cold, pitch-black room. Nothing but the quiet dripping of water droplets accompanied it, as the door to this room was repeatedly slammed on, bulging the door ever-so-slightly. Finally, a violent ripping sound followed, as the door's lock was ripped from its socket, and the door was barged open. It creaked open as the group of men came into this dark room, turning their flashlights on.
The one up front, with his long, somewhat greasy dirty blonde hair and beard, and his green Let's Eat! shirt, put his crowbar aside, smiling gleefully. As he came in with his friends, he pointed his flashlight at the various shelves here.
Old, withering merchandise filled these shelves. Plushies, toys, plates, and other things, of which a great many portrayed the classic anthropomorphic animal characters: The purple Bonnie the Rabbit, the yellow Chica the Chicken, the crimson Foxy the Pirate, and of course, the brown, ever-huggable Freddy Fazbear. A torn poster laid on the ground, portraying the old, 1980s animatronics of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, under the bold yet inviting and friendly Celebrate! text. None of this merchandise had seen light in 30 years.
A small laugh escaped the man's mouth as he nodded to himself. "This is it, man. The last storage of the last pizzeria." He looked back at his cronies. "Grab everything we can carry and get 'em back to the attraction."
As the three of them split up to look through this storage room, the leader of the pack found himself looking around at all of these nostalgic items. He had spent a good deal of his life absolutely obsessing with the details of the legends of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza; Everything from its multiple incarnations, its creepy animatronics… the murders… the rumors of what security guards had experienced in its haunted hallways at night... Now, it had all come to this, here in this last storage room that contained the last remnants of these legends.
As he took a box and started collecting things from these shelves, he jumped as a brief crashing sound came from the other side of the room. Jumping, he dropped the box at his feet and immediately pointed his flashlight toward the back.
As he walked over, there was… nothing. Not either of his friends, not a rat, just… this old, withering, Yellow Rabbit animatronic, hunched over in a completely limp position. It was extremely withered, with holes all over it, one of its ears partially broken off, and its iconic yellow color having decomposed into more of a an ugly green.
His eyes widened and his hearts practically skipped a beat as his flashlight locked on it. He slowly walked toward it. "Oh, gnarly."
As he only got closer, he raised his shirt over his nose to combat the horrible smell that this thing gave off. Yet, with a smile on his face, he knelt down before it and delicately reached to touch its face. His smile only grew wider as he felt just how real it was. "After 30 years…" Then, frantically, he pulled out his phone and called his friends, holding the phone to his ears. "Dude, you're not gonna believe this. There's an actual animatronic in here, man. An actual, real one! I'm looking it over right now." He rubbed around it. "It's so creepy, dude… this'll work! Yeah, yeah. We gotta go grab something so that we can actually pull this thing outta here, man." He got up and turned to speed-walk away. "We need this in the attraction ASAP, man, I'm not letting this one go."
As soon as he was out of sight, the limp Yellow Rabbit's head raised to look in his direction.
Behind Purple Eyes
Chapter 1: Grand Opening
The Yellow Rabbit design, in its original form, remained immortalized on an old, crumpled piece of paper. It fumbled through the fingers of the 40-year-old William Afton, who often carried this slip in his pocket, and then frequently took it out to glance at it, reminding himself of where this dream had started. Oh, the things he had created. The dreams he had brought to life. He daydreamed about it all so often, about this joy of creation. The cheers of excited children filled his ears, and the slightest smile was stuck on his face as he simply moved his eyes upward toward them.
"Daddy, Daddy!" The excited blonde girl with her father's own British accent ran over toward him. "Is it time for the grand opening?"
He carefully put the slip back in his pocket as he reached to grab her hand. "Come down, Elizabeth, it could be any moment now." He spoke with his calm, mature voice as he led her toward the stage. His purple suit shined through the crowd of excited children and their accompanying parents, with his fancy, dark, nicely-combed hair. "Do you know I made this one for you?"
"You did?" She beamed up at him.
"Of course, my little bunny." He delicately pet her hair. "You just promise me one thing, alright? You are not to go near it."
She grew somewhat confused. "Why not?"
"Because I said so. You don't want to know what happens if you disobey, Elizabeth."
Her confused, disappointed gaze remained in her eyes as she glanced back toward the curtains at the front stage of this brand new Pizzeria. Colorful party-themed decorations filled the room, with red, pink, and white balloons that floated up at the ceiling, and red and pink ribbons that covered the walls.
"Alright. Wait here." William left her side as he moved up through the crowd. Elizabeth followed at a distance, moving through the crowd as well to get a better look.
She could now see her father up by the stage, standing in front of the curtains. "If I may have your attention, everyone!" He announced. "My wonderful guests. I'm William Afton, the creator of so many of your favorite animatronic characters."
The crowd cheered.
"And of course, welcome to Fazbear Entertainment's newest establishment. I've worked on this one for quite a long while, and I did it all for my beautiful daughter, who can dance, and who can sing. Who loves the simple things in life like balloons, and ice cream. So, I created something that could give her all that at once. Just for you, my dear Elizabeth. So, ladies and gentlemen, may I personally introduce you to…" A big grin formed on his face. "Circus Baby's Pizza World."
The lights changed, the curtains opened, and confetti poured from the ceiling. William stepped to the side as the massive new state-of-the-art animatronic, Circus Baby herself, came into view on the stage. Its eyes lit up with splendor, and it continued on with its robotic dance moves, as its accompanying music blasted through the room.
Elizabeth excitedly bounced a bit, clapping her hands and giggling in glee. It was the most beautiful animatronic she had ever seen, with its moving face-plates and beautiful red and white colors. It was better than anything she had imagined. Her heart was full knowing her dad had designed it all for her… but as the festivities continued on, running through multiple songs, she looked around in confusion as she realized her father had not returned. Confused, she began wandering the crowd. "Daddy?"
After a few moments, she finally came across him, near the restaurant's restrooms, leaning against the wall and rubbing his forehead as he whispered… something to himself. "Daddy?" She walked up to him.
"Yes?" He immediately cleared his throat and turned toward her. "Yes, Elizabeth?"
"I… I want to go see her."
"No." He again cleared his throat and walked past her. "Do not go near her, Elizabeth."
She watched on in confusion as the songs continued. As she wandered the restaurant, she could still see these other children, whose parents were actually allowing to go up and see this amazing new animatronic. They were even receiving cake and ice cream that it was dispensing from its chest, as it smiled at them from above with its warm, welcoming demeanor. Filled with envy, she moved back to find her father.
Once again she could see William, who was now accepting congratulations from some other suited adults over the success of the opening. With a frown, she went to pull on his suit, interrupting their conversation. "Daddy, why won't you let me play with her? They let the other children go see her. Why won't you let me go?"
William hissed a swear as he again took her to the side. "Daddy's busy, alright? Please, do not go near it." He nearly growled this time, before he turned to continue his conversations.
Elizabeth turned back toward Circus Baby, with a frown on her face.
From here, she spent a good portion of the party at the table, chin in her hands and her feet lazily kicking back and forth as she stared on at the beautiful animatronic. The way her dad talked to her sometimes, was just… scary. She knew that he loved her, but, sometimes… she had her fears that he didn't truly. Like he was just so angry at her half the time. Today, it only added to her confusion that William had claimed to make this one for her…
As she stared on, she noticed that the other kids here were starting to direct their attention to other attractions within the restaurant. Here, Circus Baby stood with its usual song and dance, with less and less kids it was entertaining.
She looked back toward where she had last seen William. He wasn't watching… he wasn't even in the room. She looked back at Circus Baby. At long last… it was just the two of them. Eagerly, she stood up and walked over, somewhat shyly.
"...Hi, Circus Baby." She waved.
In response, Circus Baby suddenly halted its dancing. It turned to stare at her.
She smiled. "Don't tell Daddy that I'm here." She whispered. "I wanted to watch your show, too." She looked her over. "I don't know why he wouldn't let me come see you, you're wonderful." Then, she looked around. "Where did the other children go?"
Circus Baby didn't respond. It was just… staring.
Elizabeth stared right back. "Will you… keep dancing? For me?" She waited. "Will you do something? Anything?"
In response, the animatronic's chest suddenly opened up, tilting its entire upper body backward. A claw extended from its insides, revealing a soft-serve vanilla ice cream cone that it held outward… all just for her.
Smiling, Elizabeth slowly reached her hand forward to grab it. She glanced up at Circus Baby's lifeless face, once again considering what would happen if her Dad found out she had in fact approached the machine. Yet, after all… this was all for her. She knew that much. Her fingers had just wrapped around the cone when-
Suddenly, a second claw revealed itself, grabbing her arm.
"Ah!" Elizabeth grunted. She looked up at its face once again, seeing its dead, white eyes. "What are you-?"
With a high-pitched scream, she was yanked violently inside of the machine, as it immediately began to close up once again. She was screaming in pure terror as it steadily sealed her inside. "DADDY! DADDYYYYY!"
It was already closed up tightly by the time the other children returned, screaming their heads off not of fear, but in cheering as they returned to see what Circus Baby would do next. Above their own yelling, they remained unaware of the muffled screaming and resisting that wrestled against the machine from inside, rumbling it slightly. Finally, there was a violent, ripping crack, and then… silence. Some blood began oozing out from the animatronic's cracks, dripping down its legs from behind where no one could see it.
"Elizabeth?" William asked around as he searched around the whole building for her. "Elizabeth?" Upon realizing she wasn't around, he slowly walked up toward where Circus Baby still stood, dancing and singing as if nothing had happened. He opened his mouth ajar as he realized where she now was… and was going to remain.
"I try not to think about that day." William's fingers lightly rubbed his pant-legs as he stared blankly ahead at nothing. "It was supposed to be my day. The grand opening. Yet another celebration of my work. All…" He closed his eyes, choosing his next word. "Soiled…"
His therapist and psychiatrist, an aging man with glasses, a trimmed white beard, and his own combed hair, who sat in the nice chair across from him, lightly twirled his pen in his own fingers. "Losing a child will take a lot of you. You need time to sort through all of those thoughts. That grief. In whatever way you think it should be handled. But ignoring it, pretending it doesn't exist… it's not how you go about it. You have to find a way to face that."
William sighed and leaned his head back.
His therapist picked up his notepad, flipping through some of his notes he had on this patient. "Why don't you tell me a little more about your work?"
William grew silent. After a moment of staring at nothing, he slowly looked back at him. "Why?" His voice almost sounded confrontational.
"Because I noticed that, faced with such a traumatic event, the day that your daughter goes missing and is never found… you mention your grand opening, how it didn't work out. Why do you think that is?"
Thinking about that, he ever-so-slightly smiled. "I've put so much of my life into my work… Doctor Weiss. It's who I am. Without my work, who am I?"
"You're William Afton, you're a father."
"And is that supposed to be the only thing that defines me?"
"Hey." He held his hand out slightly. "I understand. In such difficult times, when you have nothing else to fall back on, it's good to have that anchor, something to hold on to. See, with me, it's, well, I'm a fisher." He chuckled a bit. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eye. "I could spend hours out at the pond by my grandparent's old place. It's a comfortable spot for me, it gets me away from my troubles."
"My work isn't a pond, Doctor Weiss. It's my life."
"Oh, yes, I understand, I'm just trying to point out… it's good you have that anchor." He put his glasses back on. "But you need to find a better balance with it all. You need to… find more time for those children of yours. They need that anchor too, between… having lost a sister, and what happened with your other son-"
"My children are fine." He growled somewhat. "I take good care of them, I assure you."
Weiss lightly tapped his pen against his notepad as he stared ahead at him. After a moment, he moved to write down an additional note, then set the notes to his side, leaning forward. "William. It's ok to seek help if it's all too much for you. You've been through some unimaginable things. And after those things happen… it can be easy for a family to fall apart. It can be easy for a person, any person, to fall apart."
William stared back at him, thinking about this. His gaze again went to the side, glaring at nothing. "They don't know what goes on in my head. I'd like to say that, a lot of the time… I live in another world. A world with all of these characters I created. It's a beautiful world, it's free of suffering, it's free of… death."
"...Does death scare you, William?"
He suddenly scoffed. "Does it scare me? No, I think it's more… wondering, what's on the other side of it all. Is there something more, or is it just… nothing?" He stared ahead into Weiss' eye. "You're an older fellow. What do you think?"
"Well… it's not really in my place to say. All I really can say is… we don't know. We won't know until it's our time. And all that matters to us right now is this life we currently occupy."
William didn't respond, again leaning his head back.
"You said before you've been having trouble sleeping." Weiss continued. "Are these thoughts what's been keeping you up?"
Again, William was blankly staring ahead at nothing. Finally, some tears began to well up from deep inside him. "Doctor Weiss, if I had known what was keeping me up at night, I would tell you, but the truth is… there are thoughts in my head I can't even identify. These thoughts, these things I feel… there's something not right with it all. Sometimes, when I've been awake for long enough, I wonder… if I'm just… going mad."
Weiss stared at him, thinking this over. "And… what have you been feeling?"
William glanced over at him, thinking of what to say. He ultimately didn't respond.
Pouring rain showered from the night sky onto William's purple car as he drove through the night away from his session that he had abruptly ended. His radio wasn't even turned on, he was breathing calmly, it was just him and the pattering of the rain outside as he stared blankly ahead at the road.
His head was practically empty by the time he heard a loud honk, saw light from another car pouring into his windows, jumped, and swerved back onto the proper lane, straightening the car's path. He exhaled sharply, squeezing the steering wheel.
The rain had not calmed by the time that he turned and pulled up into the parking lot of Jr's, the closest bar establishment to his own home. He didn't even bother to park straight as he found a parking spot, and got out, uncaring of the rain around him. He slowly wobbled his way up toward the bar.
Before he could enter, another man opened the door and stepped out after noticing him through the windows. "No. William, you've gotta go home, man. Come on, you know you can't be here." He stared at him, expecting a response. He shook his head. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."
William just stood there in the rain as he stared at him. His gaze was lazily moving downward as he wobbled slightly.
"You listening!?" The man suddenly shouted. He pointed outward. "Go home! Before I have to call the cops!"
Again, William turned and glared daggers at him as he just… stood there, blankly, for another moment. After an awkward moment, to the man's relief, he just turned back to his car.
"Asshole." The man muttered as he walked back inside and closed the bar door.
William, in turn, got back into his own car, and continued on his silent drive. His hold on the steering wheel had only tightened as he drove all the way to his own home.
He sighed to himself as he walked up and got the front door open, absolutely soaked as he came inside. Here in the living room, he looked over at his youngest son, Garrett, who was simply… staring into the glow of their TV. An eerie static erupted from it, filling the room. There was an idle Atari game on, with the controller on Garrett's lap.
"Garrett, I told you what I thought about that stupid game." William muttered as he walked over. He noticed that although Garrett did indeed have the controller… he wasn't playing it. He was just staring into the screen, with minimal blinking. He didn't even respond.
"Garrett." He commanded.
Garrett blinked slightly, but still didn't respond.
William looked down. He must've had a rough today… perhaps he'd just leave him alone. He was about to turn to leave, when the TV suddenly erupted into a deep, other-wordly, robotic voice. It was, for some reason, spelling out individual letters: Y
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C
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William blinked as he himself stared ahead at the TV, confused, before he looked back at Garrett. A thick line of blood was now oozing out of Garrett's nose, spilling down his chin and onto his lap.
Shuddering somewhat, William desperately moved out of the living room, toward the back of the house. He looked around for his oldest son, but only found his closed bedroom door. "Michael." He moved over and turned the doorknob. It was locked. "Michael!" He began knocking on his door. "I told you not to close your door."
No answer. He growled to himself as he again lowered his head. This was his house… he couldn't ignore him like that. Now, he began banging on it. "Open the door!"
With another growl and a hissed swear, William walked back through the house, left out the front door, and circled around the exterior to find that, indeed, the window to Michael's window had been smashed out, with the room itself unoccupied.
He must've run off to that place again… William balled his fist as he leaned against the house wall, staring in through the window. He would be sorry when he came back…
Indeed, around an hour later, after the rain had finally calmed down, William was staring out the front windows of the house with his arms crossed as a truck pulled up to the driveway.
It was used by a bunch of teenagers, including a bunch that were sitting in the trunk bed. William's head raised somewhat in silent irritation as he watched their approach.
At last, he could see Michael as he jumped out the truck, while his friends laughed, pushing him lightly. Michael largely ignored them as he came up the sidewalk, and opened the front door, heading inside. He tried ignoring his father entirely as he walked down toward his room.
William unfolded his arms as he followed. "Where were you?"
"Out with friends, don't worry about it." He replied with a somewhat quiet voice.
"In the rain?"
"We waited it out, it's fine."
"I told you before, this is my house. My rules." He growled. "I told you these are not hours for you to go out."
"Whatever."
Angered, William got in front of him, blocking his path as he put his hand on the bedroom door, just before he could reach it. "Is this what I raised? Huh? A little git who's always gonna be running off with those delinquents and ignoring my orders!? I already told you I don't like those kids." He leaned inward, revealing his yellow teeth as he growled at him. "But you don't care, do you? You don't care about our family, you don't care about what you did to Garrett. Don't you?"
"Oh, fuck off!" He shoved him.
With that, William grabbed him, punching him as hard as he could in the stomach. His head struck the wall as William shoved him against it, and punched him twice more.
Michael doubled over onto his knees, groaning in pain, as William resorted to using his feet, kicking him in the side, groin, and then, his head.
William panted heavily as he stood back, shakily straightening his own suit.
A pained wail escaped Michael's mouth as he started sobbing there, holding himself.
William again growled, stepping back as he rubbed his nose. "Oh, stop it. Stop it."
Michael couldn't respond; He just kept crying there, wetting the floor with his tears and his mucus.
"C'mere." William suddenly got down and grabbed him from behind.
"No! No!" Michael tried wrestling against his grasp.
"C'mere." He growled this time as he squeezed him, holding him close.
Michael did nothing to return the hug, and leaned away from him, still steadily crying.
"I love you, Michael." William said blankly as he cradled him. "I will always love you."
Michael just laid limply in his arms as he let all of his tears out.
These were indeed difficult times for the entire family, and none of them had been quite acting the same as they once did. It was, of course, William's job to hold the three of them together, and he knew this perfectly well as he ended up taking Garrett back to bed, tucking him in, and cleaning his bloody nose. Then, in silence, he would return to his own queen-sized bed that he got all to himself, where as per his usual night-time routine, he got into bed and simply… stared up at the ceiling, daydreaming himself to sleep.
Every 90 minutes or so throughout the night, his bedside alarm clock would go off. Every time it did, he took the opportunity to get up and walk around a little before heading back to his sleep, ensuring that he never actually entered REM sleep during the night.
His alarm rang for the last time at 6:00 sharp. Almost like a robot, with barely a hint of emotion on his face, he moved to turn it off and get dressed. This part of his day always took around an hour: He made himself an omelet, showered, shaved, got fully situated in his nice, purple suit, combed his hair back perfectly, made sure there were absolutely no visible imperfections on his person in the mirror, and then headed out before his kids were even awake.
He was a busy man who had a lot to work on in his life, so this was the day's point where his routine started to vary from day to day depending on what his job for the day was. Today, he was driving all the way down to the underground robotics factory and storage that he and his own company, Afton Robotics, owned.
He took the somewhat lengthy elevator ride down into the facility, and headed through into the room where Circus Baby was now held after the shut-down of Circus Baby's Pizza World the previous month. He put his hands on his hips as he came in and looked everything over. Currently, Circus Baby was powered on with its usual glowing eyes, but wasn't otherwise moving, aside from the occasional twitches that it gave off from electric bolts as the engineers in this room ran their last diagnostics on it.
"Hey." William called out. "What are you doing?"
"Final diagnostics." One of the engineers replied. "So we can keep the logs for future animatronics."
William desperately moved to the maintenance panel and began powering down some of the room's functions. "I told you not to go poking around this one." He then looked around at everyone. "And what do you mean 'final'?"
Some of the engineers glanced around at each other, as at that moment, another suited man, a member of the company's board, stepped up. "We gave them the go-ahead today, we're taking her apart. Using her scraps."
William suddenly moved in-between them and the robot. "Under no circumstances! She's the last memento I have left of my daughter. Don't you get that? Who approved this?"
"...We're sorry, William." He continued. "But it's our orders, under careful consideration."
"Well, then I say sod your orders. No one's taking this one apart, I told you that."
"William." He stepped forward, lowering his voice. "People are concerned, alright? These weird… design choices you put into these robots, the constant accidents that are happening… your daughter going missing on the Pizza World's grand opening… do you want us to get investigated? Because we're on the verge of it."
William didn't respond. He looked around the room, shakily rubbing his own mouth as he looked back at the animatronic behind him. "Circus Baby… is my creation. For my daughter. Please, you must know how that makes me feel." He said with noticeable deadpan in his voice.
"And we get it. But, William… this is a business, not a museum. We have to make cuts here. You've known that."
"I'd turn it into a museum if it meant keeping her intact." He turned back toward him.
He sighed. He knew there was no way he was gonna talk him down with this one. "…I'll see what I can do. I can buy you a couple days, at most. But that could be it. So make the most of it."
William watched as he and the other engineers moved to shut down everything in the room, including Circus Baby. Circus Baby hunched over slightly, now left there in the darkness like a statue.
Now left alone, William simply stood here in this dark room, as he glanced back up at the animatronic. Clenching his fist, he suddenly screamed to himself as he moved to kick some random objects and walls in here, listing off some British swears as he did. In the aftermath, while trembling, he again moved to make sure that everything from his hair to his suit and tie was once again perfectly straight, clearing his throat.
He didn't quite notice as Circus Baby, in the darkness of the room, twitched behind him. Its lights in its eyes began flickering back on.
William, after taking a breath to calm himself down, was in the process of looking through some of the diagnostics these engineers had made when, behind him, multiple functions in the room began turning themselves back on, seemingly on their own. Finally, Circus Baby's eyes lit up fully once again, and it stood up straight. It stared straight ahead, directly at him. There was a pause, and then… "Daddy?" The robot's voice spoke.
William jumped, dropped the notes, and turned toward it, staring on in awe and confusion. As the moments went by, leaving him unsure of what he was seeing was really happening, he stepped toward it. "E-… Elizabeth?"
Circus Baby looked down at its own hands. "What's… what's wrong with me? What happened to me?"
William stepped closer and closer. Although he was indeed terrified at first, that feeling slowly began to melt away, and a grin began to form on his face. It wasn't a smile of love, or even relief, just pure… wonder. "Fascinating." He muttered in his usual low growl as his grin grew wider.
Well, as per the tradition of my other stories, I'd like to remind you that if you enjoyed the story (or didn't, all good), or just have something to say, you are fully welcome to leave a review and let me know how what you think. I'm still very much a learning writer, and as I said above, this is an experimental story I'm trying out that is different from anything I've written before, so any feedback you have will be super appreciated. This won't be a very long story, right now, I only have it outlined for 7 chapters (though that could always change), so for now, *Markiplier voice* I will see you, in the next chapter. Buh-bye!