#☾ ºTo be redeemedº☽

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for  an  angsty  starter . for michael afton

Angsty Starter For: @luposcainus ! (Possible Triggers added in edit tags)

Michael doesn't let his grief overtake him often, he's a man who focuses on what's truly important in this life: Undoing the misdeeds of his father. His mission should be the only focus he has and everything else should come secondary to it. In a sense, he helped contribute to the kill count William had acquired by forcibly shoving his brother into Fredbear’s jar. That day? Michael lost the man he loved to grief and grief made a monster out of him. In desperation, a man would do anything to put his family back together and that act in itself was a selfish one. Michael couldn't be certain as to when William’s goals shifted from fatherly desperation to self-preservation but the single thing he could say with confidence was that his father became a cruel creature.

No matter his intent, he did unspeakable, horrible, gut-wrenching things to those children and he couldn't forgive William. His memories of the Father he once adored are too tainted now to ever think of forgiveness, to ever think of taking a different path in life that wasn't retribution. Perhaps his desire to redeem himself in the eyes of his brother and God did help fuel his mission further as well. There is an undeniable hand that it played in how he evolved as a person. He was no longer terrorized, he no longer bullied, he just existed as Michael, with no added title or descriptor.

On days where the burden became particularly heavy, he'd allow himself a rare visit to Junior’s. Michael despised that bar with a passion, it's the very one William frequented to drink away his sorrows and pain in those early days. Whenever he enters, the older patrons look at him with pity. Do they recognize him as his father’s son? Do they see him in the same light as him? Those unspoken questions infuriated Michael.

He didn't want to be seen as William. He didn't want to be seen as his son.

Michael does his best to ignore as he takes his seat and focuses on the menu.

Just ignore them, Michael, just ignore them. They do not know you, they do not know him like you do, just ignore them.

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The menu presented to him contained nothing of note, no beverage caught his immediate interest. All that they had available are the beers that can be readily available in just about any supermarket or general store, name brands that left a sour taste in his mouth such as a Bud Light. Junior’s wasn’t a classy bar, it’s rundown and struggling. He wouldn’t say he minded that however, let this place fade from memory, like all of the other establishments William ran or frequented.

Michael folded up his little menu and placed it on the table. There’s nothing for him here today and that marks the third time of his nightly visitation to Junior’s resulting in nothing. He kept returning despite that though, being drawn in like a magnet. Why does he always come back, return to here? It’s a cycle that he cannot imagine ending until he himself has ended.

Michael blamed his father. Everywhere he goes, he inevitably finds a reason to pay a visit. What a disgusting truth that he is desperate to ignore, being lured here, by some part of him that remembers his father. Suddenly those overly priced Bud Lights looked fairly appetizing. He had his hand half raised to flag down a bartender but paused midway through the gesture, retracting it back down, appearing as if he’d change his mind.

He heard a noise over the noise of chattering Bar Patrons and televisions that grabbed his attention. His brows knit together, knowing that whatever made this noise wasn’t happy. Not in the slightest. It echoed In his ears like an angry cry and came with a sense of familiarity in it’s electronic sound.

The ground-shaking hadn't registered to Michael.

Foxy.

Was it Foxy or is he just hallucinating all over again?

Michael stood from his stool, creeping over to the window slowly to check. In the event that he wasn’t having an auditory hallucination, he couldn’t allow everyone’s focus to be shifted onto him. That would mean panic if they saw what may stand out there.

Panic, he couldn’t risk it.

Panic kills.

Nobody else needed to die at the hands of his mistakes.

for  an  angsty  starter . for michael afton

Angsty Starter For: @luposcainus ! (Possible Triggers added in edit tags)

Michael doesn't let his grief overtake him often, he's a man who focuses on what's truly important in this life: Undoing the misdeeds of his father. His mission should be the only focus he has and everything else should come secondary to it. In a sense, he helped contribute to the kill count William had acquired by forcibly shoving his brother into Fredbear’s jar. That day? Michael lost the man he loved to grief and grief made a monster out of him. In desperation, a man would do anything to put his family back together and that act in itself was a selfish one. Michael couldn't be certain as to when William’s goals shifted from fatherly desperation to self-preservation but the single thing he could say with confidence was that his father became a cruel creature.

No matter his intent, he did unspeakable, horrible, gut-wrenching things to those children and he couldn't forgive William. His memories of the Father he once adored are too tainted now to ever think of forgiveness, to ever think of taking a different path in life that wasn't retribution. Perhaps his desire to redeem himself in the eyes of his brother and God did help fuel his mission further as well. There is an undeniable hand that it played in how he evolved as a person. He was no longer terrorized, he no longer bullied, he just existed as Michael, with no added title or descriptor.

On days where the burden became particularly heavy, he'd allow himself a rare visit to Junior’s. Michael despised that bar with a passion, it's the very one William frequented to drink away his sorrows and pain in those early days. Whenever he enters, the older patrons look at him with pity. Do they recognize him as his father’s son? Do they see him in the same light as him? Those unspoken questions infuriated Michael.

He didn't want to be seen as William. He didn't want to be seen as his son.

Michael does his best to ignore as he takes his seat and focuses on the menu.

Just ignore them, Michael, just ignore them. They do not know you, they do not know him like you do, just ignore them.