#This one isn’t about pigeons. 📖 || drabble

[cry-away-the-monsters]

Mr. Afton

( ft. @immortalafton’s William ;) )

William Afton.

A man shrouded in a level of mystery that no one person could singlehandedly reach. A man that, for so many years, had gotten away with brutally murdering innocent children...a man beloved by so many others for being a goofy funny bunny, running around and entertaining the kids that visited Freddy’s.

The same man that’s now leaving his home to destroy the very machines that were possessed by his victims.

The restaurant was shut down. Abandoned. After a sweet employee by the name of Angel had been brutally attacked by Foxy, they just couldn’t keep the restaurant open anymore. People heard about the incident, and they didn’t dare support the franchise anymore. It was over after that point...too many lives had been lost to Freddy’s for them to accept it anymore. So, they had no choice. They had to shut it down. Enraged by the decision...William decided he needed to blow off some steam.

...simultaneously unaware that his tantrum was to be viewed by an audience.

The very employee that had been attacked was out for a nighttime walk. A bad idea, sure, but she needed air. She needed some time to herself...but she was surprised when she found herself viewing her ex-boss (and crush) walking into the restaurant. Blinking in confusion, she decided to pass the restaurant, not wanting to bother him. Seeing her would surely upset him, so she didn’t dare approach. Still, she found it odd that he would go in there. It wasn’t long after that that she heard...noises. Ones that made her flinch and turn back to the restaurant. Noises that sounded like something being destroyed, crushed to bits. What the hell...?

She turned and walked toward the restaurant, listening closely...and then she heard it.

Inside the restaurant, William huffed and puffed, holding onto the axe in both hands, looking over the mangled parts of the animatronics. He glared at them. They were gone for good now...he didn’t have to worry about them. Tossing the axe to the side, he was about to leave...but a chill filled the air. He squinted, debating if he wanted to actually look. No, he didn’t...but if something was up, maybe it was a better idea that he check on it. He turned to look...and what he saw made him freeze and widen his silver eyes. He felt like he was bolted to the floor, his heart was racing and his blood ran cold.

Each spirit he angered...all of them were floating above their mangled bodies, all of them were glaring at him. All of them were beyond furious.

Beyond reason.

He practically tripped over his own feet when he fell to the ground and shook like mad, panting and struggling to speak. The words caught in his throat, his brain too frazzled to think. They started to move toward him without a word, and he screamed. He had never screamed as fearfully as he did that day...and, without knowing it, he had caught the attention of his most loyal employee. He screamed and scrambled to his feet, running into the back room after struggling with the boards, panting and nearly falling as he stepped backward, shaking his head.

“No...no! Get away from me!! I gave you life, I gave you immortality, and this is what you do to me as thanks?!” he screamed, the angriest of the bunch glaring at him. She moved even closer to him, prompting him to bolt away, fearful under her darkened gaze. Then...he spotted the suit. The old springlock suit. Without hesitation, he ran to it and put it on for no other reason than it being a last-ditch effort to escape. Perhaps seeing him in the suit would save him? Regardless, he put it on and stared at the other souls, grinning before he started laughing at them, his hands on his hips. He was sweaty...and those locks were brittle.

Then someone appeared.

Hearing the screaming, the concerned employee immediately ran in and rushed toward the sound of the screaming, finding her way to the back...and she gasped as she saw him don the suit. She stepped into view, reaching a hand out to him.

“M-Mr. Afton, the locks!!” she yelled, tears forming in her eyes. He stopped laughing...but it was a little drop of sweat that did him in. Just one little drop...and his fate was sealed. He was about to speak, but instead, he felt every lock go off, one by one...and the severe pain of the locks going off overwhelmed him. His eyes widened, and the immediate pain made him let out a throat-shredding scream while he grabbed at the head of the suit, his body spasming violently while he shook and twitched this way and that, blood leaking from every part of the dilapidated suit. He screamed and screamed and screamed, the pain overwhelming his senses to a degree so high that no other pain could begin to compare. His innards were torn to shreds and spat out of the front of the suit while he dropped to the floor, his back and head hitting the wall. He desperately continued to try to pry off the suit...but the blood was leaking quickly. Too quickly. His eyes were rolling back...and soon, the spasming stopped. His hands dropped to the floor, his eyes rolled back permanently now, metal bars going through his jaw, forcing it permanently open.

The expression everyone would see when they saw his corpse so many years later...

What he couldn’t hear or feel was his former employee, screaming along with him and rushing to his dying body, screaming for him to stay with her, Mr. Afton. She panted heavily as she took out her phone, grabbing at his shoulder, his blood splattering onto her face and her body from how much was coming out. She frantically called 911...but it was no use. His screams silenced...and so did she. With wide eyes, she looked over his face, tears streaming down her own. She felt a sharp pain go up her arm, her chest feeling heavy...and she knew what was happening. Her heart was torn to shreds when she realised that he was gone...he was dead. She started screaming again, dropping her phone, grabbing his face and desperately trying to shake him awake. The children nearby watched this woman scream his name, watched her scream and cry and carry on...and all they could do was stay silent while her screams ceased. The operator tried calling out for her, but Angel could no longer hear her due to the ringing in her freckle-covered ears.

She stood up...but it didn’t last long. She grabbed at her chest and wheezed. Her body fell to its knees...things grew dark. Dark...cold. It was cold. Her body dropped to its side...

...

...then she woke up in a hospital bed. The beep of the heart rate monitor was going, the room pristine and white. She was cleaned of blood, like nothing had ever happened to her. And at first, to her, nothing did happen. She wondered if she just had a nightmare...but then she was hearing the news.

“...a memorial for William Andre DJ Afton is to be scheduled–”

...all she could hear was her own screaming.