#oc: tori eliades

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Magentamedicines: Origins (Part 23)

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His father had been let out of jail, somehow despite the abundance of evidence connected directly to him, somehow despite the fact that the police had absolutely seen him burn Rose Warren to a crisp, inside of the defunct Fredbear's building.

And now Michael's ex-girlfriend was lying unconscious on his couch with several injuries that seemed to be closing and reopening themselves as if they weren't sure what to do.

Henry would be there soon- he had to get there soon- Michael was absolutely not equipped for this.

But he did have a potentially decent idea- albeit one that involved going into that awful laboratory.

No amount of air freshener could fix the awful smell down there, nor would it erase the memories of everything his father had done, to him, to his sister, to all the other children whose lives he'd ruined.

But Michael sucked it up and pushed forward, until he found that stupid case full of God knows how many vials of that awful shit.

He took out a few of the syringes, the blue ones, and went back upstairs. Henry had arrived shortly after he'd left, and Cori had let him in.

“I'll fill you in in a second Uncle Henry- I've got something I need to try-” Michael said, turning to Tori and looking between her and the syringe.

“Eyes. . .” She whispered, clearly still barely awake. Michael just nodded, and stuck the syringe where she'd instructed.

Her eyes filled with the same bluish hue of the remnant in the vials, and the wounds his father had inflicted seemed to heal themselves almost immediately, the only reminder of the experience being faint scars that could just as easily have been from sleeping wrong overnight.

“Ugh. . . I was hoping I'd never have to tell you about that,” Tori sat up, shaking her head and pressing her thumbs behind her eyes.

“Well I can't say I'm angry about it, dad's done weird shit to all of us at this point,” Michael responded.

“Oooohhh! Can you make fun stuff happen when you sing too?” Cori said excitedly. Tori shook her head with a laugh.

“I think I'd like to wait a bit before I show you what I'm capable of, I feel like I got hit by a truck-” she responded.

“Well Michael, I assume you called me here because of the little news story from this morning? And don't worry about the kids- they're with their aunt, I wasn't sure they'd want to hear about all this,” Henry gave a glance in Cori's direction, as though he thought she might be too young to be involved as well.

“I uh- yeah- Tori showed up about an hour ago saying he broke into her apartment- figured I'd let you know he doesn't seem to want to reintegrate quietly,” Michael responded.

“Miss Eliades? Did you need somewhere to stay the night?” Henry said, turning to her.

“I uh- I should be fine- I think he's gotten the message across that he wanted to,” she responded quietly.

“Yeah, no, you're staying the night here whether you like it or not,” Michael shot back, crossing his arms.

“Oh what, I get my house broken into once by an insecure British asshole and suddenly I can't handle living alone?” She scoffed.

“That's not what I said and you know it,” Michael rolled his eyes.

“Does anyone want coffee? I'm gonna go make coffee,” he continued, walking off to the kitchen before the others could respond.

“He's right Miss Eliades, it wouldn't be safe for you to go home right now- but if I may ask- what exactly happened with that uh- stuff- in those vials,” he heard Henry say from back in the living room.

“I think it's called remnant- I think the clearer ones with the sort of purple tint are what it looks like in its base form, the colorful ones seem to come from other people, I guess it has to do with some kind of- I don't know- like I should've died in an accident I had as a kid, I knew it was going to happen, I'd tried avoiding it because I had a bad feeling, but then it didn't work and now somehow I can get stabbed to death in my apartment and still make it to my boyfr- my friend's house with minimal issues,” Michael perked up at that.

“It's a fascinating situation really- I suppose it makes sense,” Henry continued.

“. . . Did something happen Mr. Emily?” Tori asked, softly.

There was a long pause before Henry responded “I saw my little girl again, it was brief, she was upset at me, for what I'd done to see her again, she told me I'd have to go back, but that she could give me something to make things easier, to make sure it didn't happen again, that I could hear anything even if it was miles away,” he said finally.

“Well, aren't we just a big band of misfits then,” Tori said, letting out a pained laugh.

“I suppose we are,” Henry chuckled. Michael sat down on the couch next to Tori, handing her a coffee mug.

“I suppose now isn't a great time to mention that I uh- I've been cut from Fazbear Entertainment- evidently they believe me to be some kind of liability due to my connections with William, so I won't be able to keep him out of Freddy's, unfortunately,” Henry said.

“What? They can't just do that- you're the founder!” Tori said incredulously.

“Well unfortunately when I gave over a majority of the rights to the characters and the company, technically I did allow them to get rid of me if they so chose to,” Henry replied.

“Well what do we do then? We need some kind of a plan, if you're not at the company anymore that leaves it open to William's influence,” Tori continued.

“Well you and I are both still there, they don't know I'm an Afton and you haven't had any connections to us since. . .” Michael cleared his throat, but he was sure the group understood what he meant.

“So we just wait it out until we can get him caught?” Tori responded.

“Or move, maybe,” Michael responded.

“Well- I guess it's at least some kind of plan. . .” She said.

But Michael had a feeling that none of the plans they could make would be as effective as they should have been.

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Day Five! This one's gotta be one of my top faves of my fnaf ocs

Name: Tori Mercedes Fitz-Afton Eliades

Gender: Cis Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Taken

Extra: pseudo-immortality and pre-cognition (future sight), both conditional, weapon skills include knives, hand-to-hand, and guns

Blog you can ask about her: @magentamedicines

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Magentamedicines: Origins (Part Twenty-Two)

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Things had been almost peaceful since William Afton had been put behind bars a month ago, Michael's birthday had gone off without a hitch- Tori swore he looked happier then than any other birthdays she'd seen him at in years.

It was still a stressful time for him of course, she knew that- having to manage the house alone- having to take care of his seven year old sister- having to answer infinite questions about his father, about all the deaths, about Evan.

But they'd been spending a lot more time together recently, they'd gotten close again, and she hadn't felt any ill omen about that fact.

Maybe he really had changed for the better, maybe giving him the chance to evaluate things without her influence really was all he needed.

Tori looked at herself in the mirror, smiling, something she'd been doing a lot more than usual in recent years. Her hair was pulled to the side in loose curls, face coated in white foundation with streaks of black tears running down her eyes.

She liked the tear drop makeup, it felt like a memoriam for the boy whose death had propelled it all.

Tori had never considered herself spiritual in the sense of ghosts and ghouls and gheists, but ever since that day a small part of her hoped that Evan had lived on, somehow.

But after the fire at Fredbear's, she wasn't sure there would be enough left for him to hold onto- if his spirit was trapped in the building at least.

She didn't have work today, which meant she could devote the whole day to reorganizing her apartment. She'd thought about moving somewhere else- maybe inviting Michael and Cori to move in with her- but now wasn't the time, no, they were still dealing with all the other recent changes, it would be rude to ask right now.

It was about halfway through this decorating spree that Tori felt the tug of a vision behind her eyes. So she headed straight to the bathroom and turned on the sink, concentrating on the swirling motions as the water fell into the drain, and she let herself sink into it.

The first thing to form was an image of Michael, an older Michael, maybe by a few years or so. He looked scared- looked like something was tugging him back- preventing him from moving.

The next form was Elizabeth- she was holding something- something sharp- and she looked as young as she'd been the day she died. She was glaring up at her brother, looking furious.

The last figure to form was Tori herself, looking equally restrained, worried face aimed at Michael, yet the rest of her facing away.

Then Michael's face flashed briefly- replaced by that of a much older madman, one who certainly shouldn't have been present.

The vision subsided, and Tori was left staring at her face in the pool of water as it slipped into the drain.

“Oh Mike. . . What are you getting yourself into this time. . .” She muttered. She jumped slightly as the phone rang from the kitchen, shaking the vision fully from her mind and running to answer the call before it could hang up.

She didn't recognize the number on the dial, but she did vaguely recognize the voice that answered her request of “who is this.”

“My name is Dave, and I just wanted to give you some forewarning, my dear, I fear you've made a very, very big mistake, and I'm afraid that someone needs you to pay for it, very dearly. . . I would sleep with your seer's eye open, tonight,” Tori's blood ran cold.

There were exactly three people who could've possibly known about that, two she knew for sure, and the third who was supposed to be behind bars.

She hung up the phone as soon as possible- rushing to check over the day's newspaper.

And there it was- right on the cover- William Afton released from prison- on the grounds that there wasn't enough evidence to keep him there. The further she read she realized that Michael would still own all the assets, William was essentially being sent back out as a completely different man, no ties with anything he'd previously been connected to, no house access, he'd have nothing.

She thought it was strange, for a man who hadn't even been charged with the crimes they'd accused him of, but she supposed the punishment could have come from something else, from someone else.

But that wasn't the important part- the important part was that it was getting dark- and she needed to warn Michael.

But on her way to get back to the phone, she heard the unmistakable sound of something breaking through her window. She needed a weapon- she needed a good. weapon. And she needed it as fast as possible.

She whipped around, looking through her cutlery drawers for a decently sharp knife, something, anything.

But before she could fully grab anything she was pulled to the floor by something behind her.

And there he was, serial killer William Afton, his hands wrapped around her throat, cutting off the airflow.

“You fucking bitch- I'll show you- I'll show you what happens when you ruin my plans! When I'm done with you your horrid little boyfriend won't even recognize you.” William snarled, he looked like a rabid animal. She tried to fight him off, tried shoving or kicking or doing anything to free herself. But it was no use, eventually, everything went dark.

“Miss Tori? What are you doing here?” Tori blinked- she was stuck in some kind of dark abyss- but Evan was there- he looked so young. . . She could barely make out his face, but she could remember it so clearly regardless. “You should go- you shouldn't be here- Charlie- Charlie told me I can help you back- if I try really hard-” Evan said quietly, he grabbed her hand and started running. Tori followed him, though she wasn't quite sure what was happening.

They repeated this process quite a lot that night- Tori would wake up in a body that surely should have been dead- then she'd try to fight off William and fail- then Evan would help her find her body- then over and over and over again. She lost count of all the ways she'd died that night before William Afton finally got bored of the game and left, she was shaking, her body felt exhausted- covered in scars and scrapes and bruises working overtime to heal themselves, at least to the point where they looked more like strange tattoos than real injuries.

She knew what she needed to do next- Michael would be at home- probably trying to prevent his father from getting in.

And sure enough, the porch lights were on when she limped up to the door, hand still clinging to her side as it throbbed in pain. Driving the car was one thing, she just sat down the whole time, but the second she tried moving she felt only agony.

“Tori? What are you doing here this la- what the hell happened!” Michael's confused expression shifted to one of extreme concern within seconds.

“He got- he got out- in the apartment- he'll come for- danger-” she tried to form the words coherently, but her brain was feeling spotty, and eventually, she succumbed to the injuries again, and passed out right there on the porch.

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Magentamedicines: Origins (Part 20)

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She'd gotten into meditation, recently, hoping it would make the visions calmer, give them an outlet, make her feel real again.

But Tori knew that wasn't possible, Circus Baby's had shut down before she could really find out what the hell William was doing- why he would've taken Millie.

And to make matters worse, now she was dealing with it all alone.

First Ruby had gone missing as well- then her parents and her little sister had died, a car crash, on their way into Utah, they'd been coming to see her for New Years.

They'd left her almost everything in the will, given her full freedom over her person, she'd never have to see her aunt and uncle again.

She'd bought an apartment not to long after, Millie's grandfather had signed off on it for her, so she could have an adult listed somewhere that she actually trusted. Said it was the least he could do after- after what happened- that it was what Millie would've wanted.

But something still felt wrong.

She had space, she had freedom, she didn't have to force herself through visions for people she didn't even know, but it still felt. . . Off.

1987 had only just started a few weeks ago, and already she was surrounded with a terrible, awful feeling of dread for what was to come.

She still saw Michael in the halls, bit there was something wrong with him, his eyes were different, somehow, tired. Lighter frame- he never smiled- even less so than before.

Why was she even worried about him? They Broke. Up. She didn't need to care- she shouldn't care- she didn't need him! So why was she still so concerned about him? Why did she care so much?

“God I wish I could just erase my memory- maybe then I'd actually feel alive again,” Tori said to herself, not quite making eye contact with her reflection in the mirror.

But she could still feel the burning stare of her own eyes, she felt it constantly, like an ever present waking nightmare built for her and her alone.

She had a job interview that day, at the new Freddy's location in the mall.

Henry had set it up for her, she'd reached out to him no more than a week ago, desperate for something to do, something consistent, something she'd be able to do something good with.

There was no dress code as far as she knew, he'd told her she could even wear her usual makeup. That had at least made things feel more normal- comforting.

But all that comfort evaporated the moment she locked eyes with a boy cleaning off tables in the main stage area.

Michael. God was she ever going to be able to get away from him? She couldn't possibly be that cursed could she?

The two of them stared at each other for an uncomfortably long time- until Michael finally got pulled away by some other boy who looked about their age, with bleached blond hair that looked like it was in desperate need of self care, and a tan that suggested he spent a lot of time outside.

And eyes that suggested he spent a lot of that outside time engaging in habits that weren't exactly age appropriate.

“Miss Eliades! You're here for the interview, yes?” Tori tore her eyes away from the scene at the sound of her name. One of the employees, also with dyed hair, though admittedly a much less natural color, and looking very much like they'd rather be anywhere else, was standing in the doorway near the offices.

“Oh uh- yes-” she said, giving one last glance toward Michael and his friend before heading toward the back.

“Mr. Emily- you have an appointment-” said the employee- Graves- the name tag read- before leaving to go check on something else.

“Come on in, kiddo,” Henry said from the other side of the door. Tori breathed in, then exhaled heavily, before walking through the door.

“Isn't this kind of- cheating-” Tori said.

Henry chuckled “it's not necessarily cheating so much as having a good reference, but yes, I think you know I didn't necessarily call you in for just an interview,” Henry was a nice man, one of the few people who didn't give her constant feelings of danger- but what the hell could he possibly have called her in for other than an interview.

“I know things have been- hard- for all of us- since-”

“Since Evan died,” she finished the sentence, Henry nodded solemnly.

“Forgive an old man for his concern, I just- I thought things would be easier- if everyone was in one place,” Tori raised an eyebrow.

“I'm not sure I follow, Mr. Emily,” she replied.

“Look- kid- I know you and Michael haven't spoken much- if at all since then- but I also know you both still mean a lot to each other, and I care quite a bit about that boy, I'm worried about you, Tori, about you being on your own- I heard about your family- my condolences, of course- I just want to make sure things are. . . That things are going well for you, that I can keep you safe,” did Michael still walk about her? Surely not- he seemed like he was going to be sick every time they interacted with each other.

“I appreciate the concern Mr. Emily but- surely you have better things to do with your time than worry about- me,” she responded.

“I think you and I both know that my concerns are fairly grounded in reality, Tori, especially with certain. . . People. . . Prowling around as of late,” he was talking about William- she was sure of it- but what else did he know?

“So do I have a job or not, I suppose that's the crux of the issue,” she said, shifting in her seat to sit up straight.

“How does the prize counter sound? The Puppet is good, but he can't quite manage everything alone,” Henry said, there was a glint in his eyes, something sad, troubled.

“Sounds good to me- when can I expect to start?” Tori asked.

“How about next week? We'll have your uniform sent directly to you,” Henry replied, Tori nodded, thanked him, and left.

“So uh- how- how'd it go-” she turned at the sound of Michael's voice, looking him up and down.

“I start next week, at the prize counter,” she said, trying to keep her expression neutral.

“That- that's uh- that's cool- wish I just had to stick to one area, I mostly get stuck on party room duty-” Michael continued, scratching the back of his neck.

“That doesn't sound too bad, just means you get to stretch your legs,” she tilted her head, cursing herself internally for the little laugh she'd let out.

“Fritz! Buddy! Who's your new friend?” It was only then that she noticed the name on Michael's name tag- Fritz S.

“Oh uh- this is- this is Tori-” Michael said, averting eye contact as his new friend ran over to join in the conversation.

“Oooooohhhh- like that one? The girl you talk about all the time? Like all the time all the time because you like her a lot-” Tori tried to hold in the urge to laugh again, sure that if it weren't for her heavy foundation she would've been scarlet.

“Yes. Jeremy- my EX girlfriend.” Michael said through gritted teeth, though he didn't quite sound angry.

“Ooooohhh- dang man I didn't realize-” Michael's facial expression implied that he had very much made it clear that their relationship was a past tense thing.

“So do I get to know your name or do you just get to talk behind my back?” She said, aiming to break the tension.

“Oh! Right yeah- I'm Jeremy, Jeremy Fitzgerald,” Jeremy said.

“Well Jeremy, it's good to know Michael at least has good friends here,” she replied. “I'll uh- see you both next week I suppose,” and with that, she turned and left the building.

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Magentamedicines: Origins (Part 16)

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“Who even cares about Dylan anyway, all boys ever do is cause trouble,” Tori really didn’t know why she was here. It was all Millie and Ruby’s idea- go see that new animatronic pizza place- like it wasn’t made by the very same man who caused his son’s death.

She didn’t even want to think about William Afton- because that just meant thinking about Michael- and even all the way in December that wound still felt fresh.

She still saw Evan’s body every time she tried to sleep at night- damned herself to hell for not having done anything more to stop it. But what could she have done? No one would have listened, time and time again she was reminded of the irony, of the girl from ancient Greece who knew everything and yet never once was heeded. Was she cursed? The people her aunt and uncle forced her to predict for always believed her, but was that from her ability or their gullibility?

“At least we’ve got the ballet to look forward to this Christmas- Tori, you excited? It’s your big debut after all,” Millie said, not looking up from her pocket mirror as she reapplied some of the white foundation that had fallen off her cheek.

It was strange, really, the three of them had always leaned more toward the macabre, but 14 seemed a little early for full throttle, and an interesting juxtaposition to their shared ballet hobby. Gothic ballerinas, all three, white foundation and intricate details painted in shades of black and gray coated each face, and hid what the world didn’t need to know.

“I guess- it’s just- what if I mess it up? Clara is a big role- I still don’t know what they were thinking, giving it to me,” Tori responded, twisting a lock of black hair around her finger.

“They have a ballerina here- maybe you could practice with her, I think she’s built with actual performances you can follow along with,” Ruby said, short red hair falling over one amber eye. She knew the animatronic in question, a tall ballerina with a blue bun and eyes that never opened. It was a pretty robot, of course, all ballerinas were beautiful, it was a requirement.

But something about it had unsettled her from the first time she saw even just a passing photo of Ballora in advertisements.

“I- yeah- yeah I guess I’ll try that- don’t leave without me!” Tori said, grateful she’d packed her dance bag out of instinct. She stood up and made her way through the, admittedly rather small, crowds of children and into Ballora Gallery.

It was empty, currently, although Tori didn’t mind- less prying eyes to interrupt her practice.

Well- until she noticed one other person in the room.

Michael.

She was about to turn back and high-tail it out of there, maybe dunk her head in a vat of chloroform to erase the experience when, unfortunately, he turned around.

They locked eyes for an uncomfortably long period of time. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other since the accident- they went to the same school- it was kind of hard to avoid.

But this was different- this was more than just passing in the halls- yelling at people who tried to stick their noses where they didn’t belong.

“Oh uh- hi- didn’t uh- didn’t hear you come in-” Michael shuffled his feet awkwardly, looking like he’d rather be literally anywhere else.

“I was just-” Tori cleared her throat, feeling much the same “- I have uh- I’m performing- in the Nutcracker ballet for my dance academy- I uh- I got the lead- Clara-” Michael made a noise that could only be described as something between choking and active nausea.

“Oh- uh- I think- I think she’s programmed with some of the songs from- from that- dance- play- whatever- uh- good luck!” he left as quickly as he possibly could have, and Tori stood there for a few moments longer, wanting to melt entirely into the ground.

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts before walking over to examine Ballora’s practice discography, before finally finding something she’d need to perform. She inserted the disk, and the ballerina on stage shifted slightly, movements become more fluid as she exited from her normal rotation of random poses.

Tori made sure her ballet shoes were firmly attached to her feet before Ballora began to dance, watching her closely to ensure she was matching the moves exactly.

It was oddly relaxing, dancing with Ballora, Tori had expected to feel nothing but the pit of anxiety ever-present in her stomach, but instead she felt almost- lighter. She went through the dance a few times, Ballora congratulating her on matched moves, and helping her reassess where she misstepped. Ballora seemed- advanced- for an animatronic, far more than Tori was sure she should have been, but she didn’t feel like she was in danger.

As she finished up with what she was sure was her fifth run through, however, the sinking feeling returned.

And she heard, very faintly, a scream, coming from the Funtime Gallery. A very familiar sounding scream- Millie's scream.

But when she’d turned to run to where the sound had come from- she was met with someone she wanted to see even less than Michael.

“My son tells me you’ve been practicing in here for a while- I must say you show quite the skill set for a girl your age,” William said, condescending in every way.

“Thank you for the compliment, sir,” she nearly hissed the last word, looking for a way to get past him in the doorway.

“It’s almost like you can predict which move comes next before even Ballora does, it's quite fascinating,” that caught her off guard- did he know something? “I noticed your jewelry, made from your old mask I assume? Strange, though, that you didn’t need a prosthetic from an injury that so fatally wounded my son,” Tori tried to keep herself calm- he was goading her- trying to get her to slip up and do something stupid, what that was? She didn’t have a  clue.

“I had it repurposed, I didn’t want to get rid of it, but I’m sure you can understand not wanting a permanent reminder of such a tragedy, sir.” she said, all too aware that her chest was rising and falling at a much more rapid pace than normal.

“He still talks about you, Miss Eliades, and Elizabeth was rather disappointed you didn’t attend her birthday party in July,” William continued, she was getting desperate- something had happened to Millie and she needed to figure out what- what did he do to her?

“I’m sure Elizabeth is old enough to understand that Michael and I need. . . time apart. . . and I’m quite certain that even if he does think about me, Michael does not want me back around any time soon.” Tori said, hating the way her voice was beginning to falter.

William looked her up and down, maintaining eye contact with her for much longer than she would’ve liked. “I suppose, but I do hope you feel your decision was worth it, after all, I’d hate for anything to go wrong, but I suppose we can’t. . . predict the future,” her eyes went wide. How? How did he figure it out? She’d made absolutely sure to lock the bathroom door any time she had a vision at the Afton house- did he have cameras? Had she forgotten something? Had she had a vision in public without realizing? Read a journal?

“Well, I suppose it was nice seeing you again, I do hope it won’t be the last time we meet,” and just like that he was gone. Tori bolted for the Funtime Gallery, but by the time she’d gotten there, there were far too many children to get a good look at anything.

But looking up at the big pink and white bear on the stage, the uneasy feeling washed over her yet again, especially when she noticed the smallest tuft of dyed purple hair, stuck in part of the bear’s casing.

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Magentamedicines: Origins; The Bite of 83- Tori Eliades

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It was always a bad day when Tori woke up with a vision in the middle of the night, and the day got even worse when she saw what awaited her.

This was one of her moving visions, one of the ones that changed and danced in front of her.

And this one had all four Afton kids, standing in a row, looking just as they did now.

Except then they started changing, only a little.

Evan clutched his little head and fell to the floor. Elizabeth reached her hand out for something Tori couldn't see, then froze with her mouth open in shock. Michael was the next to start moving, growing and changing, she saw him get older, taller, there was a hollow look in his eyes, then suddenly he stopped, clutching at his chest, falling to the floor.

Then there was little Cori, and she too started changing- except she didn't quite have a stopping point- she just kept getting older, and then the vision stopped on its own.

“Aphrodite, if you can hear me. . . Please don't let this mean what I think it means. . .” Tori muttered. She drenched her face in icy water before walking over to her closet and getting dressed for the day. But today was a birthday, so she couldn't wear her usual black, so instead she went with a rich cyan colored dress and some black leggings, and the jean jacket Michael had bought her to commemorate their first date.

“Be home on time for once would you? I'm tired of losing valuable customer service appeal so you can hang out with that stupid boy.” Her aunt called from upstairs, Tori rolled her eyes, donning the Puppet mask and fleeing through the door.

The bus ride to the diner felt ominous, and the familiar guilty feeling she had grown accustomed to since tying herself to the Afton Family returned.

“Don't tell me you're still planning on going through with that dumb prank,” Tori crossed her arms as she overheard Mike and his friends snickering to each other.

“It'll be funny I promise! There's no way anything could go wrong!” Michael replied. If only she could tell him. If only she could tell him all the horrible awful things she'd been seeing, but would he believe her? Of course not, such was the curse of great Cassandra's Prophet daughter.

“You don't know that! Look at those things! How can you look at something like that and tell me its safe? Please Michael, if you have to give it one last go can't you do something different?” She pleaded with him, resting her head on his shoulder and tracing her fingers along his gloved hand.

“It'll toughen him up! If he can make it through this anything the school bullies throw at him will be a piece of cake- he's survived way worse from us than a stupid robot!” Michael said. Tori frowned, remembering the many other delightful pranks he and his friends had pulled off.

She always felt bad for the kid afterward, he always got so distant, he was always off on another planet.

But if Michael wasn't going to listen to her- than she was going to have to take matters into her own hands.

She just hadn't realized doing so might involve losing one.

Tori struggled against the jaws of the huge animatronic as she tried to pry it open from the inside, at least enough for poor Evan to yank his head free.

But a 13 year old girl was no match for a big hunk of metal nightmares, she realized that as the jaws came crashing down on the two of them.

Evan didn't stand a chance, his body went limp, and fell to the floor with a wet thud.

Tori pulled her arm- or what was probably left of it- free when the animatronic had fully opened its mouth back up.

Time went still- her arm was throbbing and stinging- it was damaged, sure, but she knew it would heal, another perk of her ‘gift’.

She and Michael locked eyes through their masks. Her head was throbbing- she'd probably have some damage to her nose too- Owen had punched her square in the center, and the masks they wore weren't exactly for defense.

She couldn't worry about herself now, though, they needed help- they needed-

“Tori I-” she didn't bother listening to Michael, they were done, the thought felt like a knife in her chest, but she had made a promise, she was breaking up with him if the prank when wrong, and it had, horribly.

“Mr. Afton! Mr. Emily! Some- somethings happened-” Tori had started her call with more gusto, but as the gravity had settled in her voice grew hoarse, caught in her throat.

Mr. Emily looked down at her arm, covering his mouth as he let out a gasp.

“William- you go see what happened out there- I'll tend to her arm,” he said, Mr. Afton nodded and left the room, though she could feel his eyes trailing her as he left.

“It's not as bad as it looks Mr. Emily, promise-” Tori said, silently begging that the wound had healed up enough in the time she'd spent getting here.

She tried to ignore the sound of Mr. Afton's yelling outside, of Michael begging for any understanding, of Elizabeth's cries to know what happened to her baby brother.

“Well, it doesn't seem to have bit through, you must be a very lucky girl Tori,” Mr. Emily said, wiping off the last of the bloodied remains.

“I should've lost it- the whole thing should have come off- I didn't try hard enough,” she'd long since removed her mask, the tears in her eyes clouding her vision in a haze of black mascara.

“You did what you could, I do wish you'd told us about Michael's little idea, but you're young, it's ok,” Tori bit back another sob as she looked into Mr. Emily's face. How could he be so understanding about this? His nephew was dead- and she hadn't done anything to stop it from happening! She knew! And she didn't say anything!

Mrs. Afton had decided to drive her home, something about not wanting her to be on public transport in her current state.

And of course, her aunt and uncle had no sympathy.

“It was about time really, I was getting tired of you spending all your time on that boy, it's like you don't care about us at all,” said Catarina Drivas.

“Truly, what ever happened to family first my dear, you enter teen hood and suddenly we just stop existing to you?” said Pollux Drivas.

Tori stood in front of them, blood still stuck on her clothes, bite mark plain as day on her whole arm.

And she grew furious.

“I just watched a six year old get popped open like a pimple on his own birthday, so forgive me if I couldn't give less of a flying fuck about your ‘family business’ you absolute sacks of shit!” She snarled, spinning on her heel and stomping off toward her bedroom before they could stop her.

She hung the clothes up over the sink in her bathroom, lighting a few candles before running a bath. She didn't even want to think about looking herself in the mirror right now.

As she sunk into warm water, eyes closed, she saw flashes of everything she could've done to stop this, all the warnings she'd ignored, all the danger she'd put herself in.

And Tori Eliades screamed so loudly that it was likely the whole of Hurricane could have heard her, even from under the water.

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Magentamedicines: Origins; Bite of 83- Michael Afton

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Today was going to be the best day of Michael's life- he knew that much after seeing the little twerp squirming in his chair pretending to smile when William and Henry brought out all that pizza.

The prank he and his friends had planned was just going to be the cherry on top.

“I really don't think it's a good idea- do you actually know if those animatronics are safe or are you just assuming?” Michael rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's twenty thousandth or whatever insistence that the prank was going to end badly. What did she know anyway? She didn't even grow up with the damn things in the house all the time.

“Don't worry about it dove! Everything's going to go just fine and we'll all laugh about it later! Promise!” Michael said, kissing her cheek and draping an arm over her shoulders.

He could see her eyes through the mask, pleading with him.

Tori had pretty eyes, she really did, but sometimes he found them just a little unsettling- she always kind of looked like she knew something she wasn't supposed to.

“Look- if it scares him a little too much I- I'll buy him an ice cream afterward- yeah- and this is our last prank! Just getting him prepared to deal with bullies at school! Promise!” Michael said, raising his arms as if he were being interrogated.

“You better be right about that- if he gets hurt I'm dumping you on the spot- I'm tired of putting up with this.” Michael faltered a little- break up? Over a little prank? Was she serious?

But Michael shrugged it off, he wanted to get some pizza before the big reveal, and the tables were almost empty.

He and his friends finished up their meals, and then it was go time.

Evan was sitting under a table with that smelly girl he met a few days ago, neither of them were looking at him, which made it all too easy to snatch his brother out from under the table.

Evan started crying pretty much instantly.

“Your brother really is kind of a baby isn't he?” Owen said, knocking the smelly girl aside to help restrain the crying child as he tried kicking his way out of Michael's grasp.

“Yeah- it's hilarious- why don't we get closer?” Michael laughed as he watched the situation dawn on his brother's face, this was totally going to be worth it.

“No! No please I don't want to! Please!” Evan screamed- he was drawing attention from a few onlookers, but nobody moved to stop them, so they kept marching forward.

“Come on- I think he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!” Michael watched as they lifted his brother up toward Fredbear's mouth, laughing as he kicked and screamed and tried to push his way out.

“Ok you can pull him out now!” Tori said, looking frantically between the three of them and Evan. But nobody moved.

“Michael!”

Still laughing.

It wasn't until his girlfriend had shoved her arm in the damn thing trying to push his brother out, and they heard the sickening crunching sound, that Michael realized they may have waited too long.

Michael stared onward as his brother's body went limp and slumped to the floor as Fredbear's jaws creaked open, Tori wrenching the red mass that was supposed to be her arm out with it.

“No- no it wasn't supposed to- he was supposed to be able to get himself out- he- I didn't,” Michael looked frantically between the body and the bear, his hands were shaking, there was blood all over his clothes.

His friends ran out of one of the alternate exits before the body had even dropped- cowards- traitors- the whole thing had been Jenny's idea to begin with-

Michael looked hapless up at his girlfriend- was he even allowed to call her that now? This was so much worse than hurting him- his brother was dead! He'd just watched it happen and done nothing!

Tori's mask was damaged, too, there were cracks along one of the eye holes, stemming from the center, like she'd been punched.

She stared at him, black mascara-stained tears welling up behind the broken eye sockets.

And then she ran for the front.

“Tori- Tori wait please!” Michael called after her- but it was too late.

She'd gone to get William and Henry.

The police didn't arrest him, he probably needed to thank God for that, he was only 13, and as far as they could tell it wasn't done with the intent of a death.

But getting arrested was the furthest thing from priority right now.

The whole of Hurricane was going to know about this- his first year of highschool was going to end with the entire student body knowing he killed his brother.

And then he remembered his father still needed to drive him home.

The drive was quiet, uncomfortably so, and so much longer than it really should have been, Michael was pretty sure his father was taking him out into the woods to kill him.

“You know there are cleaner ways, right?” William said suddenly, not taking his eyes off the road.

Michael stared up at him, bewildered.

“All the other methods at your disposal, and you choose the one that impacts my diner, you choose the one that causes your girlfriend to lose an arm, you choose the one that leads me and your poor Uncle to file mounds and mounds of paperwork so we don't go bankrupt?” William continued.

Was- was he getting lectured? On being bad at murdering his own siblings?

There was no way this was happening for real.

After another few twists and turns in total silence, they finally got home.

Rose was furious- but she didn't even hit him- she didn't even yell! Or refuse to give him supper, even after William had insisted it would be a fitting punishment.

But Rose had told him the social backlash would be punishment enough, and that they didn't need a CPS call on top of all the other bad press.

And she hadn't been wrong, sure, the sight of the body was never going to leave his head, but the look Elizabeth gave him as he trudged to the bathroom to wash off the blood- the way she moved to shield their little sister from him- that felt like torture.

Michael Afton was a terrible horrible awful person, who wasn't worth all the effort anyone had wasted on raising him.

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Magentamedicines: Origins; Bite of 83- Evan Afton

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0 Days Until The Party- February 23rd, 1983

There was no way this many people loved in Hurricane. Absolutely no way. It was so crowded in here he could barely move around without bumping into some random person who pretended to recognize him.

And to make matters worse, everyone could tell who he was because of the big stupid party hat Uncle Henry insisted he wear for his “special day”.

What was so special about turning six anyway? Going to “real school”? Yeah right- as if he needed Michael to give him problems about math homework too- he'd probably steal and shred it all the time- he could see it now.

The party itself was bad enough, but the first thing dad had decided to put on the list for the day was a giant pizza party- served directly from Springbonnie and Fredbear.

He didn't care that it was the costumed versions! They were still way too tall and way too scary! Why didn't anybody care about what he wanted on his own birthday?

“Let's all sing happy birthday to the birthday boy! Bring out the pizza Fredbear!” his dad spoke in a goofy voice, the same one he always used for Springbonnie. Evan was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from frowning or crying, dad would definitely get mad at him for doing that in front of all these people.

“If you're scared, why don't you pretend they have big bushy mustaches? Of course they'll never be better than mine- but everyone looks better with a mustache!” Peter laughed, Evan tried to imagine it- these big hulking things with equally big bushy mustaches- he bet they'd look a bit like yellow walruses. He laughed a little at that mental image, right as Uncle Henry was coming out with stacks upon stacks of pizza boxes. This seemed to satiate the crowd, and most of them dispersed when the pizza was all laid out and available. Evan was just happy to be free of the confining atmosphere.

He decided to look for Ivy in the crowd, see if maybe she snuck in again.

And sure enough she was hiding under one of the big party tables, pizza sauce staining her face, she must have snuck a slice before everyone crowded the food tables.

Evan crawled under the table and waved, offering her a napkin. “I'm glad you made it, I thought I was gonna get stuck at a party where the only people I recognized were related to me!” he said, sitting cross-legged under the table.

“It seems dumb to have your kid's birthday party during a festival,” Ivy replied.

“Yeah, well, dad thought it might drive in more customers,” Evan said, brushing a strand of auburn hair out of his eyes.

“I guess he wasn't wrong,” Ivy said, shrugging.

The two of them sat for a while and watched the rest of the party go on, it was peaceful, in a relative sense, everyone was so focussed on the free food and unlimited arcade time that they didn't even notice that the “birthday boy” wasn't present.

Well- almost everyone.

The quiet peace was interrupted with an unceremoniously tugging of his arm, Evan's party hat falling to the ground as his brother pulled him out from under the table.

“Let him go you big bully!” Ivy called after them- she tried grabbing onto his leg- only to get shoved aside by Owen.

“Man- your brother is kind of a baby isn't he?” Owen said, snickering.

“I know, it's hilarious, why don't we help him get a closer look?” Evan tried to get control of himself through the tears- wherever they were headed definitely wasn't somewhere he wanted to be.

“Michael I'm telling you this is a really bad idea!” Tori sounded worried, she never sounded worried like that, she got angry at Michael's pranks but worry was new- where were they taking him.

“No please!-” Evan managed to choke out, in the struggle of trying to wriggle his way away from his brother he finally realized they were heading toward the stage.

“Come on! Let's give the little man a lift! I think he said he wants to get closer!” the four masked morons lifted him higher- he swore he could see the Fredbear animatronic's teeth gnashing even from further back.

“No! No I don't want to go!” Evan cried, struggling again.

“Put him down!” Ivy called again, Evan felt one of the four bullies break off from the group and heard a yelp from Ivy.

“Shut up loser, or we'll show you next!” Jenny taunted.

“This isn't funny anymore guys! He could get hurt!” Tori pleaded, but the desperate cries went unheard over the cackling quartet.

“Come on guys! I think he said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!” Michael sneered, shoving Evan's face closer to the animatronic bear. He tried pushing himself away, tried kicking the masked bullies underneath him, but he wasn't strong enough.

Then he felt his head jam into something hard.

No- no this wasn't happening- someone help- someone please someone pay attention-

He felt something else in between the teeth that were boring down on him, barely shifting as the animatronic tried to close its gaping maw.

“Hold on! I'll get you out! Just- just a little push- I'll get you out of this I promise!” Tori's voice called, Evan was starting to feel lightheaded.

“Hey, you wanna see something cool?” He was on the hill with Marissa and the others, they were making flower crowns again, everything was quiet.

There was muffled sounds of chaos in the background- what had he been doing? Oh- right- it was his birthday today- he was turning six.

“I'm sorry, I don't think we can follow you after this. . .” Marissa’ tone suddenly turned sad.

And as Evan went to look up at her- everything went pitch black.

Memories flooded back to him- things he'd seen- things his brother had done- things his father had told him to shut up about and never tell anyone.

Where was everyone? Where was the hill? Where was Marissa? Peter? Benjamin? Friend Fredbear? Micah.

It was so dark in here- everything was too scary- he couldn't be here alone- he couldn't-

Was he?

And as Evan Afton started to cry, amidst the blaring sirens and screaming chaos of Fredbear's Family Diner, something began to leak from the eyes of the golden bear on the stage.

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Magentamedicines: Origins (Part 11)

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3 Days Until The Party- 02/20/1983

It was always a horrible terrible awful day when dad decided Evan needed to come with him to the diner. For “bonding time” supposedly. Yeah, right, dad never wanted to bond with any of them- Michael had probably planned this- he wasn't here bonding for some reason- and yet somehow both of the girls were spending the whole day with mom.

Which meant Michael just wanted the whole house for himself and his girlfriend, again.

“Don't feel too bad about it, think of it this way, now Michael can't bother any of us!” Benjamin said from the seat next to him.

“Yeah- except dad said he'll be here later today- and probably with his stupid friends.” Evan huffed, putting his head down. His head hurt, it always hurt, it was like there was constantly something wriggling around in there and he just couldn't figure out how to get rid of it.

“Who’re you talking to little guy?” Evan buried his face further in his arms at the sound of his Uncle Henry's voice.

“No one Uncle Henry,” he mumbled in response, barely acknowledging the shifting weight on the bench as his uncle sat down next to him.

“Do you wanna tell me about ‘no one’?” asked Uncle Henry. Evan shook his head. Henry let out a sigh, but didn’t get up from the table.

“Just a friend,” Evan responded.

“Well- would this ‘friend’ like to get some pizza?” Uncle Henry responded, Evan peaked over his arm at him, Uncle Henry took this to be a yes, and went to go get pizza from the kitchen.

He guessed it wasn't so bad, having a whole pizza to himself, usually Michael took it all.

But just as things seemed to be looking up, the grating sounds of the worst person on earth entered the diner.

Evan took the initiative to duck under a different table and hoped he wasn't spotted.

“Sweet! Looks like they left some slices for us!” and there was the sound of Owen, snuffing out any hope that he might actually get to finish that pizza.

“Where's your twerp brother? Thought you said your dad brought him here,” said Jenny.

Evan held his breath, hoping they wouldn't notice him just a few tables away.

“Probably off hiding somewhere like usual,” Michael said, ripping a slice of pizza off from the remains.

“I still don't understand how any of you find this fun, he's five years old, don't you have anything better to do?” Tori said, Evan thought he could hear the other four let out groans and sighs of exasperation.

“Because it's funny! You're such a buzzkill- if you're going to survive high school next year you need to learn how to have fun,” Owen responded.

The group finally settled in, at which point Evan thought he could make a break for Uncle Henry's office. . .

And then somebody caught him by the arm.

“Found him!” Michael jeered, pinning Evan under one arm and ruffling his hair with his other fist, as if his headache couldn't get any worse.

“Thanks for the pizza crybaby!” Owen shouted from back at the table.

“Oh my god- does he seriously wear the same shirt every day? Your parents just let him go out looking that stupid?” Trixie said, walking over to them, she got really close to his face, and popped her gum before going back to her phone.

And they just continued shouting and laughing and everything was so loud and closed in until-

“Geez- he's crying again.” Finally, Michael let him go, but instead of being able to run off he just slumped to the floor like a rag doll.

“How are you even related to me, you're pathetic! I wish you'd never even been born- maybe then mom would still be around and I might have cooler siblings.” Michael said, Evan saw him raising his foot out of the corner of his eye, and was about to flinch out of the way when-

“MICHAEL!” finally Tori had managed to push through the other three masked teens, planting herself squarely between him and his brother.

“What! It wasn't gonna hurt him! That much-” Evan was starting to get a little tired of the amount of times he'd had to be slung over Tori's shoulders because he couldn't move for himself, Fredbear Jr. hanging loosely in his offhand.

“You shouldn't be trying to hurt him at all! He's your brother- Aphrodite above Michael do you really have absolutely nothing better to do with your time than bully a five year old?” She spat. Michael didn't even get a chance to respond before she trotted off to Uncle Henry's office.

“Mr. Emily- is it ok if I drop Evan off here with you? Michael's being. . . Michael, again,” she said quietly as she pushed the door open. Charlie and Sammy sat in their own corner, doodling away.

“Of course Tori, go ahead and set him down on the chair,” Henry said, Evan saw that he was smiling when he actually managed to situate himself in the lounge chair Henry had put in his office for almost exclusively this reason.

Tori gave him a little kiss on the forehead before she turned back to go to the others, and the yelling started right back up again not long afterward.

“You should come live with us instead,” Sammy Emily said, poking his head up over the chair Evan was dozing off in while he tried to regain his limb function.

“Yeah! You can have one of our sleeping bags and then papa can build you a bunk bed!” Charlie popped up over the other side of the chair.

“Don't overwhelm the little guy to much kiddos, he's getting over a panic attack,” Henry said, Evan perked up at that.

“Panic Attack?” He said quietly, tilting his head.

“Yes- that's what it's called when you get scared or upset and you get those fits, did William not get you tested?” Henry said, raising a bushy blond eyebrow. Evan just shook his head, Henry made a sort of disapproving grunting sound, then went back to his paperwork.

“We're playing a game- wanna join?” Charlie said, looking back to him.

“Oh- uh- sure- what's the game?” Evan asked, shuffling in the chair a little.

Charlie nodded toward her twin, who ran off to grab a bunch of cards off the floor. Evan listened to her explain the game, and then they played a few rounds, one of which he managed to win, before the door opened again.

“Sorry for bugging you again Mr. Emily- just wanted to say bye to Evan, my aunt and uncle decided to pick me up today instead.

Evan wanted to tell her not to go- because then it would only be Michael remembering to walk back home with him- but he knew better. The few times he'd met her aunt and uncle hadn't exactly been pleasant.

And sure enough, hours later, when everyone else had left and dad was having to perform closing maintenance duties, Michael, too, was nowhere to be found.

“He left without you- he knows that you hate it here- hurry, if you run you can make it to the exit,” said Fredbear Jr., Evan looked around frantically. But he felt tired, everything felt weirdly distant, and he'd managed to spin himself into the opposite direction, only realizing when he saw the towering shadows of the animatronic performers on stage. “No! Don't you remember what you saw? The exit is the other way!” Out of the corner of his eye Evan could see his dad helping one of the employees into a suit. “It's too late! Go the other way and find someone that will help! You know what will happen if he catches you!” Evan felt his heart rate speeding up, looking around frantically for any of his friends. He saw Micah standing nearby the stage, and he tried to go toward him- he really did- but the big shadows- the gnashing teeth- “you can find help if you get past them- you just have to be strong!” said Fredbear Jr. But he couldn't, he couldn't do it. Evan hid himself under the table, he'd just have to risk dad being mad when he found him, and started crying, again.

Tomorrow is another day. . .

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Magentamedicines: Origins (Part 10)

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4 Days Until The Party- 02/19/1983

It was upon waking up not to an alarm, but to the smell of something probably burning in the kitchen, that Evan remembered that mom and dad were out for the whole day, which meant Michael and Tori were watching the three younger Afton siblings.

Of course, that usually happened anyway- Tori would come home with Michael from school on Friday, and then she’d stay the whole weekend and they’d part ways that Monday.

And yet somehow Michael would always find a way to make everything miserable for him. He was just glad that dad not being home meant nobody would force him to go to the diner. Which meant he could stay firmly situated away from those giant creepy robots.

He eventually got up and made his way to the kitchen, Elizabeth sat in the living room, eyes glued to the Saturday morning cartoons playing on the tv, his younger sister sat in her playpen on the floor, watching her surroundings and mumbling to herself, a white rabbit plushie held under one arm.

As he got closer to the kitchen Evan was overwhelmed by the scent of burning breakfast food, and the sound of arguing.

“I told you you had the oven on too high! Just- throw it out outside and open the windows- I’ll get something else started- we’ll probably just end up with Eggos again.” if anything was going to cause Michael and Tori to break up, Evan was convinced it was breakfast food- no matter how many times Tori told Micahel how to cook something, he seemed adamant that he didn’t need to listen.

“Out of the way, loser,” Evan just barely managed to skirt out of Michael’s way before getting toppled as he left to throw away the remains of the would-be breakfast, and somehow still managed to get shoved to the wayside.

“You’d think someone who spends half his time sneaking food out of the kitchen would be able to learn something about cooking it,” Evan tried to contain his laughter at the internal comment from Peter.

“Michael! Oh I’m sorry about him- come on, I’ll let you get your waffle toppings first ok?” Evan resisted the urge to flinch as Tori scooped him up and into the kitchen, plopping him down in a chair at the center table.

“Elizabeth! Would you be a dear and set up the dining room?” Tori called into the living room, Evan listened to his sister’s shuffling footsteps, and gave her a little wave when she came in to get utensils.

The waffles were done shortly after, three for the teens, two each for Evan and Elizabeth, and a plate of cut up blueberry waffle pieces for Cori. Evan had stacked his with whipped cream and chocolate chips, which in his opinion was the only way to eat any kind of waffles. Michael, luckily, was too distracted by acting stupid in front of his girlfriend to try and take any of his food before Evan could finish it.

Evan used the extra time to slink off to his room and attempt to take a nap, which, as sleeping often was, turned out to be a mistake.

Evan hated his nightmares, he wasn’t sure what it was about them, but his friends could never get to him there. He could hear them, but they were always talking about something blocking them- some kind of “red haze”. They didn’t even know what he had to go through in the nightmares, but he supposed maybe it was just a trade off- they had all sorts of adventures he didn’t remember after all.

He didn’t have time to think about that right now though- he had to focus- check the bed, get rid of the mini freddies, check the closet, get rid of Micha- Foxy- get rid of Foxy. Do that every 10 or so minutes, and spend the rest of the time running between the doors and keeping out the other two monsters.

Of course, he always seemed to slip up at some point, and in this case, he’d forgotten about the closet for too long.

He burrowed himself under the covers when he woke up, Friend Fredbear showing up shortly after to help him calm down. The two of them stayed under the covers for a long time, until finally he decided to come back out- Fredbear and Friends would be starting soon, and even though their robot forms were horrifying, they were okayish when they were stuck behind a screen.

Friend Fredbear stuck with him while he walked to the living room- almost floating instead of walking, making him seem taller than Evan knew he really was, and everything was fine- until they actually went to turn the tv on.

“BOO!” Evan let out a squeak as he fell back away from the demon that had popped out from behind the tv, only to look up to the cackling face of his stupid older brother and his stupid Foxy mask. “God you’re so pathetic! I didn’t even push you!” Michael cackled, not even bothering to help him back up.

“Michael! Leave him be!” Evan was to paralyzed trying to reorient himself to fight back when Tori yet again scooped him, his arm hanging loosely over her shoulder as he tried fighting back tears.

“Come on dove, it was funny! It’s not like I hurt him or anything!” Michael said, rolling his eyes.

“Not like- Michael, are you insane! He’s five years old and you've got him falling all over the place and so terrified of you that he can’t even move and you call that no harm done? Don’t tell me you’re actually that stupid.” Evan tried not to fall asleep again, it was easier when he wasn’t in his room, but he bet that’d be where Tori took him when she was done arguing.

Michael wouldn’t listen, he could hope, but he knew better. Michael didn’t listen to anybody but himself, which is probably why his only friends were a bunch of jerks who just fed into his behavior.

But, supposedly. . .

Tomorrow is another day.

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Magentamedicines: Origins (Part 9)

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Disclaimer: Evan is meant to have DID in this series, for specifically OSDD-1B, which is characterized by having the alters, but not experiencing dissociative amnesia as frequently. I do have experience with the disorder but I am always open to POLITE criticism, so if you have any suggestions for the next few Evan-centric chapters please leave them in the comments!

5 Days Until the Party- 02/18/1983

Evan hated Fridays, because Fridays meant a full two days worth of 24 hour torment at the hands of his older brother. He would’ve preferred listening to mom and dad arguing 24/7 over spending even a second with Michael- but he knew better than to think he’d ever get that lucky.

Even worse, Fridays meant 2 whole days of Elizabeth bugging him trying to play “makeover”. He couldn’t wait until their little sister Cori was old enough for Elizabeth to bother her instead- makeup was itchy and gross and it felt weird on his face- and if Michael ever found out about it he had a field day trying to tell his friends.

Which was stupid, because Evan was totally sure he’d seen eyeliner in Michael’s room at least once- eyeliner that definitely didn’t belong to his girlfriend, because Tori didn’t wear colored liner, she only wore black makeup.

Evan liked Tori, he thought she was a little dumb, sure, because who would willingly attach themselves to somebody like Michael, but she was at least nice, she was at least willing to yell and get aggressive and defend him when Michael and his friends were being “complete tools”.

Evan was in kindergarten, which was basically just a whole bunch of “baby stuff” according to Michael, but Evan thought it was fun. He liked the writing part a lot, he could write about his friends. According to the rest of his family, his friends were just plushies, but Evan knew better- he saw them all the time! And they were all a lot nicer than the rest of his family.

There were five of them, four boys and a girl, they were always there for him, even when everybody else seemed intent on making him miserable.

The girl called herself Marissa, she was tall and blonde and she wore long flowy dresses, and she usually showed up when his dad was in one of his “moods”. Then there was Peter, who wore a top hat, he didn’t exactly look as human as the others, he was more hair than person, but Evan thought he was funny, he always knew how to cheer Evan up when he was crying. Benjamin was sort of human and sort of not, he had bluish purplish bunny ears and a cotton tail, but everything else about him was totally normal, with a white polo shirt and khakis with red suspenders, Evan thought he looked a bit like Uncle Henry, albeit much less pale. Fredbear was the only one really based on anything non-human entirely, but unlike the big scary bear suit standing on the stage, this Fredbear was short, not much taller than Evan, and they looked really similar, only Fredebar had a much dirtier appearance, despite the suit and tie he wore. The last of his friends, and also the scariest, was Micah. Micah didn’t have a face- he had a head- but where a face should’ve been there was what Evan was pretty sure was blood. He didn’t really like when Micah was around- he was nice and all- he didn’t yell- he didn’t really talk at all- he was just a little unsettling, even when he was trying to be comforting.

Evan didn’t necessarily mind that nobody believed him, that just meant he didn’t have to share friends. Which was fine by him, especially if it meant he didn’t have to share with Michael.

It made recess more fun, too, considering none of the other kids would let him use the equipment on the playground.

So there he was, sitting under a tree on the hill a little ways away from the playground, cleaning himself off, his hair was wet and his shirt was covered in some weird red yellow and green stuff, Marissa told him he fell during lunch.

“I wish I wasn’t so clumsy- then I’d actually be able to do something during recess besides this,” he muttered, his dad was going to have a cow when he saw the state of Evan’s clothes- mom had just done the laundry last night, and he wasn’t sure the shirt was salvageable.

“You’ll get the hang of it one day, who needs all that playground drama anyway?” Marissa said with a laugh, she had a bubble wand with her today, she brought it with her to recess sometimes, and it always made fun shapes.

“I hope mom gets here soon- I just wanna go home. . .” Evan said quietly, glaring at the sun as it bombarded his eyes when he finally gave up on cleaning himself off and laid down on the grass.

He wasn’t sure what time it was when he woke up, Tori was the one carrying him, he recognized her hair color, slung over her other shoulder so it couldn’t get in his face. Mom must have picked her and Michael up first, which meant. . .

“Ugh- gross- what’d you do, roll around in the bathroom for an hour?” Evan buried his face into Tori’s shoulder in an attempt to ignore his older brother.

“Michael, what did I tell you about talking to your brother like that?” mom said as she got into the drivers seat, turning around to check on Cori, who Elizabeth was holding in her lap.

The car they had was admittedly too small for the amount of people that routinely needed to fit in it- Peter once told him maybe if they kicked Michael out in the middle of a road trip they’d finally have enough space. That was one of the first times Evan had ever heard Micah laugh.

Evan drifted off again eventually on the ride home, and was dismayed upon being reawoken when they made it back home.

“Alright little guy, let's get you washed up yeah? I can handle this one Mrs. Afton, you take some time for yourself,” Tori said, there was an unspoken demand for Michael to take care of the other two Afton siblings. Michael just rolled his eyes, but picked the littlest Afton up out of Elizabeth’s lap to give the ginger Afton enough room to wiggle her way out of the car.

“Do you want bubbles this time? Scented or no?” Tori asked as she worked through picking loose grass strands out of Evan’s hair while the bath ran in the background.

“Do you have the bubblegum one?” he asked quietly, Tori just smiled at him, licking her thumb and wiping something off of his face before grabbing the requested bubbles from under the cabinet.

“I’ll be right outside ok? Just let me know if you need help washing your hair this time,” she said once the bathtub had filled up, bubbles nearly overflowing. Evan, again, nodded, and watched her leave- he’d been getting better at washing up by himself lately- but at the same time, all that water made him feel like he might drown.

But he managed to get himself through it with minimal issues, and got back to his room to change into his pajamas, the new fuzzy robe Tori had got him for Christmas draping over him so heavily he thought it might take him down with it.

He didn’t feel like telling the others he was out, that just meant he’d have to go sit in the living room to wait for dinner, so instead he waited until mom called them all down for food.

Only the door wouldn’t open.

He tried again.

Nothing.

He tried again, tears already building up, and then he heard the familiar static sound on the bed behind him, Fredbear Jr.

“He locked you in your room again,” said Fredbear Jr., Evan nodded, still trying to fight against whatever Michael had pinned up against the door. Eventually he ran out of energy, and slumped himself against the door crying.

“Tomorrow is another day. . .”

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Magentamedicines: Origins (Part 8)

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Work note: in later chapters of this fic, there is a character who will be named Cori, she is meant to be a self insert in name and story presence alone, she is not meant to look like me, none of my self inserts are made to be carbon copies of me. So please do not come into my ask box to complain about it. She will feature heavily in main parts of the story as a main character, so if this type of content bothers you, do not read this fic.

Tori swayed slightly as she watched the screens shift on the old arcade game in front of her, pockets stuffed with previously won bounty, more than she knew what to do with it.

It was boring at this point, she knew everything about the games, it was instinct, it was just part of her gift.

A gift she'd been granted by a woman and a black cat when she was younger- the gift of past and present. She could know anything about anyone she was close to so long as she had access to something of theirs.

The Prophet, it had called her, was she destined to madness like dear Cassandra? The woman in the stories her family back in Greece had spent such frequent hours regaling her with.

She missed home ever so much, missed the sun and the sea and the old temples.

Would that the goddess Aphrodite let her see it once more, but instead she was trapped in the misery of this small town, trapped as a pawn of her aunt and uncle's get rich quick schemes.

Her aunt had lost the money she'd been granted attempting to falsify a lifestyle she didn't deserve. And had decided upon discovering her niece's gifts that exploitation was the only way to fix those troubles.

There were few places for her to escape to, aside from ballet, the arcade was the safest space for her- because apparently, it was to ‘dirty’ for her relatives to show their faces in.

It was bad enough that her aunt had given up on their gods for the sake of- whatever it is they were following now- but to pretend they were above the largest hot spots in the town they forced themselves into? As if she needed any more reason to dislike them.

At the sound of the 1st place achievement she decided she'd had enough and could turn in her tickets- the only real problem was figuring out what to use them on- there weren't exactly many options.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a group of what looked to be teenagers- well- mostly teenagers.

And then there was the boy in the Foxy mask. He was the son of the owner, if she remembered correctly, well, one of them at least.

He was younger than the other three, around her age, she'd thought about talking to him- inviting him to hang out with her and her friends, but she wasn't sure he'd accept.

She'd been so caught up in looking at all her ticket options that the sound of something hitting the floor behind her nearly startled her into tripping over the boy on the floor- the boy in the Foxy mask.

“They put the wet floor signs there for a reason y'know,” Tori said with a laugh.

He tried shrugging it off, asking her about her necklace, the conversation got a little hard to follow when she felt that familiar twinge of an oncoming vision.

She saw her opportunity after Michael helped her place the Puppet mask over her face.

She told him she'd be right back, and bolted to the bathroom hoping to God it was empty.

She couldn't turn on the sink, that would've been to suspicious, even if running water made the visions at least a little clearer.

Her body went rigid as she tried to cling to the side handle before her awareness was fully lost.

The light blue haze of smoke poured into the darkness that had consumed her eyes, forming eventually into several figures.

The first of which was herself, arms up in the air and holding something. The something then formed into the shape of a little girl, with big curly hair and wide eyes and a gap in her teeth. She didn't quite recognize the girl, but thought perhaps the rest of the vision would give better context.

And indeed, the next figure took the shape of the boy in the Foxy mask, he looked more sullen, though, there was a smirk on his face, but it was torn somehow. The last two figures appeared beside Tori, one a young girl, her arms outstretched as if waiting for her turn, and the other a little boy, a small smile on his face as he clung to her leg, tears frozen in place, but seemingly still falling.

Tori blinked as the haze fell from her vision, smiling, at least she knew her direction now.

When she left she approached Michael and draped her arm around his shoulder, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I'll play along for now, but I think we're a little young for this, maybe revisit when we're teens?” She said, Michael just nodded, and then they went to sit down with the gaggle of highschoolers.

“Awesome job dude! Knew you had it in you!” The dark-skinned boy in the Bonnie mask gave Michael a high five, not even bothering to address his supposed “prize”.

“Got her a mask and everything- you might be one of us yet,” said the girl in the Freddy mask.Mask.

The next hour or so was torture- the three masked teens were so clearly aware of the hold they had over a preteen boy, and what could she do about it? She'd only just met him- why would he listen to her?

So, she did the last thing she could think to, when his friends had left, and Michael had gone to the back for something, she approached his father, who was out from his office to check up on closing.

“Pardon- sir- you're William Afton, correct? Michael's father?” The man glanced her way for a fleeting second, gaunt face only made more prominent by long hair tied in a ponytail.

“And you are?” He said, she felt almost as if she were being threatened.

“Tori Eliades, sir, Michael's- friend- I noticed you and your wife seem a bit- busy- and I wanted to let you know that I can uhm- babysit- for you- if it's necessary- I've heard Mr. Emily normally does but I figure things may be easier if he's available to come into work as well-” Tori straightened her posture, hoping it made her more presentable.

Again Mr. Afton looked her up and down, then he smiled. It felt sinister- every alarm bell she had was telling her she should rum- bit she couldn't- her true vision had shown her that she and Michael were meant to be friends- she couldn't just abandon him and his siblings because of a few feelings of discomfort.

“Well, that's very kind of you my dear, I suppose you've already given Michael your number for contact?” Tori nodded. Michael reappeared from the back shortly after, as William had already left.

“Well uh- I'll see you later I guess- Tori-” Michael said, he was fidgeting with the fingerless gloves he'd bought with the tickets she'd given him. She took his hands in hers and pressed her thumb against his knuckles, smiling.

“Today was fun, I think we should do this more often, maybe without the other three though,” Tori said, hoping the hint was subtle enough not to come off as an insult, but clear enough to pick up on.

“Oh uh- yeah- I- I think I'd like that,” said Michael.

As they parted ways outside the building, that warning feeling in her gut still passed in and out.

Michael Afton was surely someone she should be able to trust, his father, however, may have been an entirely different story.

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Magentamedicines: Origins (Part 7)

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Work note: in later chapters of this fic, there is a character who will be named Cori, she is meant to be a self insert in name and story presence alone, she is not meant to look like me, none of my self inserts are made to be carbon copies of me. So please do not come into my ask box to complain about it. She will feature heavily in main parts of the story as a main character, so if this type of content bothers you, do not read this fic.

Michael had always known making friends wouldn't be easy, especially not with all his issues.

But heading into middle school with the closest things you had to friends being your 8 year old bossy sister, 4 year old annoying brother, and 1 year old boring baby sister, was just about the worst case scenario any person could ever possibly find themselves in.

So when Michael had met those three high-schoolers in the diner a month or so after his birthday, he got real excited.

And even more excited when they actually asked him to be friends with them.

Sure they were- a lot older than he was- but that just meant experience! And besides, they were all still kids! What damage could they do anyway?

Jenny Harper had elected herself the leader of the group, a tall brunette with a killer tan from weeks worth of family vacations in the Bahamas. As such, she'd designated herself with a Freddy Mask from the prize counter.

Owen Maverick, donned in a Bonnie mask, was, objectively, a horrible person. He was brash and abrasive and cared little for other people's thoughts or opinions, much less that most girls his age wanted nothing to do with him. He was taller than Jenny, the picture of a high school jock, with muscles to match, nevermind the fact that he could practically lift the tables at the diner- much to Uncle Henry's displeasure.

That left Trixie Gallagher with the Chica mask. Trixie was old money, her grandparents ran a successful business and her parents ran the Utah branch, which meant she had access to all the best products, sometimes before they even came out. For a high-schooler, she was pretty short, often using heels to elevate her height in comparison to at least Michael's.

Michael was ‘granted’ the Foxy mask, his friends treated it like some kind of honor they'd bestowed upon him, but really that was the last of the main-lime masks. Sure they had Fredbear and Springbonnie, and even the Security Puppet, but that was cheesy stuff.

“So I told him- if you wanna fuck with me- you better get in line- because I don't play with that shit man-” Michael half-tuned in to the conversation Owen was having about his school day, half-hazardly shoving French fries into his mouth. They were something Henry wanted to try, expanding the menu and all that. But they were a god awful attempt, probably wouldn't last long.

“Hey- kid- kid- Mike!” Michael shook his head at the sound of his nickname, turning hid attention back to the conversation.

“Dude was on another planet I tell ya- you steal something out of my stash kid?” Owen said, with that annoying laugh he always did when he accused Michael of stealing from his ‘happy stash’.

Not that Michael ever would- it was tempting, sometimes- but seeing what it did to his mother- and maybe even Mrs. Emily- he wasn't all that enthused about it.

“Shove off dude- I was just thinking about how shit these fries are.” Michael responded.

“Oh yeah they're the worst- you should tell your dad to fire whoever made ‘em,” Owen replied. Then he turned his attention to something at the prize counter.

Michael followed his gaze till it landed on a girl with a bundle of tickets in her arms- she must have been really good in the arcade to have that much. She looked about his age, with curly black hair held back by a white bandana, and eyes so icy blue Michael could've sworn they were almost white, and freckles scattered across her round face.

“You should go ask her out!” Jenny said, shoving Michael so hard he almost fell out of his seat.

“Oh my goooddd! That'd be like. So cute! She can be like your little girlfriend or something!” Trixie laughed, popping her bubblegum before going back to the conversation she was having on her phone.

“Wh- I don't even know her!” Michael replied. That wasn't entirely true, he'd seen her face around before now that he thought about it. Always wearing the same bandana, always wearing some kind of black color, and always the same bird necklace.

“That's the fun of it! If it goes horribly wrong you never have to think about it again! You can have your dad like- ban her or something,” Jenny said. Michael rolled his eyes, but eventually got up from the table and walked over to the girl at the prize counter.

Only to trip when he tried to pass an area he hadn't realized they'd put a wet floor sign up for.

His friends broke into a chorus of shrill laughter.

Which, unfortunately, got the girl's attention. She turned to face him, and upon realizing he was on the floor, set her prize tickets down on the counter and pulled him up off it.

“They put the wet floor signs there for a reason, you know,” she said, laughing. Before he could protest, she'd taken his mask off. He tried not to freak out as she got super close to his face, only to go completely scarlet when Owen started chanting the word ‘kiss’ over and over again. He didn't even want to think about a girl like that! He literally just met her!

“Impressive- you didn't even break your nose- those your friends acting like idiots?” Said the girl, tilting her head in the direction of the table. Michael nodded as he took his mask back.

“So uh- you have a nice- bird- necklace-” Michael said, desperately trying to salvage the conversation.

“Oh- this? It's a gift from my parents back in Greece, it's a dove, symbolic of our patron God, Aphrodite,” she said, Michael titled his head.

“Oh uh- thats- cool I guess- didn't know they did that here,” that explained the girl's slight accent- it was then that he realized he had more important questions to ask her.

“So uh- name? I mean- uh- your name- mine- uh- Michael-” Michael flinched at the renewed chorus of laughter from back at the table, wishing he could be at least half as good as Owen at talking to girls.

But instead of laughing at him, the girl just smiled “Tori Mercedes Eliades, and I assume you're the famous Michael Afton I've been hearing about? I have to say, you're quite the improvement from what everyone else has been gassing up,” Michael was almost too stunned to respond. Did she actually like how awkward he was? There was no way this was happening- not to him- nothing halfway decent ever happened to him.

“Oh uh- yeah- that's me! It's- it's not really a big deal- my dad doesn't listen to me much anyway-” and there he went rambling again. He could've sworn he saw Tori's eye twitch while she was listening, but she didn't stop him.

“Well, Michael, since you're here I was wondering if you could help me with something,” she said, threading her fingers through her perfect dark hair.

“Oh- uh- yeah- sure- hm?” Michael followed her gaze to the mask rack on the prize shelf.

“Which mask do you think I should go with? I know you and your friends have the TV gang covered, should I go with Spring Bonnie maybe? Start a new trend?” Michael almost threw up at the idea of a girl he might be friends with wearing a mask based on his dad- so he figured he'd steer her as far away from that option as possible.

“Uh- maybe you should go with the Puppet! Its- cool- I guess-” Michael said. Tori nodded and picked off the tickets, securing the Puppet mask onto her face when the man working the prize counter handed it down to her.

“You can take my other tickets if you want- I'll be right back-” as she turned and walked away Michael wondered if he'd done something wrong- she was holding her head like she'd hit it or something- had he picked a bad mask?

But then she came back smiling under the fake one plastered on her new accessory, slinging her arm over his shoulder and lifting up the mask to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I'll play along, but I don't think we're old enough for this kind of thing until high school, don't you?” She whispered before putting the mask back on.

Michael just nodded, speechless.

There was no way he'd ever be this lucky again- he couldn't even imagine it.

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Designs for the masked bullies + Mike and Tori in 1983

Owen Maverick, Bonnie Mask

Trixie Gallagher, Chica Mask

Jenny Harper, Freddy Mask

Michael Afton, Foxy Mask

Tori Eliades, Turtledove Chica mask

On Febuary 23rd, 1983, one group of friends made a mistake that would haunt them for the rest of their lives, though regret would plague some more than others. . .

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Day 9 has Lore Bits

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Day 8! Now with monster au!