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[daddyafton]

Lord Afton suppressed rolling his eyes. The boy was quite the shut in, whereas he wished Michael could have been more like him at his age. Inspired, outgoing and calculated. Worse was his youngest boy, the poor boy jumped at shadows. Not an ounce of spirit in him. Elizabeth had more potential but as a girl she’d never amount to more than a noble’s wife.

“All well, my son. I was hoping to open the castle to a few of the youths in town. Your age or younger. Perhaps you could waltz around tomorrow and find some for me? Specifically those of lesser repute. I want the people of our fair land to know the Afton family open their gates to all and wish to feed the less fortunate. Children come first of course.”

A Wicked Nightmare

@spect-3-r

The sun fell beneath the sky shrouding the cold kingdom of Pizah’Ria in darkness. Distant crows called through the quiet kingdom to their brethren, spilling clandestine tips as to where best to safely pick strewn about sausage and cheese chunks left behind the busy tavern alleys.

Lord Afton looked over the city, his city, with a certain king of hunger. These people who loved him, cheered him from beneath his balcony by day and spoke his family name with reverence, were nothing more than his pawns. Tools in his grand scheme. Tomorrow night would be the start of it, plans tying into what would someday be his great pattern. And when the picture became clear those same people would beat down the castle doors, pitch forks and torches in hand, denouncing his name in the fires of their vengeance.

But by then…it would be too late.

By then…their children will have given him the sacred Remnant coursing through their innocent souls.

Lord Afton would be immortal by the time the city folk realized what he had done. But he was nobility, a refined gentleman. Never would he soil his fine silk coat with their blood.

He turned from the balcony and peered into his workshop, grinning as he took in his metal creations.

Their children would do that for him.

Tonight would be his last night of true mortality. Unsurprisingly he did not relish it one bit. The lord moved through the workshop, past the cold hollow eyes of his constructs staring blankly ahead. In the coming weeks they would come alive with the souls of sacrificed children plucked from the city. Tonight however they were nothing more than metal husks in the distinct shape of different animals.

A chick, a rabbit, a fox and a bear.

Lord Afton turned quick on his heels once he entered into the lit hall and locked the door behind him, clipping the key ring to his belt. None but he were allowed within. His family did not know what he was plotting in the confines of such a sacred place. If they did…Lord Afton knew they would protest.

He took the stairwell down to the dining area and found his right hand and oldest friend Henry at the table. Beside him sat Charlotte picking at her food. The house staff always ate after the noble family they served, and while Lord Afton did not think of Henry Emily as his personal servant, he was glade the man and his daughter did not forget their place.

Henry rose to his feet and bowed, Charlotte immediately did the same, albeit awkwardly.

“My lord is there something you need?”

Afton shook his head. “No. I was walking, clearing my head. Have you seen my son Charlotte?”

Charlotte paused, then shrugged. “Not since this evening before your dinner, my lord. We sparred in the courtyard and then he left rather quickly afterwards.”

Afton nodded, looked upward and yelled at the top of his lungs: “MICHAEL!”

Charlotte jumped at the intensity of his call, leaning into her father for support. Lord Afton took silent note of that. He knew the girl feared him. She was likely the only one who saw through his false facade of the benevolent lord of the land.

A teenager. But still practically a child. Perhaps she might…

No. He wouldn’t do that to Henry. Not unless she made herself a problem.

The lord looked to the entrance of the dining hall and awaited his eldest son.

[daddyafton]

Lord Afton did not have to wait long. As soon as the echoes of his call died down the rampant slap of boot on stone replied, growing closer by the second. He turned to face his son, nearly a man now, and smiled. It was not a kind one, rather expectant yet pleased by his haste.

“Michael my boy. You’ve been a ghost all afternoon. I must ask where you’ve been.”

The truth was after dinner Lord Afton himself had secreted away to his workshop and made himself scarce. But dinner had been the only time he’d seen his eldest.

Afton felt a sense of pride looking at Michael. He didn’t feel it for young Christopher who cried and fretted over shadows in the night. Perhaps there was some for Elizabeth but she was not his heir and would only benefit from the work he and Michael would some day do together.

As for his wife...there was no love there. A political pairing and nothing more.

Behind Lord Afton Henry Emily bowed deeply. Charlotte did not. Instead she wore a lopsided smile and just waved.

A Wicked Nightmare

@spect-3-r

The sun fell beneath the sky shrouding the cold kingdom of Pizah’Ria in darkness. Distant crows called through the quiet kingdom to their brethren, spilling clandestine tips as to where best to safely pick strewn about sausage and cheese chunks left behind the busy tavern alleys.

Lord Afton looked over the city, his city, with a certain king of hunger. These people who loved him, cheered him from beneath his balcony by day and spoke his family name with reverence, were nothing more than his pawns. Tools in his grand scheme. Tomorrow night would be the start of it, plans tying into what would someday be his great pattern. And when the picture became clear those same people would beat down the castle doors, pitch forks and torches in hand, denouncing his name in the fires of their vengeance.

But by then…it would be too late.

By then…their children will have given him the sacred Remnant coursing through their innocent souls.

Lord Afton would be immortal by the time the city folk realized what he had done. But he was nobility, a refined gentleman. Never would he soil his fine silk coat with their blood.

He turned from the balcony and peered into his workshop, grinning as he took in his metal creations.

Their children would do that for him.

Tonight would be his last night of true mortality. Unsurprisingly he did not relish it one bit. The lord moved through the workshop, past the cold hollow eyes of his constructs staring blankly ahead. In the coming weeks they would come alive with the souls of sacrificed children plucked from the city. Tonight however they were nothing more than metal husks in the distinct shape of different animals.

A chick, a rabbit, a fox and a bear.

Lord Afton turned quick on his heels once he entered into the lit hall and locked the door behind him, clipping the key ring to his belt. None but he were allowed within. His family did not know what he was plotting in the confines of such a sacred place. If they did…Lord Afton knew they would protest.

He took the stairwell down to the dining area and found his right hand and oldest friend Henry at the table. Beside him sat Charlotte picking at her food. The house staff always ate after the noble family they served, and while Lord Afton did not think of Henry Emily as his personal servant, he was glade the man and his daughter did not forget their place.

Henry rose to his feet and bowed, Charlotte immediately did the same, albeit awkwardly.

“My lord is there something you need?”

Afton shook his head. “No. I was walking, clearing my head. Have you seen my son Charlotte?”

Charlotte paused, then shrugged. “Not since this evening before your dinner, my lord. We sparred in the courtyard and then he left rather quickly afterwards.”

Afton nodded, looked upward and yelled at the top of his lungs: “MICHAEL!”

Charlotte jumped at the intensity of his call, leaning into her father for support. Lord Afton took silent note of that. He knew the girl feared him. She was likely the only one who saw through his false facade of the benevolent lord of the land.

A teenager. But still practically a child. Perhaps she might…

No. He wouldn’t do that to Henry. Not unless she made herself a problem.

The lord looked to the entrance of the dining hall and awaited his eldest son.

[daddyafton]

A Wicked Nightmare

@spect-3-r

The sun fell beneath the sky shrouding the cold kingdom of Pizah’Ria in darkness. Distant crows called through the quiet kingdom to their brethren, spilling clandestine tips as to where best to safely pick strewn about sausage and cheese chunks left behind the busy tavern alleys.

Lord Afton looked over the city, his city, with a certain king of hunger. These people who loved him, cheered him from beneath his balcony by day and spoke his family name with reverence, were nothing more than his pawns. Tools in his grand scheme. Tomorrow night would be the start of it, plans tying into what would someday be his great pattern. And when the picture became clear those same people would beat down the castle doors, pitch forks and torches in hand, denouncing his name in the fires of their vengeance.

But by then...it would be too late.

By then...their children will have given him the sacred Remnant coursing through their innocent souls.

Lord Afton would be immortal by the time the city folk realized what he had done. But he was nobility, a refined gentleman. Never would he soil his fine silk coat with their blood.

He turned from the balcony and peered into his workshop, grinning as he took in his metal creations.

Their children would do that for him.

Tonight would be his last night of true mortality. Unsurprisingly he did not relish it one bit. The lord moved through the workshop, past the cold hollow eyes of his constructs staring blankly ahead. In the coming weeks they would come alive with the souls of sacrificed children plucked from the city. Tonight however they were nothing more than metal husks in the distinct shape of different animals.

A chick, a rabbit, a fox and a bear.

Lord Afton turned quick on his heels once he entered into the lit hall and locked the door behind him, clipping the key ring to his belt. None but he were allowed within. His family did not know what he was plotting in the confines of such a sacred place. If they did...Lord Afton knew they would protest.

He took the stairwell down to the dining area and found his right hand and oldest friend Henry at the table. Beside him sat Charlotte picking at her food. The house staff always ate after the noble family they served, and while Lord Afton did not think of Henry Emily as his personal servant, he was glade the man and his daughter did not forget their place.

Henry rose to his feet and bowed, Charlotte immediately did the same, albeit awkwardly.

“My lord is there something you need?”

Afton shook his head. “No. I was walking, clearing my head. Have you seen my son Charlotte?”

Charlotte paused, then shrugged. “Not since this evening before your dinner, my lord. We sparred in the courtyard and then he left rather quickly afterwards.”

Afton nodded, looked upward and yelled at the top of his lungs: “MICHAEL!”

Charlotte jumped at the intensity of his call, leaning into her father for support. Lord Afton took silent note of that. He knew the girl feared him. She was likely the only one who saw through his false facade of the benevolent lord of the land.

A teenager. But still practically a child. Perhaps she might...

No. He wouldn’t do that to Henry. Not unless she made herself a problem.

The lord looked to the entrance of the dining hall and awaited his eldest son.

[daddyafton]

“I saw that thingy he had...the remote control? To control you.”

The unease in her voice was clear as day.

“I might be able to help?  When I was...in one of the animatronics I wasn’t taken over like the other kids. I was still me. If he tries it on you maybe I can help.”

Excitement filled her suddenly, like a spark in his mechanical head. Almost like he could feel her joy.

“I can help keep him from controlling you!”

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

“Just me!”

“Uhm so...I was hoping I could help you. I’ve been here for a really long time. I didn’t know if you’d ever come but...I knew if you did you’d either be here or as yourself.”

The voice became small, almost sad.

“I didn’t do a very good job protecting the others. But Mikey you...are the only one who can stop him. So I thought I could try and help.”

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

“It’s me silly!”

The voice, young and feminine, paused.

“Sorry Mikey I forgot you probably don’t remember me. It’s Charlie!”

And somehow from within little arms embraced him. It would feel like a warm electric buzz in his head.

“I kind of...it is such a long story but...I’m in here too.”

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

Metaltrap was pleased.

He tapped his chest piece and started towards the door.

“Get accustomed to your new body, son. Above us is a defunct pizzeria. That will give us the privacy to plan as well as allow you to get used to living in that contraption. But you will be unable to leave so...don’t even try.”

Metaltrap left without another word and the room went silent.

And then after a long moment, a voice rang out from all around him.

“...pssst. Michael. Can you hear me?”

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

“That is...disappointing...”

Metaltrap turned from Michael and lurched back to the table. From a side drawer he pulls out a device adjacent to a remote. He faces his son once more and wiggles it between his metallic fingers.

“Fortunately I expected as much. Like I said in the void, I am willing to drag you to your destiny. Even if I have to use this remote to control you.”

A wicked giggle, not so unlike the one that led to his end in Spring Trap Bonnie, emitted from his metallic mouth.

“You didn’t think I’d just give you a new body without insurance, did you? This is why you always failed against me Michael. Why Henry did too. You’re too pure of heart, you don’t have the capacity to think as I do.”

The metal chest piece of the Bonnie popped open with ease and Metaltrap placed the device within, shutting his abdomen with a click.

“Now would you rather have the ability to walk about during your free time, or shall I just use you to kill and then lock you up for the night with the other animatronics?”

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

Metaltrap would have sighed if he could. Instead he kept his smile, the brows of the metallic face drooping in mock amusement, like a watching a baby try to walk but fall backwards.

Wasn’t that what Michael had become? A petulant child tripping instead of taking grander steps?

“As close to life as that body is, you can’t remain within it forever. You strive for pitiful ideals like love, friendship and peace. Can you do those things within that? No, if you want to achieve anything, least of all to unravel my plans, you will need to at least follow me in this.”

Metaltrap leaned closer so that his wide animalistic face overtook the boy’s vision.

“More will die. More must die. Think of them as a needed sacrifice to save many more from what I will do. I won’t stop at eternal life, son. I want power. And who holds the key to immortality holds the key to power.”

“I will be a GOD.”

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

“See, you should always trust your father Michael. I have only your best interest in mind.”

William, now Metaltrap, turned from Michael to give him some space to move about in his new body. He agreed it took some getting used to. Animatronic bodies were not what he originally intended to have. His own was ideal, but due to unforeseen circumstances that option was robbed from him.

He moved toward his lab table and began flipping through some paper left idle and dust covered, looking over old notes with nimble metal fingers as he spoke.

“You were meant to continue my work if I failed, and in doing so return me to the living. When your brother died...I had hoped it would ignite in you an understanding of sacrifice for power. Oh you loved making him cry, didn’t you? The children cried.” Metaltrap paused, letting his words sink in. “Charlie did too, in the end. It only made the remnant stronger.”

He turned back to Michael, eying him carefully.

“These forms are temporary. With more sacrifice and time we can take back true flesh and bone. And then...” he smiled. “We live forever.”

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

It barely felt Michael fighting. He truly had grown weak here, more so than in the real world.

Better for IT to take control of the situation.

Between them the remnant energy surged, and the entity pulled them into it, grasping the power and using it to recreate life.

And open the door home.

....

......

...

For the first time in what felt like eternity, he opened his eyes. The hidden stock room turned lab sat empty and dark save for a single dimming flickering bulb. William felt his legs as he stepped out. Metallic, covered in a thick outer core of synthetic fur. He took himself to a glass case lined with back up animatronics, all based off Bonnie who he’d grown a strange affection for.

The reflection proved him successful. The lithe metal animatronic face of Bonnie stared back at him. When William smiled the face contorted into a sharp all too wide grin.

He spun quickly on his heels and moved towards the second case. This one was not an animal animatronic but closer to that of a boy. Reminiscent of Pinocchio but crafted with the features of his eldest son in mind.

The boy animatronic booted up, fingers twitching to life. And when his eyes opened William tilted his head in amusement.

"𝕎𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕤𝕠𝕟 ."

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

The entity wrenched and tore at the ghost. It meant nothing that she was, or appeared as, a child. That certainly wasn’t a factor considering how it had achieved immortality. The pure souls of children were the key to remnant, to eternity.

The shadow beast pulled upon her essence until it began to dwindle, shrinking into nothing but the source of remnant power within her. And when the veil between her body and her power was thinnest it struck. Tearing it from her and hurling it towards Michael.

As it hit him, the entity released the weakened ghost trembling from the attack and ensnared his son.

̙̳͇̻͍͔̭̜ͧ̾ͦ͐͢"̧̖̜̄ͭT̥̪̦̲͔͎͖ͦ͛̎̐̕i̪͔̥̙̅̐̀m̧͚̖͇̫͕̲̪͋e͛̾͏͈͚͕̩̯͕ ̫̱͉͉͎͕̰̼̋́t̻̜͔̻̤ͮ̄̇͜ǒ̝̗ͬ͡ ̴̙̰̭́̌̒̌g̵̼̙̲̮̩̜̼̔ͦö̶̥̣̦̼̩ ̝͕͙͚͕̥͈͓̿ͨ͛͡h̨̦̤̼̼̥̩̤̃̂o̢͙̼͙̰̬̥̯ͦͨ̇ͅṃ̛͇̞̰̱̮ͮͯễ̶̠̲͓̜́̍.̷͈̹̯̪̊ͨ̇͊̄ͤ͘ͅ"̒҉͖̳̜̥̟ͅ

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

“𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝...𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕟... w̡̜̤̮͙͈ͨ̄h̙̪̖̓ͨͦ͢ḛ̮̯͚̤̟̙̐͗͝n̯̗͇͙͖̘̪̦̐͂ͨͯ͝ ͚̗̖͋̀d̶̥̝̩̣̳͓ͦ̐i̙̻̻ͥ̕d̛̪ͣ̉͂ͅ ̷̮̝͚̟̥̍y̳̝͍͔̤͚̺ͫ͗̂ͬ͟o͔͔͕͖̹̜͊̇͞u̷̼̦̬̻̼̬͋͋̂ͅͅ ̑̒̉̎҉̭͙͉̙͍̼ͅb̢̮̼̦̭̟͆ͥ͒e̵͚̹̭̤̖̳̳̠̿̓̔̃c̩̩ͬ͡o̗̬̮͉͓̠̩̰̒̐̐ͣ͡m̢̤̳̖͖̞͚ͭͅe̷͇̭̝͓̜̤͉̙ͧ̅ ̑ͥ̿̈҉̭̳̼̪̦̩s͓͓̥̤͙͈̰̯͗͝ǫ̫̱͋͛ͩ ̷͙̖̬͉͕̹̩̹ͮ̾͋ͣw̪̠̜͕̝̅ͣ̚͠e̱͓͗ͭ̽͋̀ã̦̯͎̗̫͇̼̯͞ķ̤͓͌ͩ̋?̧̞̼̬͎̝̜͙̘̹̮͒̿ͥ̂ͯ̎̀͟"͙̮͂̐͢

It had always been this way. A push was needed. That was a father’s job. Its job. If Michael was unable to open the door back then it would.

It wasn’t enough to exist. The entity wanted to live.

The entity shot out from the void, snapping forth into sight for the first time. It was nothing but a roiling shadow made of smoke and malice, face shifting between man and animatronic beast.

It wrapped itself around the ghost focused on Michael and squeezed it like a snake to a rat.

ͤͫͣ̚҉͔̙"̸̫͈̳̜̝̦̥̻̏Ú̥̘͌͝n̡̯̖̜̼͍ͯ̓͌͋a̷͔̺͍͔̱̖̪͊̇̂b͐҉̲̣l̟̤̯̰̺̏̈́͐͜ȅ̥͇͘ ̸͚͇͕̺̝͈̉ͫͅt͚̪̞̏̍ͭͬ̀o̗̗̹̗̠̹͐̒ͥ͘ͅ ̶̗̜̯̠̘͍͔͉ͣ̓s̷̫̟̝̙͑̃̑ậ̧͙͕̲̬̣͎v̗̩͇̽̑͊͗͡e̫̻͍̙̦̠͚̎͘ ̣͔̰͆̈́̏͝E̶̦͈͇̥͆ͫl̘̫̮̀̌ͮͣ͞ị͙̆͘ẑͭ̔̚͏̺̦̝̰̫̺a̛̮͓̻͕ͪ̽ͧb̺̝̭͈̗̯̯͑̐̀ę̖͉͓̻͊ͨ̅̒t̸̝ͩͅẖ̡͖̳̥̜͇̝̃͌ͬ.̷̱̟͖̺̱̣̬̙̊̓ͨ̉ ̻̜̖̜͎ͩ͌̔͡U̯͇̝͓͇̞̫ͦ͆͢ṅ͓͕̬̞̠̤̄ͩ̈̕a͈̻͍ͯ̾͜b̝͔̐͘l̠̯͓ͦ͒̆ͩ͟ͅe̵͕̤͔͍̙̩͍̾̆ͫ ̶̗̗ͫ͊̎ͨt̷͔̩̬̓ͣ͐o̸̝̲̱̫͚ͭ ̢͍̦̊̽͒ṣ̸̯̠̥̭͇̉ͅa̭̙͖̭͈ͩ̑̓͝v̴̬͉͗ḙ̗̙͖̄ͣ͗͡ ̮͇̰͓͕̣̰̅̍̐͑͠y̶̟̮̬̪̠̯̓oͭ̌҉̭̯͍̟ủ̬̱̒̉͝ṛ̪̜̯̌ͧͭ͒͠s̾̽̚҉̘̘͉̙͔̜̗ȅ̵̱̝̳̝̞l͙͙͈͒ͪͧ̅͡f̡̳̲̹͚̰̗̲ͨ.̐͊̏҉͇̖̱̼̰̟͍͚͎̻̣̟̟͎ͦ̀͡ͅ"͎͙̯͈̱ͭ̉ͥ͝ 

The horrific visage peered up at Michael, red embers of flame to match the hollow whites of his own.

̵͈̻ͥͅ"̙̘͍̱ͯ͗͊̈́͝T̡̩̥̠̞̺͖͈̼̓ͭ̃h͓̥͇̺̀ͥ̌͌̕ḙ̘͉̍͝ṋ̮̝̖͉͔̹̫̇ͪͬ͠ ̪̫̲̹̙̆̕Ỉ̸͕̬̩͓̝͍͐̅ ̴̳͚̎̉s̠̹̰̫ͨ̕h̶͎̘͖̒ͨ͌̚a̮̦̬̩̱̺͇͐͗͜l͒ͤ̓̃͏̬̫l̢̻̬̭͔̱ͣͮ̀ͅ ̩̰̰̫͈͍̬̺̌ͮ͜d̖͖͉͉̊̀r͎̱̜ͭͯ̕a̶͇͙͑ͬ̈͋g͒̎ͬ͏̜̻̖͍̦͔͎͉ ̓͏̺͕̤͍̺u̮̤͛̋̾̀͡s̝̙͈̳̳͉ͯ̾̿͝ ̪͚̫̝ͭ̋͝ͅf̘̠ͦ̂̑ͩ͢ͅr̨̹̻͕̬̮̜̳̋̅o̹͚͍͈̦̳͌ͬ̂̋͘m̢͕͖͖ͣ́ ̂̆͋҉̮̥͙̺̜̬ͅt̢̟͙̰ͨ͂͂ͪĥ̸̭̞̙̯͉̔͑ị̝̞͖̼̳ͦͯ͞ŝ̞͔̱̦̫̙̝͌̑̏͞ͅ ̂͏̪̥͓͍͙͎p̧͈̲̌̾ͤ̾l̤̪̯͔̬͖̤͙̂̑ͭ͠â̴̘̙c̦̝̺̩̓̍͌̈́͜ë̘͍̞̥̯̘̦͓͞!̤̪̫̰̳̰͖̮̭̬͉͐ͫ̐̓̋̉͠͠"̪̗ͩͪͯ̀

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

It watched with anticipation, prepared to strike like a viper when the ghost had weakened. Michael’s face, perfectly in view for the shadow, tensed as he felt everything that had happened.

Yes. Yessss.

And then, as quickly as the fire sparked within him, it dimmed to embers.

What?

What did he see, it wondered. Had it pushed too hard? Had the sins of the past resurfaced feeling that cruel surge of anger once again?

"𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕀𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕪. 𝕀𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕪!"

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

"ℕ𝕠𝕨..."

The entity swirled to flank the ghost, pitting it between the shadow voice and its son.

"ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕎ℍ𝕆 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖."

William. Springtrap. The entity impressed into Michael’s head a desire to fight this creature. Not with fists nor weapon, but with his own inner turmoil. Hoping that enough rage and sorrow and fear had built up in the boy to overcome the ghost called Cassidy, subduing it into nothing but energy to harness.

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What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

"𝔹𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪."

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."

[daddyafton]

"𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕖𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕦𝕥. 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕨𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦."

What's wrong Mikey? 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?

"You've never called me Mikey before. Just give me proof and maybe I'll believe it's you."