Into the Pit/To Be Beautiful/Count the Ways/Epilogue 1/Fetch/Lonely Freddy/Out of Stock/Epilogue 2/1:35 AM/Room for One More
(This one is a two parter. I’ll post part two later today)
Mick seemed to be the only one who was normal out of his friend group.
He graduated, got a job, got married, had kids. Over the forty years since the original incident, he was normal.
Kelsey was not. Kelsey had a girlfriend, a lovely girl named Justine Morris. But he couldn’t stay with her, despite her being his soulmate. Kelsey had been… infected.
Kelsey had spent a few days inside that animatronic. And in those few days, Andrew infected him. Andrew hadn’t fully understood his agony fueled anger yet, he didn’t really understand what the Plushtrap Chaser or Ella or Foxy were so special.
Kelsey changed that. One hug between ghosts ruined everything. Andrew would never forget Kelsey’s screams of pain, because they were his screams.
Kelsey never aged. He was stuck at fifteen for forty years. His body was covered head to toe in black scars. His eyes would turn black sometimes. He would cry black blood-like tears.
That’s why he couldn't be with Justine. He was a problem. He was a burden. His mind was filled with the urge to kill. Lure people to the back room of the nearest Freddy’s and kill them. He couldn’t be with his soulmate, he didn’t want to kill her.
Devon was Kelsey’s replacement inside the golden suit. Andrew had left and attached himself to Fetch. He didn’t want to hurt Michael, Cassidy or Evan like he did with Kelsey. This only spread his anger even more, much to Andrew’s dismay.
Devon eventually left Cassidy and Evan for a spare endo. Michael Afton looked into this incident, his only other rescue at this time was Alec.
He took Devon’s endo back to the garage of his house, trying to make an android for him. That’s when he found Kelsey.
Michael and Kelsey had some things in common. Both had been in pain, both had enough agony in them to charge a phone. Although Michael’s agony was his own, Kelsey had Andrew’s pain pumping through his system.
Neither Michael nor Kelsey had been well mentally. Michael had been through a lot. He’d been taking medicine for depression, hallucination and Bipolar disorder, as well as having some serious PTSD. On Kelsey’s side, Andrew’s agony had messed with his head. The urge to lure someone into the backroom of Freddy’s still loomed over him. And sometimes it felt like he wasn’t Kelsey, he was Andrew. A little kid in pain, who knew nothing but pain.
Michael didn’t have too much trouble convincing him to move in. He couldn’t watch his family grow old without him. He couldn’t watch Mick, and his sister, and his parents, and Justine keep going on with their lives while he was stuck as a teenaged agonized mess.
Kelsey was hesitant when Devon first confronted him, still nothing more than a ghost. But, Devon knew he could forgive Kelsey, if not for his fucked up mental state, then for the constant agony he felt being more than enough payback.
Mick never saw his friends again. But Devon and Kelsey lived in the same house. A large house that used to be the home of a serial killer. Now his son owned it, and used that empty space to help people, since he gave up on himself so long ago.
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