Everett Larson

I did this for my entertainment

That one part of epilogue 11 but make him a cowboy

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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/The New Kid(pt. 2)/Epilogue 3/Step Closer/Dance With Me/Coming Home/Epilogue 4/Bunny Call/In the Flesh/The Man In Room 1280/Epilogue 5/Blackbird/The Real Jake/Hide and Seek/Epilogue 6/The Cliffs/The Breaking Wheel/He Told Me Everything/Epilogue 7/Gumdrop Angel/Sergio's Lucky Day/What We Found/Epilogue 8/The Puppet Carver/Jump for Ticket/Pizza Kit/Epilogue 9/Friendly Face/Sea Bonnies/Together Forever/Epilogue 10/Prankster/Kids at Play/Find Player Two!

Mike was getting used to being able to eat.

Sometimes he would be working and Kelsey would put a sandwich next to him. Mike would give him a look as if calling him stupid. Then the realization would hit him like a brick.

“Oh wait, I can eat again.”

Michael’s brain was hardwired for starvation. So, being able to eat again took a while to readapt to.

Kelsey wasn’t even sure he had a brain. Did he now? Had the rest of his organs, he should have gotten a brain. Maybe that was the real reason behind it, so William could control him better, now that he had a brain.

Kelsey couldn’t get what William said out of his head. The temptation, the want to kill. The feeling of blood on his skin.

Kelsey hated to admit he wanted that. More importantly, he hated that he felt Michael wouldn’t let him. He wanted blood.

Alec wasn’t as tempted. Sure, he killed his parents and the fake him, but he didn’t like it. He got carried away, almost killed his sister, and almost got her framed. He didn’t want that again.

Andrew and Jake hated the idea of working for him. Afton had killed Andrew, controlled Larson and almost controlled Jake and Kelsey. Why the hell would Andrew ever listen to him? Jake… No. He could never possibly join him. Jake and Andrew were friends, and attached to the same animatronic. If Jake joined, so did Andrew. And Andrew was not going to join the purple man.

Reed and Julius might have been tempted. Julius, at least, enjoyed torture. Maybe it was just with Reed, but he clearly likes causing pain. Reed is too brain dead to make his own choices, so if Julius said yes, Reed would probably just follow him. Compared to The Stitchwraith, Andrew and Jake had a democracy and Julius’s exoskeleton was a dictatorship.

Pete and Delilah didn’t care much for the purple man. They weren’t murder happy, so they weren’t at risk of being controlled. Afton wasn’t powerful enough to create murderous urges, right?

As Andrew considered this, he remembered Larson. He was controlled by Afton. He wasn’t a killer, was he?

Andrew looked at the list of names on Michael’s laptop:

• Eleanor

• Millie: Funtime Freddy

• Andrew Graham: Fetch (retrieved)

• Alec Carter: Lonely Freddy (given human form)

• Plushtrap Chaser

• Delilah Allan Wilson: Ella (retrieved)

• Stanley: Minireenas

• Devon Blaine Marks: Golden Freddy

• Kelsey Resh (retrieved)

• Ralpho

• Billy Pérez/FleshTrap (Jason, god have mercy)

• Sam O’Neil: Blackbird

• Jake McNally: Simon/The Stitchwraith (thing came to my house)

• Toby Billings: Shadow Bonnie

• Faz-Goo (???????) Chris Watson

• Angel Bailey/Gumdrop Angel

• Sergio Altieri: Lucky Boy/Balloon Boy

• Hudson Foster

• Those freaky puppets at Pizza Playground

• Colton Young: Coils

• Faraday, Jack Hall and Edward Franklin: Friendly Face

• Mott Kelley: Sea Bonnies

• Jessica Smith and Brittany Abercrombie: Rosie Porkchop

• Joel D’Agostino: Kids at Play figure

• Felix the Shark (either Aaron Sanders or Dirk Liamson)

• Stevie Robins: Sideshow

• Timmy Cook: Freddy (solved)

Andrew sat reading through it. Michael spent his life helping people. He would never be done. That was his purpose. Even after his father was gone, he would help people like Andrew, Alec and Kelsey.

Andrew admired it. Something good finally came from that family.

But now, he couldn’t help but wonder. Michael was looking for them, how many was his father looking for?

Larson smiled at his boss. Chief Monahan looked concerned.

“Were your eyes always that purple?”Monahan asked.

“It’s just the lighting,” Larson said.

Monahan felt uneasy, but let Larson leave.

Everette made his way home. He wasn’t just a cop anymore. He was under Afton’s control. He was a monster now.

The Stitchwraith stared at him from across the street. Jake felt horrible.

“I let it happen,” he insisted.

Andrew wrapped an arm around him. “I told you we should have killed him.”

Jake still looked upset, but at least he had Andrew.

Jake grabbed Andrew’s hand and held him close.

“Do you want a hug?” Andrew asked.

“No,” Jake leaned against his friend. “I just want to cuddle.”

Andrew sat, blushing like a tomato. Jake cuddled in Andrew’s lap. Andrew couldn’t help but smile. He could spend the rest of eternity cuddling his friend.

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(So, I wanted to post this, because I really want Michael to be in Security Breach. But I wanted to post it before Security Breach came out and my hopes were crushed like William after a date with a springlock suit, because I know it will be. )

~~~~~

Gregory ran down the hallway. He approached a door, blocked and chained back. Gregory assumed that’s where Vanny worked on her newest murder bots.

“PLEASE GOD! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

Gregory slowed down. That was screaming. Screaming from inside the locked room. Male, depressed, begging for release.

Gregory kept running, not caring enough to break the chains.

Vanny kicked the door. “Shut it Michael!”

~~~~~

Gregory returned to the place, even after Vanny went missing. It was dreadful, dark and gloomy. Gregory didn’t like it.

Gregory remembered, somewhere in his memories, that chained up door. The screams for help.

He pulled a cop to look. From what the kid could infer, Vanessa had a hostage.

To Gregory’s surprise, the door was open, chains thrown aside. Gregory and the cop followed down the stairs into a basement.

It was horrific, although Gregory expected worse. It looked like a workshop. Tables, spare robot parts, tools, and paper littered the hard stone floor. On the far wall, two chains dangled about four feet off the ground, attached to the wall on one end and a handcuff on the other end, like a medieval prison. In between the chains and the stairs, the floor was dotted with weird, gross substances. Blood, something black but sticky like blood, something white and floaty like mercury, and finally, blobs of purple. It was splattered everywhere, like the hostage coughed it up, or was beat up.

“There’s cameras,” one of the cops said. Sure enough, a camera was pointed straight at the chains.

The two cops that went with Gregory pulled up the footage on a computer near the stairs. Gregory watched.

The man who called out for him was cuffed in the chains. He had short brown hair and pale skin. He wore a purple, short sleeve button-up shirt, dark blue jeans, black boots and a black tie that barely hung to his collar. He seemed pretty tall, but skinny. Boney and frail, to the point his clothes were like a blanket.

Vanessa ran down the stairs. She stared at the man for a moment.

“The cops are here, aren’t they?” the man asked.

“I’m getting you out of here,” Vanessa said.

“Is that Vanessa or my father talking?” he questioned. The man had a distinct accent, but Gregory didn’t know where it was from.

“It’s both,” Vanessa answered. She ran to the chains and unhooked them. Immediately the man ran for the stairs, but Vanny pounced on him and knocked him over. The man immediately started coughing; the black stuff, the white stuff, the purple stuff and the blood.

Eventually, Vanessa knocked him out and slung him over her shoulder. He didn’t even seem to weigh much, as she ran back up the stairs and out of the pizzaplex.

“Vanessa has a hostage,” one cop told another. “A man. I’d say mid-thirties.”

“He called out for me,” Gregory told the policemen. “She called him Michael when she told him to shut up.”

“What do you think he meant by ‘is that Vanessa or my father talking’?”

Gregory was trying to put that together himself. Nobody would believe him if he said she was possessed by an undead serial child killer. Yet he told the cops anyway.

“Dead child killer?” one cop said. “That's a funny one, kid. Isn’t he funny, Larson?”

The second cop scowled. “I’ve seen enough to know that undead serial killers aren’t too weird in this town.”

Larson turned to Gregory. “What did the girl say his name was?”

“Afton,” Gregory answered.

“I feared you’d say that.” He turned his attention back to the cop. “That man is Michael Afton, son of the serial killer William Afton.”

“I thought he died in that fire,” the other cop asked, confused.

“He didn’t. He survived miraculously. And now he’s been kidnapped.”

~~~~~

(Frankly, I know this won’t happen, but I at least want a reference to him. Also, yes I’ll still post Aftermath today.)

Novels and Games

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/The New Kid(pt. 2)/Epilogue 3/Step Closer/Dance With Me/Coming Home/Epilogue 4/Bunny Call/In the Flesh/The Man In Room 1280/Epilogue 5/Blackbird/The Real Jake/Hide and Seek/Epilogue 6/The Cliffs/The Breaking Wheel/He Told Me Everything/Epilogue 7/Gumdrop Angel/Sergio's Lucky Day/What We Found

Michael sat in the abyss. He looked for something, anything.

Yet he was trapped.

“Michael!” He heard Kelsey scream.

“Kells!” Mike shouted back.

Mike was still in his corpse form. He didn’t like it. He wanted his illusion back.

Mike looked around for Kelsey, but of course he wasn’t there. He wasn’t worth rescuing.

“Michael~” His father loomed behind him. He felt him there, he didn’t need to look. “You seem stressed.”

Michael couldn’t help but cry. “Let me go!”

“But… I’m your father. I only want to help you. And right now, you could use it.”

Michael felt his father walk in front of him. His dad smiled. He looked… normal. He looked the same he had looked when he had abandoned Michael, when he died.

William put his hands on Michael’s face. “You’ve gotten so big,” his father smiled. “And how could I kill someone with a face like that?”

William put his hands on his cheeks. They felt cold.

William smirked as he stared at Michael. His father could only laugh as he snapped Michael’s neck.

Michael woke up with a start. He was tied to the chair. He struggled to break free, he wanted out! He needed to get out.

“Don’t bother,” Larson was apparently sitting next to him. “You’ve been cuffed.”

Michael realized the metal bracelets wrapped around his wrists. “Did they kidnap you too?” Michael asked.

Larson nodded.

“I see the boys are talking,” his father said. Michael turned to see the glitched out rabbit standing before him. “Michael…”

“Shut up!” Michael shouted. “What do you want! What do you want to do to me! If you think I will ever join your stupid cult you are mistaken!”

Glitchtrap only smiled. “You’re so adorable when you’re mad.”

“Admit it! You just want to kill me!”

“What! Michael, how could you say such things. You are my everything. You’re all I have left. I wouldn’t kill you if it meant I could stop the apocalypse.”

Michael had a hard time believing that, mostly because he knew his dad would want an apocalypse. More dead bodies.

“And maybe if you’d stop helping those ghosts I could show you that,” Glitchtrap added.

“I’m helping people. It’s what I do! It’s what I’ll do even after you're gone!”

The rabbit laughed. “Mike, we’ve gone over this. I always come back! I won’t die!”

“Admit it dad! You won’t live forever! Someone will stop you. I don’t care if it’s me, or some kid, or a cop, or the weird giraffe baby! Someone will stop you!”

The room was silent. Afton had felt weaker in his trash rabbit suit, but he assumed that was because it was only a fraction of his soul. He could control people as Glitchtrap. He was nearly a god! He wasn’t going to die, at least... not soon.

“Do you feel… anything different?” William asked. He pressed against Michael’s stomach.

“I feel fine.” He scooted away.

“Check again. Maybe in silence.”

Glitchtrap snapped his fingers. Suddenly, everything went quiet. It felt like Michael had gone deaf. He heard a faint ringing and… he felt his heartbeat! He didn’t have a heart. After Ennard, his blood just floated loosely around his body.

He looked down at his chest. Slowly, it rose up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

He was breathing!

His stomach churned for food. Hungry. He didn’t have a stomach. He hadn’t eaten in decades.

“What did you do!” Michael said. It sounded like he was underwater.

With another snap, Michael could hear everything.

“Consider it a birthday gift, for all those years I forgot.”

“You… you… how?”

“I had to kill a few people to do it, but it was well worth it.”

“You… You gave me organs?” Michael was slightly in shock.

“I knew you would be happy.”

Michael heard a bang from upstairs, like someone was trying to break down a door.

Kelsey, Michael thought.

“Vanny! Lewis! Hold them off. Michael, let's get you something to eat.”

Kelsey and Alec smashed against the door. “We know he’s there!” Kelsey screamed.

Vanessa opened the door and sent Alec tumbling.

“He isn’t here,” she said blankly. She had her hair loose. She wore a purple summer dress and black flats.

“I know he’s here,” Jake said. “I can sense the depression.”

“What in god's name is that?” Vanny looked at the back of the truck where Julius’s mangled remains were laid. Reed grabbed a blanket and covered him.

Kelsey took the opportunity. He kicked Vanessa away and ran inside.

Basement, basement, basement.

He found a hatch on the floor. He pulled it open and ran down the stairs.

At the bottom, Larson was tied to a chair, gagged, with a knife to his neck. Who had the knife? The glitched out rabbit.

Michael was in the opposite corner of the room. Meaning, the only thing between Kelsey and Michael, was a glitching serial killer.

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Novels and Games

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/The New Kid(pt. 2)/Epilogue 3/Step Closer/Dance With Me/Coming Home/Epilogue 4/Bunny Call/In the Flesh/The Man In Room 1280/Epilogue 5/Blackbird/The Real Jake/Hide and Seek/Epilogue 6/The Cliffs/The Breaking Wheel/He Told Me Everything

Larson never thought he would see Michael happy. Whenever he saw him, he was in tears.

Now he was laughing like he was high, smiling without a care in the world.

Larson didn’t take too long to realize he was, in fact, high as a goddamn kite.

Vanny was done. She shoved the drugged out Michael onto the chair, apparently too tired to care.

Also, Michael was purple. Larson was a bit confused.

The rabbit from his vision appeared in front of Michael.

“Don’t hurt him!” Larson yelled.

“Why would I hurt my sweet baby boy?”

“Sweet… baby… boy?”

“Oh my god. Moron, I’m William Afton.”

Larson was amazed that it made any sense.

Michael giggled. “Daddy.”

“Ok, what’s up with him?” Larson asked.

Afton smiled, awkwardly. “I gave him a surgery and had to numb him down with laughing gas and pain killers and…”

Michael fell off his chair.

“It hasn’t worn off yet.”

Michael slowly sat back up. “Dad?”

“Yes Mikey?”

Michael pressed down on his nose. “Boop.”

Vanny and Lewis broke into hysterical laughter.

William grabbed Michael by the neck. Michael coughed.

“Listen here son. Nobody boops my nose. Nobody. Not you, not your siblings, not my cult, no one!”

Michael nodded.

“So, do that again and I will break you limb from limb. I will stuff you in a springlock suit and watch you suffer, hear you scream, and do nothing to stop it. Do we have a deal?”

Michael nodded again. He was crying a lot.

Afton dropped him to the floor. Mike curled up, legs pressed against his chest, and cried his eyes out.

Afton looked as if he regretted doing that.

“Mike? I’m sorry,” he put a hand on Mike’s shoulder.

Mike retreated away from him, muttering, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Vanny,” Afton turned to the girl. “Tie him up again. Lewis, order something to eat.”

“Yes sir,” the two said.

“And Lewis,” Afton continued. “Get Betty. I want her to take the fall for those dead kids”

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Novels and Games

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/The New Kid(pt. 2)/Epilogue 3/Step Closer/Dance With Me/Coming Home/Epilogue 4/Bunny Call/In the Flesh/The Man In Room 1280/Epilogue 5/Blackbird/The Real Jake/Hide and Seek

Larson slowly regained consciousness. He wasn’t dead, but he felt worse. He felt weak, like something was crawling around in his head. Someone…

He was tied to a chair. His hands were duck taped behind him, his torso tied to the back of the chair. His legs were free, but that wouldn’t do him much good.

Vanessa and Lewis talked across the room from him.

“I’m just saying,” Vanessa told her fellow cultist. “I don’t like surgeries.”

“You are a serial killer,” Lewis pointed out. “How do you not like blood?”

“It’s not the blood. It’s the exposed organs. Egh.”

“Vanessa!” something shouted from a different room. “Bring in the cooler!”

“Yes sir!” the girl shouted back. Hse made her way to the cooler, right next to Larson. “Lewie, he’s awake.”

“Don’t call me that!” Lewis shouted.

Larson used a free leg to open the cooler. He almost screamed. The cooler was filled with organs, some still throbbing with life. A heart, brains, lungs, stomach, intestines, livers. Dear god, it was disgusting.

Vanny grabbed one of it’s handles and pulled it along the floor, muttering “ew” every so often.

Lewis stood in the room keeping guard over the cop.

Larson noticed an empty chair next to him. There was rope next to it, as if they’d just untied someone. There was duct tape on the front legs, as if there was more that had been cut off.

“Who else was here?” he asked.

Lewis smiled. “That little missing person of yours.”

“Michael!” Larson shouted, trying to find where he was now.

“He’s busy. He had surgery to do.”

“What?” Larson tried putting the pieces together. Surgery, cooler full of organs. “What’s wrong with Mike?” he asked. “Some sort of organ problem.”

Lewis looked like that was a stupid question. “The problem is he doesn’t have any.”

Larson sat with his eyes wide in the chair. “He what now?”

Kelsey kicked the door to the garage open. Jake and Andrew sat in front of the Stitchwraith. Alec stared at Julius’s exoskeleton dangling from the ceiling.

This is a weird house, Kelsey thought to himself.

“Kells, what’s going on?” Alec asked.

“Afton,” he said. “Afton has Michael.”

Julius (and Reed) had only been here for a month. They’d barely known Michael, and never met his dad.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re going bunny hunting!” Jake said happily.

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Novels and Games

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/The New Kid(pt. 2)/Epilogue 3/Step Closer/Dance With Me/Coming Home/Epilogue 4/Bunny Call/In the Flesh/The Man In Room 1280

Larson looked around the house. The man next to him was dressed kind of weird, but maybe he just had a weird job.

“Where’s Vanessa?” he asked.

“She’s out with friends,” Lewis said. Lewis said he was her roommate.

Larson really wished he had a search warrant.

Larson felt something enter the room, an ominous presence.

“Do you live with anyone else?” Larson asked.

“No, just us.”

Larson felt the presence move towards him. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck. He felt goosebumps all over his arms.

“Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run, run, run.” Larson heard.

“Do you hear that?”

“No.”

Larson was ninety percent convinced that Lewis was a cultist.

“Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run, run, run.”

Larson tried to move towards the sound. He felt something on his shoulder, a hand. His wound from Afton’s Amalgamation burned with pain.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, goes the farmer’s gun.”

Larson tried to move, but he felt something digging in his brain, manipulating him to stay in place.

“Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run, run, run.”

“What’s going on!” Larson cried.

“Sorry, officer. But he wants you.”

Lewis was definitely a cultist.

“Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run, run... run.” That last word sounded extra demonic. An image of a plush, bunny costume with a purple vest and bow tie.

The thing let go of Larson and he ran. Unfortunately, he ran straight into a stool. He knocked it over and stumbled to get up, worried Lewis and that thing, and/or the bunny would get him.

He ran forward, disoriented. He ran straight into the dining room table, the force of hitting it banging his head on the wood. Blood trickled from his forehead as he slowly fell unconscious. All he could feel was the pain on his shoulder, and the feeling of someone in his mind.

“Is he dead?” Lewis asked.

“No, just asleep.”

Michael thrashed against his restraints. Vanny put a knife to his neck. “Stop fighting it. You don’t want me to hurt you.”

Michael tried to speak.

“If I take this off, don’t scream.”

Vanny took the gag off.

“Did you kill those kids?” Michael asked.

Vanny smiled and nodded.

“You’re a monster,” he said.

“Understandable,” she smiled. “So, you're single?”

Michael nodded.

“So, are you interested?”

Vanny laid on her side on a table, in a ‘paint me like one of your French girls’ pose.

“No.”

“Darn it.”

She sat up. She looked over at a small box, the one with his earring.

“You want this back?”

“Yes! Give me!”

Vanny looked at it. “I mean, you look fine without it.”

“I’m a grape!” Michael said.

“Well, it’s a nice shade of purple.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better. No offense, but you're psychotic.”

“Well, I wasn’t always like this. And I think even then I would still say that.”

“No you wouldn’t. You need to be insane or desperate to think a corpse is cute.”

“I’m both.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “I’m still not interested.”

It’s for the best, Michael thought. I shouldn’t burden others with my existence.

“You’re a good person. Mr. Afton was right.”

“What does he want with me?”

Vanny thought for a moment. She walked forward and whispered in his ear.

“Organs. Remnant. Agony. Bodies.”

“That wasn’t helpful,” Michael said, now even more worried for his safety.

“That’s all he’ll let me say.” She giggled.

“Bloody hell,” Michael muttered.

“You know, your accent comes out a lot more when you're nervous.”

“I’ve heard that. It also comes out when I’m scared, tired, stressed, drunk, etc.”

“It’s cute.”

“Would you stop trying to flirt with me?”

Vanny nodded.

Glitchtrap and Lewis headed down the stairs. Lewis had officer Larson strung over his shoulder.

“Is he dead?” Michael asked.

“No,” his father answered. “Just unconscious. Now,” he looked back at Mike. “Let’s get this party started.”

Michael stifled back a cry for help, knowing no one was there to answer. He just wanted to go home.

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Novels and Games

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/The New Kid(pt. 2)

“Michael was supposed to be here hours ago,” Larson confessed to his partner, Detective Roberts.

“Maybe he’s just busy,” Roberts told him.

“I told him to empty his schedule,” Larson explained. “He’s suspected for murder. Wouldn’t he be here to clear his name?”

Larson picked up a phone and called his house. Kelsey answered him. His voice sounded tired.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Kelsey Resh, this is Detective Larson. Is Michael there? He’s late for a polygraph test.”

“Michael isn’t there?” Kelsey asked.

“No, he was supposed to be here a few hours ago.”

“Michael isn’t here either,” Kelsey said shakily. “We assumed he was at the station.”

“Can you call him?”

“We’ve tried, but never got an answer.”

Larson could hear barking behind Kelsey. He knew Michael had dogs, he was out walking them when they brought him in. Sammy Emily had come to pick up the dogs, two adorably lovable beans. He guessed he dropped them back off at the house.

“So, what you're saying is that you haven’t seen him?”

“We haven’t seen him since he went out to walk the dogs. You took him in then right?”

Larson was in shock. Michael would have been ecstatic to clear his name. Of course he wasn’t jerking it.

“Come to the station you two. Feed the dogs well.”

Larson ended the call and looked at his partner. “We’ve got a missing person.”

Michael woke up slowly. Where was he? Everything was dark. His mouth was covered in cloth. He was tied to a chair. First by his wrists with duct tape, then to the back of the chair with rope. Then his ankles were tied to the chair legs with duct tape.

Michael tried not to cry. He didn’t know where he was. He knew he shouldn’t have walked home.

The room suddenly lit up. The only light was from a single bulb hanging loosely from the ceiling. There were two people in the room. Well, “people.”

One had long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, bright green eyes and freckles over her Caucasian face. She wore a patchwork bodysuit, like she had hand stitched it together. Vanessa Hopper…

The other figure was off in the corner. His eyes cloud purple, a sick smile across his face. He had messy brown hair. He wore a purple vest over a white button up, yellow slacks and stitched together yellow gloves. Michael didn’t recognise him.

Something seemed to loom over both of them. Micheal’s father…

“So that’s what he looks like under that disk,” the man said.

Michael looked down at his hands. They were a deep purple. They had taken his disk off.

“Corpses aren’t supposed to have eyes or hair are they?” the man asked.

Michael couldn’t really explain that. He just woke up one day with his hair and eyes grown back. He could never explain it, but it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

But more importantly, they knew he was a corpse.

“I’m going to talk to the boss,” Vanny told the man. “Keep an eye on him Lewis.”

Vanny left the room. Michael could hear her climb a flight of stairs.

Michael finally secame to the crying. Tears dripped down from his face onto his rotten skin.

Lewis smacked him in the face. “Don’t cry, they’ll hear you.” He pulled down the cloth and grabbed a tissue. He whipped away his tears.

“What do you want with me?” Michael asked.

“The boss is very insistent that we bring in his son.”

“What does he want to do to me?”

Lewis smiled and stuffed the cloth in between his teeth. “Either he’s gonna kill you or mind control you.”

Michael's screams of protest were muffled by the cloth.

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Novels and Games

Into the Pit/To Be Beautiful/Count the Ways/Epilogue 1/Fetch/Lonely Freddy/Out of Stock

“Michael, I know you didn’t-”

“I promise you, I didn’t kill them. You know I’m not capable of doing that!”

Michael could barely speak through the tears. “After what you’ve been through, I know you wouldn’t. But I need solid proof that you didn’t kill those kids.”

“They weren’t even kids! They were like fourteen! I couldn’t kill an eight year old without the help of three people and a giant yellow bear. How am I supposed to kill five teenagers!”

Larson showed him some pictures of the kids; Riley Watson, Hanna Bradley, James Sheldon, Marco Ortiz and Uriel Paterson. “Do you recognise any of them?”

“NO!” Michael was shouting at them now.

“Larson, we can send him in for a polygraph another time. Send him home.” The chief told him.

Larson let Michael leave. He was in tears. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know.”

Larson asked Michael's neighbors and the people he lived with a few questions. He was surprised to see that he had people at his house.

Two blond kids, both looking like teens. One had green eyes and freckles, the other had blue eyes and a black scar across his eye. From his exposed skin, Larson could see the scars all over his arms.

When he saw him, he quickly threw on a hoodie, apparently not liking these scars.

“Who the heck are you?” Larson asked.

“Alec,” the green eyed kid said.

“Kelsey,” the kid with the scars said. “What do you need, officer?”

“Michael,” he stated bluntly. “How do you know him?”

“He helped us,” Alec said. “He’s a good person.”

“Where was he on May eighth?”

“Crying in bed,” Kelsey said. “He had a rough week.”

“After that?” Larson assumed even Michale Afton wouldn’t spend all day crying in bed.

“He went to the grocery store, the pharmacy, then the cemetery.”

“The cemetery?”

“It was mother’s day,” Alec told the officer. “He wanted to give his mom some flowers.”

Larson didn’t look like he fully understood.

“His mom is dead,” Kelsey clarified.

“Ok, after the cemetery, where did he go?”

Kelsey crossed his arms. “He came home, made lunch and headed to meet someone at the gym. Said her name was Charlie.”

“Michael goes to the gym?” Larson had seen him. He wasn’t a gym dude.

“They met there,” Alec said. “We never said he worked out.”

“Ok. What happened afterwards?”

“He and Charlie got smoothies. Then he came home, made dinner and cried in bed again.”

Larson had written all of that down. He needed to talk to this Charlie girl, solidify his alibi. But from the looks of it, he was busy all day. Of course, he could be lying.

Larson headed out of the house, Alec and Kelsey shut the door behind him.

“What the heck do they think he did?” Kelsey said.

“Some kids died at Freddy’s. I guess with his family history, they think he did it.”

“Bullshit. The man can barely get out of bed in the morning.”

(wanted to post this yesterday, but it was my brother's birthday and I was tired. I'll still post 1:35 AM today, tagging an everything.)

For clarity: I'm not doing a separate post on each Epilogue. My plan is to (after all the other stories) do a few major characters like I did with the Novel and Games (specifically Andrew, Renelle and Larson). I've decided to use the Epilogues to write my own plot. Because why not?

If you don't care, you don't have to read. I'm not gonna tag anyone. And if I don't get any feedback, I'll probably just stop. So...

Novels and Games

Into the Pit/To Be Beautiful/Count the Ways

Larson placed a coffee cup on the table.

“You overwork yourself,” he told the man across from him.

The man had dark blue eyes, light skin and brown hair, cut short. He said he originally wore it long, but he got involved in a fire and it burnt off. He got it cut so it looked more natural.

“It’s good, I’d keep it if I were you,” Larson had told him.

The man said his name was Michael Afton. He said he was thirty-five years old. He was five feet, eleven inches. He looked so skinny he might not have even been fully human.

“I know, but still…” Michael trailed off.

“Listen kid, your name was Afton. Any relation to-”

“He was my father,” Michael said almost immediately. Larson looked shocked. “I’ve heard it dozens of times. My father is William Afton. You don’t need to ask.”

Larson nodded and sat across from him. “What was it like? Living with him.”

Michael thought for a moment. “Horrible, mostly. I mean, he had nie moments. I think he was bipolar. So am I, and so was his father. He probably got it from him. I don’t know. I just know he was… indecisive when deciding if he loved me.”

“Do you think you should have been loved?” Larson asked.

“No.”

Larson looked down at his psych-evaluation. Michael apparently had been marked as mentally unstable.

“It says here you gave five thousand dollars to a boy in Pennsylvania. Oswald Heere. Why was that?”

“He claimed something about Spring Bonnie. My dad used to wear that, so I guess I felt bad. I guess I was just trying to convince myself that I was a good person.” He looked guilty. ‘It didn’t work.”

Larson was trying to avoid the big question. Michael could sense it. He pulled his legs up to his face, trying to hide himself.

“I don’t want to ask it either, Mike,” Larson tried to comfort him. “That’s one elephant in the room neither of us want to acknowledge.”

“I didn’t do it,” Michael said, with tears in his eyes. “I didn’t kill anyone.”

Again, if you don't like this, I won't post it. I'm just testing out the waters, I guess. If I do keep writing, I won't wait an extra day

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“GET OUT!” William shouted. Henry, Liz and Evan backed up. “You too, cop!” Anger radiated off of him. He was pissed off. He was tired of hearing his son reject himself. He was tired of his son’s ignorance. And really, he wanted his kid back.

Larson opened the door and Henry left, followed by the killer’s children. He looked at his eldest, passed out in the corner.

With a flick of his wrist, the cameras shut off.

William glowed purple.

Michael was back in his dreamscape. Great! Not like these were his memories.

How had he even convinced himself these were?

He stood in a black void. All he could remember was his death. What a way to live.

Suddenly, he saw something. He grabbed his brother by the arm, someone in a bear mask on the other side. One in a blueish-purple bunny mask and one with a yellow chicken mask stood behind him. They pulled his brother up towards a giant golden bear.

“I think he wants to give Fredbear a kiss,” Michael said, with no control over his speech. He hefted his brother up. His view was obscured by a fox shaped mask above his face, even more obscured by the blood gushing out of his brother's head.

Then he sat at a table with those same friends, this time the masks were taken off.

He heard screaming. He turned. His sister-was that Hope?- was in the grasp of a clown robot. Not grasp as in hand, but a claw coming out of her stomach. His sister was dragged into the stomach.

Suddenly he felt empty. He sat alone, in an empty house. He was older now, maybe in college. “Dad?” he asked. No response. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. Freddy Fazbear’s. “Pick up the phone.”

No response. He called Henry. He hadn’t seen him.

“Father? Where are you? You should be back by now.”

He felt a sting of fire down his spine. He was in a burning building. That horror attraction. He ran for the door.

He burst into what seemed like a different building, yet on fire. It looked more like a lively pizzeria, but burning to a crisp.

“This ends for all of us,” Henry boomed over the speaker. “End communication.”

Michael sat content on the floor as the building burned around him. His bitter end.

He saw a decayed golden-green rabbit animatronic, a corpse inside and his arm missing.

“MICHAEL!” The creature almost said. His dad’s voice. He held out his hand.

Michael looked up to see the ceiling cracking. Before he could respond, the ceiling crashed onto him.

William opened the door. “He’s good.”

Larson and the kids reentered the room. Henry was running for his life.

Michael slowly stood up. He was rubbing the back of his head.

“Michael?” the orange-haired girl asked.

“Liz?” he asked. “What happened?”

“Liz! He called me Liz! I told him my name was Hope! He’s back!” The orange haired girl ran up and hugged her dad.

“Mikey!” Evan ran up and hugged his brother.

“DO. NOT. EVER. DO. THAT. AGAIN!” William yelled. He pulled Michael into a hug.

“Don’t do what? What's going on?”

Michael stood alone on the rooftop. This time he didn’t want to jump. Ironically, he had his memories back, but didn’t remember anything from the few weeks he didn’t have his memories.

It was weird, and he knew on a fundamental level there were a lot of tears involved.

Michael sighed. He was back to his cursed life. His hell on earth.

Of course, it wasn’t all bad. Just...mostly

Fritz grabbed his shoulder. “Don’t you dare jump again.”

Jeremy stood on his other side.

“I’m sorry guys, I just… My life is a literal nightmare.”

“It’s alright Mike, we’ll be with you,” Jeremy said.

Michael walked to the stairway off the roof. His chest felt empty, but his head was full. He couldn’t focus on anything.

“I need to lay down.”

And that's how it ends. Thanks for reading! and for all the support.

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Charlie wrapped her arms around Michael. “DON’T DO THAT EVERY AGAIN!”

Michael looked scared. He had seen some bad things during that dream. Hope seemed nice but she was… a bit malicious.

“I-I won’t,” he stuttered. He didn’t want Charlie to get mad at him. He felt vulnerable. He didn’t have most of his memories, and he was still partially convinced that he wasn’t Michael Afton.

But he wasn’t going to tell Charlie that, especially with their dads within earshot.

“How much do you remember?” she asked.

“Not much, there was a ‘scooper,’ and your dad, it was weird,” he tried to explain.

“Ok…”

Larson stepped into the room. “Charlie, if it’s alright, I would like to talk to Mike.”

Charlie left the room. Larson sat across from Michael. “How’s your head?”

“Fine. What do you need?”

“I’ve been reading through your diaries, sorry. I think it might help bring back some memories.”

“I tried. My life was horrible.”

Larson handed him a book with a few bookmarks. “Just try.”

Michael picked up the book and read aloud. “He left me in the car again. I don’t know why he always does this, but he left me in the car. He parked outside Freddy’s. He told me to stay. He left me with a flashlight and a few books. He left the window open, thank god. Sometimes I worry that he won’t leave the window open and I‘ll suffocate. After an hour or so he got back in the car and we drove home. What is it he does whenever he leaves me in the parking lot? Sometimes he lets me come in, but I always stay in the corner, away from the monsters he built.”

Michael put the book down. Memories flushed into his head. He did this a lot. He remembered at least three times. One in 1983, one in ‘85 and one in ‘87, but he knew he did it more often. He couldn’t be sure, but he guessed this was the one in ‘85.

“Are you ok?” Larson asked.

“I don’t want these back! They aren’t my memories!”

“Of course they are!”

Henry and William moved, as if they were going to stop him.

“Michael is gone, accept that!”

William grabbed his son's arm. “Michael, calm down!”

“He’s gone!” Michael shouted.

“No he isn’t. You’re Michael. Please calm down.”

Hope and Evan appeared behind him. Larson looked on in horror.

“He’s dead! You can’t get him-”

William pushed Michael back. He hit his head on the wall and collapsed.

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Also, the next one will be the last one.

I haven’t fully fleshed out this theory, but it’s an idea that popped in my head. Scott said to use the novels to solve the past, and there is one question I have about the past games still: how did Michael Afton survive after Ennard’s exit? Initially, it was thought that he could be a robot and the same person as CC. However, with CC and Mike now thought to be separate characters we still don’t know how he survived. I have an idea. What if a part of Ennard remained?

I got this idea from Fazbear Frights’s epilogues with Detective Larson. First with the games. We know Mike comes back to life in the SL custom night endings as Baby says “you won’t die” and he rises. But, just as the scooper removes endoskeleton’s, wouldn’t it have also removed Mike’s skeleton to make room for Ennard. So how is he standing? What if a small part of Ennard is still in him, at least enough to make him stand? This could also explain Mike’s new mission and Larson’s connection. I think that, with a bit of Ennard still in him, Mike starts getting visions about the MCI. Why? Well, we know Larson gets visions about the children after his encounter with the Stitchwraith. Also, Mike may be older, but he probably wouldn’t know the specifics of the case. So how would he hunt them down? Remember, it’s believed Mike’s mission is to free all of the spirits. So, if he got visions of the children’s murders, then he’d know where to look.

I also may have an idea that we have seen these visions. Could they be the miniganes in FNaF 2 and 3? The FNaF 2 miniganes tell the stories of the murders, so Mike could get intel from there. Remember that the FNaF 3 miniganes are required for the Happy Ending, which is considered the canon one. Mike could be using the visions to get intel on the children and help them just like Larson.

I know this theory doesn’t have much to stand on, but it’s just an idea I thought could explain a few things.

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Larson and Collins stood outside the door. “We might need back up,” Collins said.

“Don’t hurt him,” Larson told her. “He’s just lost. Don’t shoot him.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Michael! It’s ok. We can help you.”

“No you can’t!” he screamed from the other side of the door. “Nobody cares!”

“Mike, we care. Henry cares!” someone on the other side said. He sounded raspy, British. William!

“Charlie, Sammy, Evan, Elizabeth. There’s people who care about you.” Another voice said.

“No. You cared about Michael! He’s gone!”

“Your accent? What happened?” Afton asked.

“SHUT UP!”

“Jen, on the count of three, we’re opening the door.”

Officer Collins nodded.

“One…”

“You didn’t care about me. You cared about him! He’s gone!”

“Two…”

“Michael, we just want to help you. We do care about you. Just relax. Calm down.”

“Three!”

The cops rammed into the door. It opened. Michael was backed into the corner, crying. Two older ghostly men next to him. One of them was Afton. The other Larson didn’t recognize.

Michael got up and tried to run out the door. Jennifer pulled out her taser and gave him a bold in the chest.

The man collapsed on the ground.

“MICHAEL!” Afton screamed. He knelt down next to him. “Please be ok.”

The other man sat next to him.

Jen grabbed Michael and put handcuffs on his wrists. “We’re taking him to the station, right?”

Larson knew she couldn’t see the ghosts, but he knew Michael was in pain. His screaming, Afton and this other guy looked worried. What was he saying about him being dead, and that no one cared about him.

“Yeah. I need to call Charlie.”

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Michael held his breath. Wait, he didn’t have lungs. Jake had left to talk to “Mr. Larson” whoever that was.

“Dad,” he asked in the wooded silence. “Please help me. I want answers.”

“Mike?” He heard a man in front of him.

The man had gray hair and brown eyes and light skin. He was wearing a faded gray suit, orange tie and light yellow dress shirt. He looked ghostly, like his family and Jake.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t recognize you. I jumped off a building, lost my memories. I’m really sorry. Who are you?”

He looked about as confused and worried as Mike had seen in his dad and brother. “I’m Henry, I helped you. I’m like your father.”

Mike suddenly felt his ear throb. That silver earring. Why did he have it?

Mike reached to take it off. “Don’t. You aren’t going to like it.” Henry stopped him.

His ear… “I’m sorry, it really hurts.”

He took off the earring. Henry looked at him in shock. “It’s been a while since you looked like that.”

Michael looked at his hand. It was a deep purple. He felt weaker all of a sudden. He felt like his skin was peeling off his bones.

He put the earring back in. “Show me what I looked like,” he demanded.

“You aren't going to like it.”

“I need to know. What happened to me?”

Henry looked down.

“Come,” Michael turned around. His dad's spirit offered a hand. “There’s a gas station nearby. I’ll show you and explain.”

Michael followed his ghost dad, Henry close behind. “I’m not leaving you alone with him.”

“Then we agree on something for once. When was the last time we did that? The 70s?”

“When we decided opening a pizzeria would be a good idea.”

Michael had no idea what they were talking about. The men got to the gas station. Michael asked the lady at the front desk where the bathroom was. “Out back, here’s the key.”

Michael followed the directions, Henry and William behind him.

Larson looked at the Stitchwraith. The pile of metal pointed to a poster on his wall.

“Michael? What about him?”

The Stitchwraith couldn’t talk, or at least not to Larson. But he seemed intent on the poster. He knew it was possessed by a kid, back in the disposal plant. But he didn’t know his name.

“I mean, he’s Afton’s kid, but he seems a lot nicer.”

The Stitchwraith kept pointing, but this time a little surpirised.

“What kid? Did you find him?”

The animatronic’s head moved up and down, nodding.

“Where is he?”

The creature started pointing towards the woods.

“Lead me to him.”

When the Stitchwraith stopped, they were in a small field. There was a blanket, a thermos and tracks leading out of the forest.

Larson picked up the bottle. “This is still almost full. And it’s mine.”

The amalgamation made a gesture of drinking, then moved his hands across his neck.

“He couldn’t drink?” Larson asked. The creature nodded. “Could he eat?” The Stitchwraith shook his head.

Larson followed the tracks until it stopped at the sidewalk. Larson called his coworkers. Dirt dotted the sidewalk. Footsteps.

“Need something Larson,” Officer Collins said.

“Jen, I have a lead on Michael Afton.”

She sighed. “I’m on my way.”

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Jake came back to Mike. He was holding a paper bag and a thermos. “It was hard, but I got Mr. Larson to get you chicken and fries. And he had the spare bottle.”

It was one of those old fashion bottles, with a twist-on mug.

“Thanks Jake,” Mike said as he grabbed the food.

“You look familiar, but I can’t put my mind on it,” Jake sat down next to him.

“Maybe I am,” Michael put a fry in his mouth. “I have amnesia.”

“How?”

Michael poured a bit of the bottle into the mug. It was steamy, possibly coffee. “I jumped off a building, hit my head on a lamppost.”

Jake closed his eyes. “Your mind is blurry. Readable but blurry.”

Michael kept eating and drinking, but he was seeing something. It felt like something was digging in his mind.

He was next to his dad in the car. His father opened the door on his side. “I’m going to do something, stay here.”

Michael nodded. He watched his father leave the car. Michael waited for his father to enter the pizzeria. Michael got out of the car and ran up to a payphone. He put in a few quarters and called someone.

“Hey Michael, what’s going on?” the man on the phone said.

“Uncle Henry, my dad’s doing something in the pizzeria.”

“Ok kid,” Henry said. “Why are you telling me this?”

Michael heard his stomach rumble. “I’m really hungry and tired, but he won’t take me home until he’s done.”

The memory faded. It switched to a memory of him on the couch watching a soap opera with a vampire and his weird bastard child. Michael was wrapped in a blanket with a box of tissues next to him.

His father sat next to him. He wrapped an arm around him as they watched the show.

“Are you feeling better?” his dad asked.

Michael shook his head. “I’m really tired. And hungry.” He sneezed into a tissue. “And you know, cold.”

William held him closer. “I’ll get you some hot chocolate.”

“Ok father.”

William got up and walked towards the kitchen.

The memories were interrupted by Michael’s coughing. He was puking up all the food he had shoved in his mouth.

“Mike! Are you ok?”

Michael couldn’t answer. He was vomiting up the fries, chicken and coffee.

When it had all left his body, he looked up at Jake. “What just happened?”

“I don’t know.” Jake closed his eyes again. Michael felt him digging again.

He was in the room with the spoon machine, the scooper. What happened in here? All he could remember was blood. Blood, organs…

He returned to reality.

Jake grabbed Michael’s shirt. He started ripping apart the buttons. “I’m sorry Mike, but I don’t think you have a stomach.”

Charlie smiled at the two men in front of her. “Thanks for offering to help. Oswald and Kelsey right?”

Oswald nodded. “I have a question. Is he related to William Afton?”

“Yes he is. No, he isn’t a serial killer. He’s suicidal and I’m worried.”

“Well, if he’s Afton’s kid…” Kelsey pointed out.

“He looks just like him, right?” Oswald asked.

“That is a whole different brand of therapy,” Charlie joked.

Oswald and Kelsey left the house. Charlie hadn’t realised, but Kelsey had a small freddy in his duffle bag. She shrugged and went back to the kitchen.

“Any sightings?” She asked the police officer at the table.

Officer Larson had blond hair, blue eyes, light skin and freckles. He was wearing his uniform, very formally.

“Not yet,” he said. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him.”

“I’m worried. He just tried to kill himself and has none of his memories. And if he goes to Freddy’s, something is going to kill him.”

“Charlie, he’ll be fine.”

“What if he’s already dead?”

“He’ll be fine! He’s Afton’s kid. He’s gotta be resilient. He’s survived two fires!”

John came into the kitchen, followed by Jessica.

“Charlie, you lost Dave’s kid?” Jessica asked.

“Wait Dave has a kid?” John asked.

“I’m sorry, DAVE?” Larson tried to hold back his laughter.

“William Afton, that’s who Dave is. He just went by Dave Miller for a while.”

“He has two kids, John.” Jessica answered.

“Three.” Charlie corrected.

“What mad woman would have three kids with him?”

“I don’t know…”

Larson interrupted. “I need to head to Subway. The Stitchwraith stole my lunch.”

“Officer, the Stitchwraith is just a legend.” John told him.

“That’s what you think.”

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Greg: I got my crush killed and my uncle finger bit out

Fetch: IT

Alec: Help!

Lonely Freddy: I am Alec now and I am being a good brother.

Oscar: I stole a stupid toy rabbit that try to kill me and my friends it also had real human parts.

Plushtrap chaser: Train!

Grim: I homeless because I want to.

Margie: I am a cat lady

Everette larson: I like cats but I am allergic to them Achoo.

The Stitchwraith: one more infected in the bag.