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Chapter One:
Finally, this is the end.
No more killing. No more screaming. No more crying. No more tragedy.
It was done.
He made sure of it. Henry Emily and him did in fact.
They have done it. They finally took down William bloody Afton. His despicable father.
Michael can now rest. He doesn't have to fight anymore. He doesn't have to keep living anymore either. It was done.
There was no more hiding and checking the cameras every so often every night, counting the time till it was 6 in the morning.
There was no more running away from animatronics. Killer animatronics that were haunted by the souls of the vengeful kids, who all of them think he was Him when they were trying to kill him at any chance they have. Just so they can get their revenge on their killer.
There was no more William Afton, his father and the children's killer. Dead for the second time and locked out from outside the office he was in. Screaming and banging on the metal door that Michael fortunately closed down shut. Michael ignored William's rabbit animatronic face, melting and lighting up in flames by then as he kept on banging on the door desperately and furiously for him to open the door but he ignored him. Michael no longer cared for the man. He wished for his demise to come. For his complete and painful final death.
At long last.
Finally, Michael Afton can die truly this time. His soul will depart from the real world and into the unknown.
The dead children that William Afton had killed are now free. They're no longer in the animatronics. They have crossed over at last. Along with Charlie Emily. The Puppet. She's free at last too. Including Henry Emily. It was meant to be. They would be at peace. Together as a family of two.
Michael on the other hand, didn’t have to worry about William Afton anymore. He will be long gone as well. To the depths of hell where he belongs. Himself included. He'll even drag the old man himself down there if he tries to escape from his punishment. It's where they belong. They have avoided death for too long. One that wanted to live and the other wanted to die. Michael was that other one that wanted to die. To be down in Hell. He knows he deserved it.
Michael Afton sat there on his rolling chair, content and tired as the fire blazed around him like pretty curtains. The fire crackled to life while smoke swirled up in the air like rain clouds. It was a dark sight to see but a relieving one as well.
Michael sensed no pain when the fire came close to him as it crept closer and closer to his rotten purple body. Michael didn't shy away from the creeping fire. Instead he reached towards the flames staring into it with black and purple eyes that were once empty but now glowing hopefully to finally move on into the afterlife. He welcomed death. He welcomed it with open arms with a sigh of relief as soon as the fire now engulfed him. He couldn't hear his old man scream for him from outside the room he was in. He couldn't hear William's cries that were mostly his own name being yelled out to him.
“ Michael! MICHAEL! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! MICHAEL! MICHAEEELLL!!”
He didn't hear anything. Instead all he heard was the crackling fire.
The pretty and enthralling fire has engulfed him whole. He gave one last glance at the fire and then shut his eyes to welcome the darkness he had waited for so long to be in.
It took a few minutes for him to be dead but then it happened. The crackling fire was gone. So was the fire. There was only darkness. Total darkness.
He was dead now.
Finally…
Maybe his siblings will be at peace at last. They deserve to move on and live happily in the afterlife or in heaven. They were only kids that were killed by his father's creations. By his own hands. He regretted not being a good brother to them. He regretted his past actions on his younger siblings. He ended up becoming like their father in the end. A monster. A killer.
Hopefully he'll suffer. He'll take any punishment to make up for what he had done in the past.
He deserves to die after all. He is his father. Both monsters and killers till the end. His death was meant to be.
Then he opened his eyes again.
There was darkness at first but then a dim white light appeared from a far away distance. Michael didn't approach it. He knew it wasn't meant for him to go through. He stayed in his spot, floating in the not so darkness. He waited to see a red light appear for him. A red glow that indicated the place he was meant to go.
Then a red light appeared. Michael didn't hesitate to go over there. At last he was going to face his punishment. Maybe he'll see the old man there. He'll make sure to make his punishment worse with him being there. He's itching to inflict some pain and terror on the man. He's going to Hell after all.
As Michael headed towards the red light and reached it, he was faced with a red glowing doorway. He reached out his hand into the red glowing doorway and then stepped in himself into the red glow. As he did, he shut his eyes as the light got brighter and brighter as he was now in the unknown pits of Hell. His body tingles all over as he kept his eyes shut the whole time as he was sucked in into the place he was in. Then it stopped. His body lurched and sensations came to him right away and overwhelmingly as he felt himself falling all the way down to the bottom. He couldn't even scream as his throat somehow closed up on him. He could do nothing but allow himself to fall with eyes shut tightly in awaiting doom.
I deserved this, Michael chanted to himself. I deserved it, he kept saying to himself. I deserved it…
Then it stopped. His body gave a huge lurch this time as he felt his body collide on something soft and foamy. It felt like a mattress? Michael did not hesitate to open his eyes right away. As soon as he did, he had to blink a couple of times to adjust his eyes with what he was seeing in front of him or above him.
A ceiling? What kind of Hell is this…
Michael blinked again and realized that the color of the ceiling he was looking at was the same color as the one in his childhood room?
No… It can't be. Could it be…?
Michael, now awake and alert, sat up on what felt like a bed and slowly gazed around his surroundings. He took it all in and he was not at all pleased at what he's seeing around. His eyes were filled with horror and dread at the situation he was in. Or the situation he was placed in. Without his consent no less.
No, no, no, no! It can't be? Not here! Anything but here Michael begged to himself as he saw his wooden desk, the same desk that the bastard bought for him, covered with scattered papers that contained drawings that he probably doodled out of boredom. He glanced all over the floor with strained eyes to see his dirty clothes laying around the floor ignored. He remembered it clearly. He forgot to put them in the laundry basket to get washed the next day. It was this next day that he was in.
Michael was still in denial with himself. He didn't want to believe it. Not now. Not here.
Michael blinked a couple of times and even rubbed his eyes a couple of times to adjust his eyesight. As he opened his eyes again, he was met with the same sight all over again. He was in his room. His bloody childhood room. The same room that he occupied throughout his childhood years until he reached his adulthood. He sat there for a few minutes, screaming inside of his mind unstable. After that he begrudgingly had to accept the fact that he was in his home when he saw the familiar dresser that had a picture frame of his mother and himself posing happily to the camera. It was the only picture he had of his dear mom. It was definitely his room. He was… back at the damned house he grew up in.
Michael wanted to scream. No. He wanted to die right there in his spot and get himself back to Hell. He just wants to be at peace with himself. He just wants to be gone.
Michael took a glance at his hands to see that he was in fact his younger self. Pale skin that matches his bastard father's and skin that is clear and smooth instead of having any wrinkles or scars from his adulthood. He wasn't purple anymore. In fact he was a human being again. He wasn't a zombie. He was healthy and alive again. He was in his younger teenager's body.
Michael didn't move from his spot. He kept his gaze on his youthful hands, still in shock with what he was seeing. His shock then switched to panic as he realized that his blood was thrumming underneath his skin and his heart was beating so loudly and quickly to Michael's sensitive ears, hearing the steady thumping of his heart get louder and faster. He could breathe again. He could feel everything now.
“ N-No… I'm alive…” Michael croaked out to himself. He flinched when he heard the soft and slightly high pitch voice of his as a kid. It was unsettling to say the least.
Michael Afton at last got up from the bed and stumbled his way out of the room like a baby fawn. Michael misjudged his body as it moved quicker and steadier than his zombified form as he put too much motion into it than necessary. He ended up crawling his way to the bathroom, not caring that he would be seen like that out in the hall for anyone to see but fortunately for him, nobody saw him. Yet.
As Michael pulled himself up to stand in front of the sink mirror, he flinched as soon as he saw his reflection staring right back at him.
“ Oh hell no.”
Michael's reflection showed him as a 13 year old boy with wide and bright silver blue eyes and messy wavy brown hair that was decently short to have as a hair style. His pale skin matched the rest of his features sharply just like a certain someone. He grimaced when he noticed that he was wearing a gray tank top of all things and black shorts. It made him look downright childish and edgy. Even with his terrible sense of fashion, he still looked like William Afton, his carbon copy but a younger version of him. It was a terrible and annoying sight to see for the depressed man inside his younger self. It was a nightmare for Michael Afton. Just seeing him young again brought all those bad memories he had from his childhood, back to him in a painful way. He hated it. He hated himself.
Michael wanted to cry. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to scream. He wanted… He wanted to die.
He really wanted to die.
“ Why? Why me?”
Michael took a resentful glance at his reflection and scowled to himself to see him looking more like his old man than ever.
“ Why me? Why do I have to be here? Why?”
Is this supposed to be Hell? Is this his punishment? Is he supposed to be tormented by staying in childhood home for the rest of his eternal years in Hell?
It couldn't be… He's definitely not in Hell. It doesn't make sense. Unless he was sent here to… No. There was no way. Why would he be here… No. No, he can't be here. Not around this time. No way in Hell…
Why? Why him? Who would dare- why would he be brought back… into the past? It doesn't make sense. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to be here in this time period. He doesn't- He needs to die. That's what he needs to do. He has to die. He has too.
Michael gripped the bathroom sink tightly as he glared at his reflection once again. He wanted to strangle the reflection in his own hands and disfigure it while he could. He imagined that it was his own father there that he wanted to strangle but it would switch back to him again. He wasn't surprised that it did. He hates his younger self as much as he hates William Afton. He believed that his younger self was a pathetic and cruel kid that had blood in his hands. He wanted to… no… he needs to die to prevent any deaths from happening. Especially his own little brother's death. His innocent little brother, Evan Afton.
Michael Afton took one last glance at the mirror before he headed out of the bathroom, stumbling his way out as he did. His silver blue eyes could be seen in the mirror noticeably as it glowed slightly just as the door shut behind him closed.
Michael made sure that he didn't bump into anyone in the hall as he struggled to walk normally to his room back. As he made it there, he quickly went to his dresser to put on a dark sweater and removed his shorts to put on some sweatpants. With that he managed to have his body covered up, no skin showing out of habit, to head out of his room and go downstairs to leave the house. He wanted to get out of the dreadful place before he could bump into any of his family members. He's not ready to face them, hell, he's not sure he'll be able to handle seeing them alive in front of him no less. He couldn't do it. No way in hell he'll interact with any of them. He already got enough going on with him and the situation he was forcibly put into. He doesn't need another trigger moment for him to go through. He had enough of that.
Michael took a deep breath just before he stepped out of his room. As Michael ended up in the hall, he made his way clumsily down the hall by using the wall as his support to reach the stairs. Still holding onto the wall, he took a step down the stairs and took another one. He slowly moved his hands from the wall to hold onto the banister of the stairs to make his way down the steps.
Michael counted himself damn lucky that nobody was around to see what he was doing, as it was a ridiculous and strange sight to see a young kid trying to go down the steps without falling to his doom. Then again… Michael decided ‘to hell with it’ as he let go of the banister and bravely went down the steps, hoping to miss a step to fall down the stairs and meet his end. It didn't happen though no matter how hard Michael tried to mess up his movement but his younger self prevented that from happening to his disappointment. It was frustrating to say the least.
Michael glared at the stairs when he reached the bottom and gave it the middle finger as he did. He turned around to walk towards the front door but before he could make his escape, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder out of nowhere.
Michael flinched and slapped the hand away from his shoulder hard as a reaction to his flight and fight mode. As he did that and turned to face the person that touched him, he paled in his spot to see it was William bloody Afton himself.
“ Michael? What are you-”
Michael Afton didn't allow the older man to finish his sentence as he took off and opened the front door widely for him to stumble out through in a panic. William Afton did nothing but stare in shock for a few seconds as his own son ran out of the house. He managed to shake it off as he followed after his older son with confusion written all over his stern face.
“ Michael! Come back here!”
Michael ignored him as he stumbled and ran his way down the front lawn of his house not even far enough from the front doorstep. He kept running though, his feet still stumbling over each other, as he didn't want to be in William Afton's hold. Not again. He didn't want to deal with him. He didn't want to be stuck in that house with the future killer. Never again. He wants nothing to do with him. He wants to be free from him. He wants to be free.
“ Michael Afton! You stop right now young man- Wait- no… Michael! NO! MICHAEL! LOOK OUT!”
Michael didn't stop at all. He kept his gaze in front of him even though his eyes watered from the bright sunlight shining outside as he ran down the sidewalk clumsily. Not even when he heard the rare terrified tone his father used to call out for him to stop desperately. He took a glance back to see William Afton, clothes slightly in disarray, getting closer to him and his hands reaching out to him with a desperate and terrified expression on his not stoic face.
“ MICHAEL-”
Michael turned to face the front and as he did, an incoming car was heading in his direction out of nowhere, driving uncontrollably over the sidewalk as it did. Michael stopped running as he allowed the incoming car to make a hit on his unmoving body this time.
‘Finally, maybe I can actually die this time,’ Michael sighed to himself, relieved as he faced the incoming vehicle completely.
As soon as he closed his eyes and waited for the sensation of getting hit by the heavy vehicle, he felt his body getting pushed to the side out of nowhere. There was a slight stinging sensation that came from his arms and knees as he felt himself being sprawled out on a pavement surface. He groaned to himself and a minute later gave another groan but a frustrated one as he realized he was still alive and breathing.
“ What the hell-”
Then all of sudden he was pulled up in a seating position by cold hands that were holding onto him tightly and shaking him at the same time. Michael was now gazing up at what looked like to be his furious and worried father whose hair was now a mess and his silver blue eyes were wide and scanning all over him for any signs of injuries. It was unnerving for Michael to witness. He didn't want to assume that his old man cares for him now. He never did. William Afton doesn't love him at all. He never cared for Michael. Never.
“ Michael! What the hell were you thinking? You could have died!”
“ I wish I did…” Michael mumbled to himself quietly. Thankfully William didn't hear that.
“ Michael, don't you ever do that again! You could have died for bloody’s sake! I can't lose you Michael! Just what were you doing?” William croaked out angrily as he pulled Michael close to him, pressing him against his rapid rising chest. Michael felt disgusted and uncomfortable to be touched and pressed against William Afton. He wants to be as far away as possible from him.
“ Can you let me go already,” Michael managed to sneer out from underneath him. He didn't want to hear the older man's heart beat out of control. He didn't want to believe that William was scared for him. It was impossible.
William ignored him and kept his hold on him firmly as he ran his fingers through Michael's hair gently and shakily in order to settle down his rapid heartbeat and breathing from almost witnessing his own first son dying in front of him. It was a horrifying thing to witness. He could have lost his own son. His eldest son. His own blood. Just the sight of his own son just standing there in the middle of the street frozen, about to get hit by the incoming vehicle, got him gripping onto his son tighter.
Michael tried to shove the older man off of him but William kept his grip on him tightly, ignoring Michael's angry demands to let him go. William didn't want Michael to leave him. This just left Michael to mutter under his breath irritated with the situation he is in.
William Afton doesn't have the right to care for Michael now. He wanted him dead before and now… He will never forget what he had done to him. What he had done to him when he was only 18 years old. He realized that caring for his father wasn't worth his time after all those years of neglect and emotional abuse he had endured. He realized too late that his own bloody father never cared for him, even as he got older and became an adult. His own father wanted him dead from the beginning. He never saw him as his son. He realized too late the truth when William Afton sent him to the place he died in. He can never forget that. The love he had left for his father died out when he died by his own little sister's hands. Hatred and resentment settled deep inside of him after that night he was scooped. He will always hate his father no matter what.
Michael finally managed to get his father to let him go when the driver in the car came out stumbling from the crashed vehicle to drunkenly approach them.
“ S-Sorry bout that man. Didn't see ya there,” hiccups the plastered man with a crooked grin on his face.
Michael can only roll his eyes at his pathetic apology but didn't mind his close call of hitting him. He wanted to die of course. Even if it was from getting hit by a drunk driver no less. It didn't matter to him. Who was he to complain.
Just as the drunk man gave his poor excuse of an apology to the Aftons, William gripped onto Michael firmly and carefully got him up to stand next to him, to Michael's displeasure, to face the drunk man with a now blank expression on his stoic face. Michael didn't get to reply to the plastered driver before William Afton, to Michael's shock, punched the drunk man on the face. Hard.
“ W-”
“ This is for almost killing my son you bloody bastard!” William barked down furious at the bloody mess of the drunk man.
“ Hey! There's no need for that-”
William ignored Michael's protest. Instead he gave another hard punch at the groaning bleeding man who gave a cry of distress in response. Michael literally had to pull him away from the whimpering man but was too weak to hold onto him for a bit.
“ Stop that! Don't hit him again!”
“ He deserves it Michael! He almost killed you for crying out loud!”
Michael scowled at him when he said that. He didn't believe that his old man cared about him. That he cared for his life. He doesn't. He's a lying bastard.
“ Well he didn't! So stop punching him! You're just overreacting! It's not like you care for real! Just stop acting like this!”
As soon as the words left Michael's mouth, he regretted it when his father stiffened in his spot, standing up on his feet again as he took in all the words Michael spat out to him darkly.
“ What?”
Michael paled in his spot to see William looking from the corner of his eyes to him. Michael took a step back to get as far away as possible from him but was grabbed by the wrist as he did.
“ What did you say, Michael?”
Michael tried to pry William's hands off of him but he wouldn't budge. At all.
“ Let me go old man!”
“ Old. Man? Are you referring to me Michael?” William uttered out lowly to him.
Shit. Michael had to get himself out of this.
“ I meant to say… I mean… I… I apologize… father,” Michael gritted out distastefully.
William can only frown at Michael with confusion and concern discreetly hidden behind his stern face. He never heard Michael address him as father before. It was always dad. Not father. Being called father makes it seem like they're not close with each other. Like they're not on good terms. It irks him to hear that.
“ Michael. Just- You know I care for you, right? I do. You're my eldest son. You're precious to me and your mother. You know that right? I don't want anything to happen to you. Not my own son.”
William couldn't tell what expression Michael had on his face as he was facing downward on the road that they were standing on, ignoring the groaning drunk man that remained on the sidewalk bleeding from the nose heavily. It was just him and his eldest son.
There was only silence between the two. Michael kept his gaze stubbornly on the ground, not replying in response to William's words. William was beginning to get concerned and annoyed that his eldest son was taking so long to answer him.
“ Michael-”
“ I think we should call the police. Since there's an accident and all.”
William was disappointed with his response but he sighed deeply to himself to keep his temper in check. He doesn't want to scold his son, especially after he was close to getting hit by a car no less.
“ Alright. I'll call them but you're going to the hospital. You need to be checked on-”
“ I don't need to go. I'm fine.”
William took a deep breath and exhaled it out to respond to his stubborn son.
“ Michael, you need medical attention. I want to make sure you're okay. For my sake.”
Michael scoffed at his words, bitterness clamping down inside of him as he turned away from him to face the drunk man instead, who was now knocked out from the punch he received and the alcohol that is still lingering inside of him.
He wished it was him that was knocked out. He didn't want to deal with William's fake concern for him. Who gives him the right to act like that? To act like a bloody father. He has no right. The nerve of him. Michael can feel the twinge of pain coming from his palms. He noticed that he had his fingernails dug deep into the skin of his palms from clenching down on it. Anger still lingers inside of him after all those years. Anger that he managed to control when he got older but now… he had to manage it again. Great.
“ Whatever…”
William managed not to sigh this time as Michael was now trying to distance himself from him. He decided to give him his space and make a call to the police instead. He ended up losing his temper on the person that he was on a call with and hanged up in the end. He went back to Michael's side but was ignored again as his eldest kept his gaze on the destroyed vehicle with an intense look in his eyes. William didn't know what to think of that.
Eventually the officers arrived on the scene and William gave his statement, biased as he is with it even though Michael did his best to make the incident sound less bad when it occurred a while ago. Michael wasn't helping in William’s case to keep his temper in check when he got snappy with one of the officers as he questioned him about his relationship with his eldest son. William wanted to sock that man but held back when Michael gave him a look that was hard to ignore. Instead he just gave the offensive officer a snarky response and bid them a short farewell as he grabbed Michael by the hand and walked him away from the scene.
Michael yanked his hand out from William's hold and kept his hands inside his pants pockets which William is surprised to see him wearing, his irritation with his son's action gone when his focus was on Michael's change of outfit. Usually Michael would wear his usual shorts and tank top but this time Michael was dressed decently with his sweater and pants on. It was a strange change for the older man to see but he decided to not say anything about it. He didn't want to upset his son any more than he did now.
Michael didn't say anything when William walked their way back to their house. Michael remained silent, keeping his gaze forward. William wanted to break the silence between them as he asked him if he was in any pain but he only received clipped responses.
“ Michael, tell me what's wrong with you. You're not yourself lately. Was it what I said to you yesterday? Are you still upset-”
“ No.”
“ Michael-”
“ Enough. I don't want to discuss this. Especially with you,” Michael spat out to him angrily.
William turned around to face him, stopping him in his steps as he looked down at him with an irritated scowl on his face.
“ Michael. Tell me. Now.”
Michael glared at him instead, his silver blue eyes filled with anger and hatred for the older man. This shocked William at the emotions that he was seeing his son's eyes. Michael can feel his head throb out of nowhere as he kept his eyes on William the whole time. Afraid he'll do something to him.
“ Michael…”
William was going to lay his hand on his son's shoulder but just as he moved his hand, Michael paled in his spot and flinched away from him, eyes shut with expectation. His body began to shake slightly out of habit when he was about to get by his old man. He didn't notice that his body was about to go down in a few minutes. Instead fear controlled his body. William, disturbed by now, dropped his hand down by his side with Michael's actions.
“ Michael, did you think I was- I was going to hit you?”
Michael opened his eyes to see William look horrified with his reaction. It wasn't the usual scowl on his old man's face that he was used to seeing when he was about to get slapped. No. It was different. It was totally different. There was concern in his eyes.
“ …”
“ Michael, I would never lay a hand on you,” William hissed out to him in disbelief.
Michael can only gaze at him with cold eyes as he heard him clearly this time. His head began to throb again. His eyes were now slowly seeing black around him.
“ But you would… I know you would. That's how you have always been… father.”
William gaped at him in disbelief. Michael couldn't help himself but laugh bitterly at the expression he was wearing openly on his usual stoic face.
“ You don't care for me. You never did. Not even when mom was around.”
“ Michael, you-”
“ I really do hate you, you know-”
Michael didn't get to finish his sentence as he collapsed to the grassy ground as his eyesight gave away to the blackness that surrounded his view. Michael lay there on the ground with his eyes shut, unmoving in front of William's view. Michael didn't get to see William's rattled expression when he blacked out.
“ Michael!”
William was left with his unconscious son on the grassy ground that was their lawn. William gathered Michael in his arms with scared eyes as Michael was pale in his arms with sweat gathered all over his youthful face.
“ Not you too Michael. Not you too…”
William carefully picked Michael up and quickly made his way to his car to take Michael to the hospital. He tried to ignore Michael's final words to him before he collapsed in front of him. He had to focus on getting his son to the hospital quickly. No matter what.
“ I really do hate you, you know…”
William couldn't ignore those words even if he tried as he backed out of the driveway hurriedly and took off down the road with hands gripping on the wheel tightly. He took one last glance at Michael through the rearview mirror just in case to see if he managed to wake up but there was none of that.
Michael remained unconscious throughout the ride to the hospital.