If this triggers anyone, I'm very sorry.
7:58 A.M
March 27th, 1992
The Afton Residence
Cassidy stares at the closet in his room, gripping the Golden Freddy plushie in their arms tightly. All the lights in the room were turned on, including lamps and hallway lights. Since it was past 6 am, all the nightmares were subsided for now and nothing could bother the now 10 year old.
Well, until his older brother, Micheal, woke up.
Micheal has always been a bully to young Cassidy, from the '87 incident to after Cassidy somehow survived the bite. Cassidy, secretly, feared him, if the 10 year old was being honest. Though Micheal would never know, Cassidy loved his brother with every part of him, even when he sometimes wished Micheal was dead.
Speaking on Micheal, footsteps started up in the left hallway by Cassidy's room, causing the 10 year old to be on quick alert and look over at the left hallway before realising it was probably just Micheal, causing him to slowly calm down.
You see, Micheal himself has a very, very dark past. Let me, as your narrator, explain..
10:46 A.M
January 19, 1976
Bray, Ireland
"You'll be okay, love, just breathe," Those were the first words that Micheal heard once he was brought into this world, a world that soon to be filled with torment, torture, and so much pain.
Micheal's mother, Vivian Harper-Afton, was the purest female in the world, the sweetest and kindest that anyone who walked past her mood was almost instantly lifted. Micheal's father, William Afton, was a business man. Almost always on jobs but still doing his best to make time for his wife and now that his newborn son was in the world, he'd also help with taking care of Micheal.
5:21 P.M.
July 17th, 1980
The Harper Residence
Micheal was now 4 and his parents were taking him out on a family outting, something they did frequently whenever William got his paycheck from his business.
Vivian in the passenger seat with Micheal in the back, William at the wheel, nothing seemed to be able to ruin this wonderful day. But of course, something bad always has to go bad, just when you think everything will be okay for once.
"William!" Was the last thing Micheal heard before his heart skipped a few beats and his stomach turned upside down and the Afton's car rammed into the side of a pickup truck, activating the air bags and sending Micheal crashing out of the back window and skidding across the ground outside.
1:30 A.M
July 30th, 1980
The E.R.
Four year old Micheal awoke with a jolt, looking around frantically and crying out, doctors quickly rushing into the room to hold Micheal down.
"Where's mommy and daddy?!" Micheal cries out, struggling against the doctors hold until one of then injects him with a dose of general anesthesia, causing Micheal to slowly stop struggling.
11:18 A.M
July 31st, 1980
Still the E.R
William silently paced around Micheal's hospital bed. He didn't have too many injuries, unlike his wife and son, but still have a broken left arm and a lot of brushes and scars. The child's eyes slowly opened, a faint mumbling coming from him.
"Micheal?" William asks softly, walking over to stand next to his son's bed.
"Daddy..?" Micheal whispers weakly, looking up at William and slightly tilting his head.
"Yeah.. It's Me buddy," Mr.Afton says softly, moving a chair over and sitting next to Micheal. The young male smiles weakly, crying out as he tries to move his hand to grab William's.
"Don't, let yourself heal," Micheal's dad warns quietly, gently placing his good hand on top of his son's.
9:20 A.M
January 19th, 1882
The Harper Residence
"..D-Daddy..?" Micheal, age 6 today, whimpers out, sitting in the corner of the kitchen as William has some random lady in barley anything against the counter. William doesn't answer, minus throwing an empty bottle of whiskey in his son's direction.
Micheal quickly scurried to his room afterwards, locking himself in it and falling back against the door.
This, sadly, was not a new thing. It had been going on for quite a few months now, ever since Micheal's mother died in the car crash.
It hurt him, so much.
7:24 A.M
March 4th, 1982
The E.R.
Micheal was awaken to a cold hand slapped across his face, looking around and noticing he was in a hospital's waiting room, sitting next to his dad.
"Daddy..?" Micheal mumbles, sitting up in the chair. William was sitting in the chair next to him, his arms crossed and his face blank.
"You're going to have a half sister, names Elizabeth. You'll also take full care of her, got it? You're also going to have a half brother named Chris that you'll also have to take care of," William says with no emotion in his voice, looking over at Micheal.
Micheal's mood immediately shifts to excitement and he smiles brightly.
"Really?! That's amazing!" The child chimes excitedly, smiling. William rolls his eyes, cursing under his breath.
2:26 P.M
March 4th, 1987
Fredbear's Family Diner (Colorado, U.S.A)
11 year old Micheal stares at his 5 year old brother, er, sibling, Chris, or Cassidy as 'they' prefer now.
Micheal honestly doesn't get why 'Cassidy' changed 'their' name, it just seemed a bit off and weird to him.
Anyways, back onto his plan. He looked at his friends, who all nodded. Micheal went over and picked 'Cassidy' up without warning, the 5 year old resisting against his hold and trying to get away to no avail.
"Mike please, please Mike," The 5 year old cries out as Micheal and his friends carry 'them' towards the Fredbear and Springbonnie animatronic on stage.
William Afton was performing in the Springbonnie animatronic, which wasn't surprising, while the Fredbear animatronic was just that, an animatronic.
Henry Miller, William's business partner and the owner of Fredbear's, was in the back office, watching everything through the cameras.
"Wait, Micheal!-"
8:12 A.M
March 27th, 1992
The Afton Residence
That's Micheal's story.
Well at least, a solid chunk of it.
Maybe I'll give more tommorow morning when I get some sleep..
And when Micheal isn't in the room.
Oh Mr. Benedict...
