Michael Afton's P.O.V

"Yeah... "

"I shouldn't expect much enthusiasm from you these days, though showing some gratitude for being able to see Elizabeth would be nice," said my father. "Not like she knows I'm here," I responded in the same low tone as before. "We both know we can't make your 'supposed death' false and replace your existence. It was a hassle just trying to make that artificial skin to hide your identity and find you a suitable position for the day," he responded. My father took a quick glance at his watch, as he looked back up at me with his usual smile that I could just remember by just visualizing it in my head. 

"The time is almost near."

He walked on over to his chair and desk, as he grabbed his jacket he placed there from earlier and put it on. "I do hope Elizabeth won't mind you being at her birthday this year... Or your mother... Though the present I made for her will do nicely by making her happy, especially since I made it myself after our new animatronic for this place," said my father. "You should be glad I took inspiration from your prototype for Circus Baby, without you I doubt I could make something as great as Fredbear or Springbonnie." "How do you know you won't actually use this opportunity to take another life of the innocence?" I asked. "Now son I gave you my word, didn't I? Can't we just relax for one day? Besides, we'll be back on schedule after this. I know your desire to steal happiness, and you'll be feeding off it soon enough," he responded. "Now. How about I show you to your station? We wouldn't want to keep your sister waiting, would we?" He walked on over to the door as I followed behind him and out into the hallway of another hell masked in dreams. The first thing I was hit with was the sound of children and the music blaring from the sound-speakers above the stage, as well as noticing the children and parents in the main room from where I was at. I was surprised so many people had decided to show up for the opening for this place, even if some of those children and parents were Elizabeth's friends and their parents. No doubt she was enjoying her eighth birthday to the point where she could determine if this was the best birthday yet. "C'mon. You'll get your chance to see her possibly," said my father, which regained my attention towards him. We both made our way to the office as we entered inside now, while I took a moment to observe the office. Immediately I noticed a large button on the side entrance, along with it on the separate entrance across this room. It was an odd design for this room and its entirety, which only meant it was intentional for my father own personal needs; whatever they were. Even if I was now intertwined with his plans, I wasn't closer to discovering where this was all leading up to or the purpose of it. "Oh Don decided to leave his mess here, of course," sighed my father while picking up the piece of papers on the desk that held several TV's, as he tossed the papers back on the desk near the pile he had. "I'll have to chat with him about his mess when he's at work tomorrow. Now, for your task." He grabbed something rectangular off the desk to the side, as he held it up while presenting it like a picture. "This right here is how you'll be able to view and control all the cameras, a monitor. The device is still in testing and is in need of additional production, though you'll be the first actual person, besides me of course, to test it out," he explained as I stared at it. "It would be a disappointment if you broke it after all that hard work and effort all resulting in a unique creation, though not like I'll be selling my creation in the future or ever. A shame the world is so far behind on adapting and creating revolutionary things like I've had, only I was gifted with this knowledge long before they can ever obtain it." "So all I have to do is manage the cameras until the party is done. Why can't you have someone else do it?" I responded. "Do you not want to see Elizabeth again? For all you know it could be your last time you see her," he responded as his expression changed slightly from my response, almost seeming a little surprised. "What do you mean by that?" I asked concerned by his choice of words, like he was trying to convey something involving Elizabeth. "Have you forgotten your current life and being prohibited from seeing anyone; I only let you be in the public eye this once out of the compassion for letting you see Elizabeth this one time, possibly your last time seeing her. It was a struggle to forge a fake name, license, identity, birth certificate, everything to make the world believe Michael Afton is dead. While you'll eventually be able to live and work the way people should, your limitations from interacting with others and your sister will be apart of your life forever. Unless you wish to resist my command and risk your life," he elaborated as he walked up to me now as he stopped inches in front of me. "You wouldn't do such a thing, would you?" I stared at him with such a temptation to punch him right in his face, just to make things easier by the way he was taunting me. Being his slave or minion had taken its toll on me the day I was succumbed to this him, and things would never be the same once this was over. Killing that little girl scarred my morality and the person I made myself to be, only for it to change into something else. Even I haven't seen the full capability or form I could be as the days went by. A feeling emerged when I slaughtered that poor soul; a small scent of satisfaction, like I took pride from killing someone for the first time. I felt disgusted after and couldn't see myself the same way, it felt like I was a psychopath myself. Yet at the time I didn't care I had become the every kind of people that mankind thrived to eliminate from this world, or at the very least produce the creation of people like us. All this would be enough to just end it all while I had to be the one bear the burden of knowing mom was gone and having to kill children for my father's twisted entertainment. It was a thought always in mind, left to be an option as at times it would be a consideration. But I couldn't do it. The pain I felt each day is nothing you could imagine without experiencing it yourself, but I knew taking my life just to escape this purgatory would be the cowards way out. I always assured myself of that thought throughout my life, and something like this would be no exception. One of these days when I would be rescued or saved, if ever, I would have my father serve justice for what he has done.

"No. I wouldn't."

"Hmm. Good, killing you would only complicate my plans and I rather not take the time to bury you," responded my dad towards my lie which he didn't see through, as he walked on over to the right side. "I'll be joining your sister: I do hope you don't leave the office or interfere in any way, especially on her birthday. I'll head back when I drop off Elizabeth back at my house. Take care." My father let out his wicked smile as a parting gift before finally walking out of the room, leaving me alone once again, only this time with something to do instead of waiting to perform his desires. Yet his power was felt watching over me, ensuring I wouldn't disobey his orders. 

And the only comfort I had was being able to see Elizabeth, regardless if fate would decide whether I would see her again or not. 

At least I was gifted something out of all this so far.

Every movement she enacted, spoke in joy, and expression her face formed was observed carefully. It would sound creepy or even something a stalker would do, but I just needed to be able to remember her face and the way she was if I were to be separated from her forever. 

She was the only family I had left. 

I still could picture out how mom was and describe her personality perfectly: Beautiful, always cared for me and Elizabeth, and had a unique mindset; she was unlike any other mother I knew. My father would always go on the same story about how they met over-and-over like a daily chore, almost like it was an obligation to remind us. Or perhaps how much she meant to him, though that sense of thinking has changed now that she is gone. If she was really something to his life than she would still be here, but just thinking about that provided flaws in how my father treated her. I never sensed any hint of aggression or unwarranted feelings from father to be directed at my mother, and while they did had arguments pertaining to certain topics about his job it still couldn't directly spark my mother's demise. 

There was something more to her death than what I was lead to believe.

My focus was reinstated from all the children leaving the party room where Elizabeth's birthday was taking place: She and the animatronic, Circus Baby, were the only one's left in the room. I had gotten a feel for the animatronic before this, as my dad took the pleasure of exemplifying and bragging about his unheard genius and thinking for making creations beyond anything we could even begin to understand. 

This animatronic definitely qualified for something he would personally oversee and form.  

Not all the credit was his, as I did make earlier designs and sketches for this animatronic along with a couple others I'm sure he would create as well in the future. This animatronic being based on a human, rather than animals, was a unique change with the basic format, though at least robot animals seemed less creepy and tolerable. Just thinking it was based off a baby, whence its name, caused some disturbance with how I viewed it, and more so that the idea was mine. It was obvious, knowing my father, that he had probably programmed the animatronic to kill since he had already done the same with Fredbear and Springbonnie. The second Freddy Fazbear's was to open soon as well, meaning others would suffer from my hands and at the command of my father; that's all these pizzeria's were designed for.

It wouldn't be long until this location would be shut down for whatever incident to occur.

On the cam that was focused on the room with the animatronic and Elizabeth, I noticed how she was directly in front of it as her claw extended out while holding freshly made ice cream. Her feature she had, which allowed her to make ice cream from components stored in her was truly brilliant in how it functioned and was used, though that was all you would expect and be given as a result with my dad. All of sudden, the claw holding the ice cream released as it fell and splattered on the floor with the cone breaking between the animatronic and Elizabeth, and she seemed to have the same amount of confusion by looking down at the ice cream on the floor. This was odd for it to happened; it could've just been a bug with the programming but my father never made a mistake with his creations when they were finished and would seem uncharacteristic of him if he missed something. 

The only thing that action showed was how the ice cream on the floor was only a small part of the bigger mess.

In just one moment to another the claw from the animatronic extended in Elizabeth's stomach, as she screamed in pain and from the blood seeping from the giant wound onto the floor. My eyes widened as I stood up from my seat, being limited with nothing but the torture of watching the family thinning once more. The claw retracted back in the animatronic, as Elizabeth fell onto the floor and the pool of blood while gasping for the withering life she had left. I felt tears starting to stream down my cheeks as I looked down in agony, almost just wishing this wasn't real. I had prayed my sister would be unharmed from everything involving me and the franchise and that she would have no part in this, but it felt like god had ignored my request or it was out of his hands at that point. 

Her fate was already decided long ago by my father.

Some of the parents of Elizabeth's friends had noticed the scenario now and the commotion was just starting as I could hear their mourning and shock from just inside the office, as I could barely just see their children from looking back up at the cameras now, all standing in the main room; dazed and confused on what was happening. Once again my father had decided to take the life away of the innocent, only this time it was someone that meant a lot of value to me. To him she was another victim, only she was easier to pray on. All it could take was one day to ruin everything someone had lived and thrived to be, only for a day like this to leave there journey unfinished.

My father had made that one day into fruition.

I was now certain he had no regard for any life or anyone but himself, all for whatever twisted reason which didn't matter to me anymore. It was at the point where I wasn't sure if just the police would be able to stop my father, but I would swear myself that I would at least attempt to stop my father from continuing these heinous acts if there was ever the opportunity or if I escape from his control. If I were to share the same fate as Elizabeth and mom or be incapable of pursuing my father, than I would gladly pass on that task to someone else or at hope for them to finish what I started.

Either way, one day my dad's power would diminish and the lives he had taken, including my mom and sister, would be at ease knowing his presence was silenced forever.

That day was one of the few things keeping me stable at this point, though it couldn't hide the scars in my heart from all that I had lost.

I had lost my family, and the only things I had left to lose was my hope and myself; one of them was already reforming into the same poison inflicted upon me.