CW: Kidnapping, Murder, Implied abusive behavior

"Michael! Michael, wake up!" Michael heard his Uncle Henry cry out.

Michael bolted awake and gasped for air, he felt the warmth from the heated blanket Henry owned wrapped around his body.

"Oh thank the heavens, you're not dead, I was so worried Will had killed you...If he had, I don't think I could have ever lived with myself for letting another child die...I've already been grieving over my dear Charlie, I...couldn't lose you too Michael," Henry breathed a long sigh of relief after his statement.

"Where's...Dad?" Michael muttered groggily, he winced as he felt something tight around his chest.

"Kid, don't call him your Dad, he's not...Anyways, he's at the station, I shot at him a second time, and he backed into a closet, I locked him inside until the cops came and took him in for questioning," 

So that's where that scumbag was.

He winced again, this time pulling up the shirt to find out what was so tight, he found a neatly wrapped layer of bandages where William had cut him.

Fresh blood was seeping through it, Michael began to sob once again, God it hurt, he wanted it to end. 

He just wanted life to let him die already and stop playing with him like a cruel cat tearing apart a mouse.

"Michael, it's okay, I know it hurts like hell, but it'll heal in due time, I can promise to you that it will get better...Come here buddy, do you need a hug?" 

Henry seemed so much more caring than William, usually William would snap at him to "Keep quiet," and that he'd "Make it worse," the "it" being the wound inflicted onto Michael's body. 

And if William did comfort him, it was usually in a cold and uncaring manner, he didn't ever want to show affection toward Michael unless it benefitted him, meaning if HE was in the mood to comfort Michael, he would, but if Michael cried while he was focused on something else, on the rare chance he did choose to be nice, he'd show no care at all.

But Henry seemed genuinely nice about it, caring and loving to Michael with no reprecussions.

So Michael let Henry wrap him in a warm and comfortable hug that didn't feel overbearing or clingy. 

At The Station

William Afton slunk into a chair, the cuffs clacked together aggressively.

"William, can you tell us about the accusations your business partner; Mr. Henry Emily, has made against you?"

Said a female officer, she had a messy ginger ponytail and tired olive eyes.

"Where's my son?" William demanded, he cared not about the accusations of his crimes, he just wanted to see his boy again.

"He's safe with Mr. Emily, William, we need you to cooperate with us on this, Mr. Emily has alledged that you kidnapped your supposed son, "Michael", is this true?"  Said the female officer, crossing her arms in an unamused, zero nonsense taking stance.

"I wouldn't say, "kidnapped", per se, more like "fostered permanently," adopted if you will," William said menacingly, he clasped his hands together as if he were amused by this whole thing.

The other officer chimed in, a man this time, he had greasy blonde hair paired with an equally greasy blond mustache and wore sunglasses even though he were indoors. 

"He told us you were planning on killing your "son" and putting him inside of the Spring Bonnie animatronic at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, of which you were stated to have helped with the creation of? Said something about how you admitted to murdering those 5 children and told him you hid them inside of the animatronic suits, William, this is a huge accusation, and to lie about this situation would be a crime in of itself, did you admit to the murders?"

"YES ALRIGHT, I confess, I killed those little brats, the animatronics needed to be more lifelike and relatable, so I took measures into my own hands, I was perfectly content preforming as Spring Bonnie, the children love me, and seeing them smile means 100% success, so I took those little troublemakers, those frosting tossing, grease smearing, uncouthe little snots to the back and offered them a prize, something special, then I simply killed all five and stuffed them into the suits,"

William sounded unfazed by his words but both officers looked disgusted by him and what he claimed to have done.

"And do you want to know a secret that poor, sad little Henry doesn't know?" William chuckled sadistically at what he was about to reveal.

"I killed his daughter too, I killed sweet little Charlotte Emily, no one saw it happen, no one knew it was me! I killed her because seeing Henry happy made me furious, I wasn't even miserable, I just could not STAND his enthusiastic, joyous behavior anymore, so I decided to take away the thing that made him happy, and watch how the tables turned, watched as that cheesy, infectious smile came right off his face! Oh how delicious that was, just perfect! The kids started to like him better, I was being shoved aside, so I made sure I could be beloved by the kids again, showered with praise, exactly how it should be, in the spotlight once more," 

William laughed like a madman, clearly he had been losing it for a long time, he smiled cruelly at everything he had said.

"The pizzeria is my lifeline, and if you take it away from me, I'll slit your throats like I did the children..." He paused, then continued once more

"Oh, the children weren't all, there was one more I got rid of, the original preformer for Fredbear, he got drunk one night and pushed me into the stage, it damaged Foxy and caused my suit to need repairs... When he was still intoxicated, I took him out to the alley to "talk", then I took a hacksaw meant for cutting metal to make replacement parts for the animatronics and I dismembered him...mmm, yes, I remember his screams, but the wind that night was so loud, I'm sure no one else could hear a thing!"

He sighed dreamily remembering what he had done to the preformer.

"Unfortunately I had to replace him with Ralph, I hate that slacker, all Ralph had to his name at this company had been recording the phone calls for the guards at the nightshift, the lazy bastard didn't do anything else, "give him a chance," Henry had told me, pah, what a joke," 

The male officer; Dale, gathered enough courage to ask another question, "W-William, if we could get back on the topic of your son?" 

William smirked at the question, "Ah yes, my dear son, Michael, how did I accquire him you wonder? Well, let me tell you the story-"

Flashback

A 5 year old Michael Schmidt was playing with his monster trucks, "Nyoom!" He giggled as he raced one over the side of the sandbox.

His parents were nearby, watching him play, nearby sat a younger William Afton, looking miserable on a bench, he'd just recently "disposed of," his wife and was left alone with a two year old and a baby, of which he'd left with Henry for the day, so they could play with Charlotte.

Michael climbed up beside William and rolled a car up the headrest of the bench, "I like monster trucks because they go vroom! My favorite is the purple one because it's shiny and pwetty," 

William smiled at the boy's enthusiasm about his truck, "Michael!" said his mother shrilly, "Don't bother that man, I'm sure he's very busy with his own things," 

"Sowwy, Mommy," Michael said softly, shuffling a sneaker in the grass.

William looked annoyed at the mother's shrill tone of voice, Mrs Schmidt took Michael by his arm, in turn making him drop his purple monster truck, "Mommy, I dropped the truck!" Michael whimpered.

"We can get you another one, baby, come on, we have to get you home and into the bath before supper, look at you, you're covered in sand!" She then motioned to her husband, "Beau, c'mon!" she hissed.

William didn't appreciate the way she hadn't considered picking up the boy's truck, he started thinking to himself.

This boy was the first thing that had given him hope for the future, the first thing that was telling him everything would be fine.

His selfish thoughts quickly began eating him up again, 'Kill them, you know you want to! Kill them!' whispered the conscience in the back of his head.

'You want to care for that boy don't you? You wish HE was your son, and not Davey, don't you? Go ahead, William, go ahead and kill them!'

William slowly started to get up from the bench as he followed, scooping up the purple monster truck as his ruse as to why he was following.

William approached them, "Hey, uh, it seems like your boy forgot his little truck back at the park," 

"Oh, thanks, hey, aren't you the man that works at Freddy Fazbear's? Little Mikey loves that place!" Mrs. Schmidt said cheerily.

"Why, yes, yes I am, I preform as Spring Bonnie, I was behind a lot of the creative process," 

Now how could he stall them long enough to get them away from the boy? 

"I know a way to get you guys a discount, on me, my business partner won't like it, but since you all have been very kind to me, I'll let it slip past him," 

The three of them dissappeared and when William came back from the clearing with all of the trees, Michael was waiting in his car seat. 

"Daddy?" Michael said softly, Michael was too young to distinguish others from his parents.

William took him out from the car seat and picked him up carefully, "Yes, I am, I am your daddy...now," he said the last part as softly as he could, but, Michael probably wouldn't understand anyways.

Michael yawned softly and nuzzled his face into William's sweater, William couldn't help but feel warm inside just knowing that this kid would see him as a father.

When they got home, William cleaned Michael up, changed his appearance and quickly put together a place for Michael to sleep in case anyone came looking for him.

Little did they both know how far everything would fall. How much pain and suffering Michael would experience at the hands of William.

In The Present

William leered at the police, "I take very good care of my boy, I just had to...readjust him a little," 

"William, we have reason to believe you have been ab*sing Michael, we have just recieved word from the paramedics that have gone out there to check up on Mr. Emily and Michael's wellbeing that Michael agreed to let them check him for signs of harm, they are conducting an inspection on the boy as we speak," 

"This is the paramedic team, we have conducted said inspection on the boy, Michael Afton, he appears to have many wounds inflicted on to him in addition to the deep gash in his chest from tonight, there also looks to be many bruises on the boy's body, as well as syringe pierces on his neck, arms, and back... The boy seems to have possibly been injected with some sort of dr*gs, there's also a burn mark on his right palm, and he seems to be a little underweight for his age," 

Dale and the female officer; Ashley, looked at each other in pure disgust and horror. 

"Oh, it's just a little medicine to keep him from falling asleep so much," William jeered cruelly.

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Michael whimpered at each touch the paramedic made, flinching each time he'd go in to touch a bruised spot.

"It's okay, it's alright, you're doing so well, pal...I just need to take a look at your eyes and check your breathing, can you let me do that? I know it can be uncomfortable letting a stranger touch you, but I'm just doing my job," 

Michael looked away for a second, as if he were scared William was still hiding here somewhere.

"Easy now, I'm just going to shine this penlight in your eyes just to make sure that you don't have a concussion or that you're not...on something, considering the pinpricks from the needles on your body," 

Michael heard the next sound the medic checking on him made, and it didn't sound good.

"Oh dear, it seems something's still in your system, bud, looks like me and crew are gonna have to take you up to the hospital to flush it out of your system,"

Michael started to cry silently, he'd never been to the hospital before, at least, he didn't remember, he didn't want to go.

"Hey, hey, it's fine, no need for the tears little guy, I know you're scared, but it's not so scary once you're there, they're gonna take care of you and get you feeling better, can you breathe in and out for me really quickly?"

Michael began to breathe in and out like he was asked, every breath felt like a sharp dagger being driven into his ribs, it hurt, it hurt so damn bad.

His breath was shaky too, the pain was basically killing him.

Oh God the headache, he wretched at it and- "That bad, huh, it's alright, we'll clean you up when we get there,"

Sh*t, he threw up on the paramedic, damn it, why, why did he have to...Why? 

The paramedic and his crew got Michael put into the ambulance, an unfamilar clear thing that looked like a mask was put on his face, he panicked and yelped.

"Shh, you're alright, it's just some anethesia to put you to sleep, you're just going to feel a little funny, and then you'll be asleep,  stay calm," 

Michael DID want to go to sleep to get rid of the migraine pulling at his brain, so he laid his head back on the gurney and let them put him out of it.

It would all be over soon right? William would rot in prison forever and he'd be free...

Oh how wrong he'd be.