Chapter Text
7 Years ago.
When Michael was a kid, he wanted to be an only child; the only one who would ever have his parents attention.
“Daddy,” He grabs the pants, yanking them down. “ daddy, daddy, daddy.”
” Michael, please.” His daddy never listened to him. Michael looks up, the animatronic looks down, it’s misshapen stitches, it’s brown stained fur pattern. “I know you want attention but I’m busy.”
“But daddy, I’m hungry.” Michael whines. “I wanna have pizza and, and and burger. And ice cream.”
William Afton looks down at his son, so demanding he was. Why did Clara even want children like him and why did she want to cater to selfish, self obsessed children who were fragile fucking snowflakes undeserving of his time and genius?
”I wanna eat.”Michael tantrums grew.
”What do you want for me to do then Michael?” William bitterly asks, “ I CaN’T just leave this work. Why can’t you stop being selfish and just eat the toast, mummy left you?”
“ I don’t wanna eat, it was cold a-“
William rubs his head. He goes suspiciously quiet.Afton's world blurred and twisted, anger red, “ You are such a fucking BRAT. ALWAYS wanting to be served ALWAYs…”
Michael’s eyes water, he retreats, hugging himself. Michael made himself smaller as possible, daddy never acted this way.
“Can’t you for once see I’M BUSY. So please forgive me, if I can’t serve you. “
William grabs Michael’s face.” Y’know what y’are, a fucking parasite. You want pizza, well we can’t afford it” Cracking voice, shouting. “ Why are you crying? Hmmm? Why don’t you stop it!” He slams Michael to the wall, his hands gripped him roughly, squeezing.
Michael scurries away, “ I am not hungry,” his eyes are burning, “ I am good,” Like a rodent, William thought as he watched Michael squirms, he releases Michael. His son squeezes in the narrow frame, struggling to open the door.
Oh how William wanted to squeeze Michael’s throat, he was the reason that he had to carry on a legacy. Clara had wanted a child so much, she had gone through a procedure, a fucking expensive one to just get an untalented brat and then Clara kept talking to revive her grandfather’s legacy.
“Oh William, won’t our son love it here, our precious baby boy would just have a great time, playing with other kids.” Clara kissed him, “ And pa would love it. The old gang all together.”
William’s restaurant will be his, not that old wretched lump sucking pensioner and his bitch of a wife, no one will remember their dusty antics especially with new characters and new paint, this was his legacy not theirs. But now he was drowning in debt and Clara the only he had ever tolerated, buried her head in shame, crying as she explained that they were to have more kids. William needed to go to college, he needed funds, he didn’t want to deal with Clara’s pregnancy or his annoying parasite, his son. The only good thing about Michael was that he looked like him, he knew Clara was loyal that way, that she for once listened to him.
Upstairs, Michael hugs his little yellow bear. ‘Daddy never meant it. I’m a g-goo’ Michael chokes. He eyes watering, sniffing as he is surrounded by his toys.His toys hugged him, the cotton wet and musty, fabric torn. Michael’s friends forever, nothing would ever change that.