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Hello there, my name is Michael afton, and if you are somehow able to intercept this message, I wish to die.
Don’t get me mistaken, my current priority is not for you to kill me, for I know that’s not possible. I know that better people have tried, and I know that worse people have succeeded, and yet through all of that I am still here. I truly don’t know what lets me keep coming back over and over, why its me that my fucked up fathers work keeps bringing back again and again and again and again and again and again and not Charlie or liza or henry. God knows that if I could give myself up to bring them back I would, but sadly my fathers research never seemed to go that far.
I find myself unsure of what to write at this point, so instead, I leave unto you, strange reader, my last will and testament. in life, whilst it may be somewhat… pretentious to say, my death was far from the only one I had the displeasure to have experienced. Starting in 82 with the death of my beloved sister Elizabeth, it seems that barely a year goes by without someone I love dying, whether that be my once good friends of fritz or Jeremy (who I refuse to believe is dead. That cantankerous old coot would never have the impoliteness to die before an old soul such as myself), or dearly missed family, such as Charlie and… well, suffice it to say, the list of those who I may offload my many collectible faz-masks is slimmer pickings by the day.
This does not however leave me without those who I at the very least once cared for, starting with the most sensible of the bunch, luis, for whom I dedicate the following words. Luis, when things went down and cc died, you ran, and I am sure that not a day goes by where me or any of the others didn’t wish that that was us instead. Make no mistake, you abandoned us when we needed you, but even amongst those of us who stayed, we were never together. Not after that, and I am truly sure that each and every one of us wishes we could have lived the rest of our lives divorced from freddy fazbears. If ever you are to find yourself within the confines of its halls once more, I bequeath to you my most prized security guard possessions, including the unlock code 3891,found at lot 13 of the hurricane storage facilities. Whilst I hope you live a long life far distanced from the terrors of the pizzaplexes halls, the afton name has a way of staining everyone and everything it touches, and I fear that you will not be the exception. I know what happened with you nessa and j at parasol. She needs your help. We all do.
In keeping with this pattern, to my old friend, who despite everything I still see on a near daily basis, child in tow ben rees, I leave my pitifully low savings, my few remaining shares of faz-ent, and my collection. You know the one I’m talking about. Tell her to enjoy her toys, remind her to share with her friend (the one you keep sneaking in backstage. Yes, I know that’s you, your lucky that I like kids and that you still have all that blackmail over me rees, or your job would be gone faster then my brothers…) and be happy. You did it man. Maybe one day, I’ll break protocol and tell this to your face while I’m in for routine repairs. Criminal that im not cassies favourite by the way. What have you been teaching her? A new gen bot? really ben? Have some class. In the end, I only hope that you and your daughter (who i, no offense luis, truly hope to be the ones spared from my accursed father) gain enjoyment from something once used for my brothers torment. If I, undeserving of my penance, am to continue this immortal battle until I have earned it, then perhaps through means such as this, so to can they. Treat them well but be warned, the psychic friend Fred-bear plush is in actuality, a nanny cam. Can you believe? Jeremy didn’t rat us out after all.
Speaking of mr fitzgerald, you spiteful little rat ball, just know that im onto you. I know that some way, some how, you survived that night. I don’t know how, but theres no goddamn way someone like you would die in a way so… pedestrian. Nothing less than a fistfight with my dear old dad himself would likely be able to deter you from this lovely old mortal coil, but not for the same reasons as me and my father. No, the think keeping you going, its probably not remnant, or agony, or faz-goo, or little metal wires, no. the only think keeping little humpty dumpty together at this stage is probably good old fashioned spite. Spite towards my father, my brother, Charlie, henry, me, your parents, spite at the way we treated you, spite at the way we left you, and that leaves me in one hell of a bind.
should I fan the flames, so to speak? Do I tell you the truth, that after 87 none of us cared enough about you, that your funeral was empty? do i say that it wasn’t my brother who was breaking up the group, but your insecurity, your need to be better, stronger, braver, meaner than any of the others? That no, henry didn’t actually see himself as your uncle, or Charlie your sister, or the faz-bros your friends, or me your…
Do I do all that, to keep the rage lit inside you? Burn up just that little bit more of the person you were to keep the motor running, keep you driven, keep you alive just that little bit longer so that maybe, just maybe I wont have to keep dying over and over and over again alone? sacrifice everything that you are, just so that I can keep what’s left close to me so that I do not have to grieve unaccompanied? Or do i tell you the real truth, that underneath It all, despite everything, you are loved? That despite how things ended, the smiles elicited from our friends were still genuine, that even days before his death young cc still saw you as a brother, that even now ben tells his kid about her tito Jeremy, that the girl you taught to fight back fought in your name, damn near destroying my father for good before his darkness took her whole (Don’t blame luis for that by the way. He was just doing what we were always to stubborn to do. Running away)
Should I tell you that i lied, about what I said? Or would that be too much for you. Would finally letting the floodgates open extinguish that flame inside you before I got the chance to tell you in person that i…
Well its not like its my choice to make in the first place, and its not like anyone will ever read this anyway.
But in case you do, just know that my father is not done. Ben, luis, Jeremy, he’s planning something and the people you love seem to be in the crossfires. Somethings coming, and you three need to be ready.
If anyone finds this letter, know that once the people that need to read this have read this, I still wish to die. Know that you are still not required to come find me (surely you have some clue as to where by now) know to stay well away from anything to do with a pizza loving bear and above all else remember,
This was the last will and testament of one Michael s. afton