William Afton was a stern man, he always told his kids what to do. And while his oldest never listened, his youngest daughter did. Elizabeth Afton was his perfect little girl, she always listened to him. He told her not to touch the stove, she didn't touch the stove. He told her to go outside and stop bothering him, guess where she was, outside having fun not bothering him. He told her to not go near the child murdering animatronic, she listened…right?
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William stared at the floor, looking at the reward for his ambitions, the corpse of his only daughter, her bright red curly hair messed up by the springs and wires of the inside of Circus baby. Her favorite pink button up blouse, covered in the blood that seeped from her injuries. Afton looked down, his hand slightly shaking as he brought his finger up to his brow. He rubbed it and muttered under his breath,
"What an inconvenience." His voice held an attempt to have nothing but annoyance, but the slightest bit of fear, sadness, and anger boiled at the bottom of his words. He tried his best to seize his shaking but was greeted by the unmistakable feeling of regret. He walked over to a table, his steps stumbling and slow. He reached the table covered in many different things; mechanical parts, tools, and a voice recorder. He clicked a button on the device and he began to speak,
"A-afton l-log…it is September 13th, 85. The…the funtimes work. They prove to be able to grab children. No proof of possession, yet…maybe she was wrong." He hesitated in saying the word 'she' almost like he was uncertain what to call the person who had put the idea in his head about murdering children.
"I was not wrong," Came the voice of a woman from the room across the hall. The voice was caring, holding the tone of motherly love in it. "Possession is a delicate thing, it can only happen under certain circumstances." She continued.
William looked over at the giant machine that had glowing panels and inscribed on the side, F10 N4. He smiled softly at the reminder that maybe he hadn't lost his daughter, maybe she was still around, just in a different form. He walked over to Circus baby, his steps fast, fueled by hope. Something so rare in his life. He stopped in front of the animatronic, he reached out his hand to its cheeks but dared not to touch them.
"Elizabeth?" He questioned
"..." No response came from her, her emerald green eyes unmoving…wait emerald green, wasn't it blue before
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*ELIZABETH AFTON POV*
It hurts, everything hurts. I don't remember why it hurts, why did it hurt? What was it that hurt again?
"Elizabeth?" That voice, I know that voice…Daddy. He's calling me, but why does he sound so sad? Why would he be sad? I am here. I am still here.
I tried to speak but something stopped me, it didn't seem as easy as it once was, but I knew I could still talk. It was just difficult to get the words together. Like I knew the words but didn't have the ability to say them.
So I did the only thing I could, I went to give my father a hug. My arms felt heavier than before, but it didn't matter. I stretched my arms toward him and slowly wrapped them around him. My motions felt less fluid than before, I felt more like something I would see in Daddy's workshop. But that wouldn't make any sense.
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The cold metallic hands of Circus baby wrapped themselves around Afton's body. His body jerked, he looked up at the animatronic that held elements of his daughter, her red hair, her cheery demeanor, and her eyes that were now an emerald green.
"Elizabeth?" His voice shook, in joy at his daughter's return.
"Hello," Was all she said, though her eyes seemed to have more to say.
"It worked." He looked up at her excitedly, his tone held a tinge of relief and expectancy. "The path to eternal life it's real" He continued as he wormed his way out of her grasp. He ran over to his table and pressed the record button on his machine.
"It worked, Elizabeth has possessed Circus baby, my baby came back to me." Any sign of regret he held before had vanished. After all, what would he have to regret? He had given his daughter eternal life, in a way. Sure the occasional tune up would be necessary but he had done it, the key to eternal life. Now he just had to find out how to replicate it.