I didn’t get any sleep that night. I was trying to connect the dots, but I just couldn’t. Why did He want me to go there? Why did I actually do it? Why did I even trust Him?
Then I remembered.

…

It was 1994. I had to go back to my father’s house to pick up some stuff. I can’t remember what it was, but it doesn’t matter. I didn’t know what I’d do if He was there.

I didn’t know what I’d do if He wasn’t

When I arrived, I immediately knew something was wrong. The purple car that was always parked in front of our house was gone. The closer I got, the more I realized that the house was abandoned. There was just no way in hell He was still living in there.
…What was this feeling? Fear? Shock? Disappointment? I couldn’t tell. There was no way I missed this man. After everything He’s done. The feeling from Freddy’s was completely gone. Right?
I stepped in the house. It was… just like it used to be. Like in 1980, before Circus Baby’s went to shit. Before Elizabeth died. But there was absolutely no doubt that it was abandoned. I was kind of relieved that I won’t have to deal with my father. That was a good thing, right?
…Right?
I started crying. I can’t describe the emotions that I felt. It was just too much. I’ve been holding back the tears for too many years. The awful feeling from Freddy’s was back. I missed Him. I missed my whole family. Looking back, was he really that bad as a father? Not really. He was an awful man in general, but he never failed that bad as a father. But I wasn’t sure if I could forgive him for what he did. I’m still not sure.
Still crying, I stood up and headed to the living room. Why didn’t anything change? Everything was just like before 1980. I don’t remember leaving it like this. Did he do that himself? Did he put Elizabeth’s doll on the couch? Did he put the Freddy plush toy on the table? I… didn’t want to think about it. How long has it been since I spoke to Him? Six years… at least. And now I probably never will again.
There was a letter on the table. It had “Michael” written on it with my father’s handwriting. Shaking, I picked it up and started reading.

…

Dear Michael,
I know that you probably won’t get this message, and even if you will, you won’t care. And I don’t blame you. You know what happened. You know what I did. I should’ve gotten some help while I still could. But I didn’t. I knew that people will find out, sooner or later. I knew that it would mean losing you, and I didn’t want to risk it. I wasn’t a good father. I know that. I don’t know why I treated you the way I did. I can’t apologize for that.
You know what happened to the children. And you know how it works. I’m going to end it all tonight. Freddy’s closed a week ago. I’m going there. It will all be over. I promise.
By the time you read this, I will probably be dead. Don’t look for me. I will get what I deserve.
Do you remember what happened to your brother? After he died? What you saw at Fredbear’s was real. It was him, but I took care of that. He’s free now. Your sister, however, is still here. Dead, but she’s here. Circus Baby’s will reopen in 1994. Go there and find her. You’ll know her when you see her. Put her back together. You can do it.
I’m sorry. For everything. I know how it must feel. To be all alone. I should’ve been better to you. I don’t know what I was thinking. I would start over if I could. But even if I did, I don’t think that I could do anything different. I’m not okay. People are probably right. I’m crazy. I didn’t think about anything. I couldn’t. I’m sorry for all the yelling. For all the times I should’ve been the father you deserve. I know that you won’t forgive me. I will never forgive myself either.
I wish that I at least tried to talk to you one last time. I’m sorry.

William