I don’t know how I felt about this. My father… it just didn’t seem right. I couldn’t imagine him writing this, but still. It was definitely his letter. Did he really feel that way about it? I don’t know. One thing, however, was true. He was crazy. I remember… one moment he was playing with Elizabeth, the next moment he stood up and went into his workshop, where we heard loud banging, sometimes even screaming. He killed the children. He designed the animatronics. The springlock suits were his idea.
I stood up and walked away. I needed some time to think it through.
…
I went upstairs, where our rooms used to be. Not bothering to check mine, which I knew was empty, I headed straight to Elizabeth’s. After she was gone, no one touched anything in her room. It was just like she left it that day. Her toys still on the floor, her closet still open. The only thing that was missing was her Circus Baby doll that she took with her. It’s probably gone now.
My brother’s room didn’t change either. His plush toys in the corner, the large closet opened. I used to hide my Foxy mask there, to scare him… never mind. His yellow bear plush was still on his bed. How? He took it with him to Fredbear’s, like always. I guess William put it back there. I picked it up and its weight surprised me. Of course it was heavy; it was a robot that William made just for him, back when he couldn’t sleep alone.
…
William Afton, my father, the owner of Freddy’s and the other restaurants, however people call him. I remember him vividly. He was a tall guy, his messy dark hair always in a ponytail. He always wore at least something purple. People used to tell me that I look just like him, but I didn’t want to believe them. Now I realized that they were right. I was just a little shorter, but I still looked like a younger version of him. I couldn’t change it. No matter how much I cut my hair, no matter how I dressed. I was still Michael Afton, son of a serial killer.
why was it me
I stood up and walked away. I needed some time to think it through.
…
I went upstairs, where our rooms used to be. Not bothering to check mine, which I knew was empty, I headed straight to Elizabeth’s. After she was gone, no one touched anything in her room. It was just like she left it that day. Her toys still on the floor, her closet still open. The only thing that was missing was her Circus Baby doll that she took with her. It’s probably gone now.
My brother’s room didn’t change either. His plush toys in the corner, the large closet opened. I used to hide my Foxy mask there, to scare him… never mind. His yellow bear plush was still on his bed. How? He took it with him to Fredbear’s, like always. I guess William put it back there. I picked it up and its weight surprised me. Of course it was heavy; it was a robot that William made just for him, back when he couldn’t sleep alone.
…
William Afton, my father, the owner of Freddy’s and the other restaurants, however people call him. I remember him vividly. He was a tall guy, his messy dark hair always in a ponytail. He always wore at least something purple. People used to tell me that I look just like him, but I didn’t want to believe them. Now I realized that they were right. I was just a little shorter, but I still looked like a younger version of him. I couldn’t change it. No matter how much I cut my hair, no matter how I dressed. I was still Michael Afton, son of a serial killer.
why was it me
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Tak dobesedn OBOŽUJEM to zgodbo!!! KOMAJ ČAKAM NOV DELLL!!!!:heart_eyes::heart_eyes::heart_eyes:
Lp, Bad girl:snowflake::yin_yang::heart:
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Torej mam problem s staršema. Torej zame bi vsi rekl da sm ful srecna v zviljenu da mam ful fajne starse in da smo taka vesela družina. Ampak temu ni čist tko. Sj ne rečem kdaj se mamo res res fajn in takrt sm zlo srečna kdaj pa je vse slabo da mi gre cel dan na jok in zvečer se zjokam v pojstli. Torej mami včasih pije. Ima obdobje ko ne in takrat je super. Zdaj pa je spet obdobje ko skriva pijačo po sstanovanju in jaz sm že dost stara da vem kdaj je kaj pila ker se ji vidi po obnašanju. Sj ni grozno pijana mi pa to čisto nič ni všeč. Tud za očijem se vse večkrat kregata. Zdj je oči že 3 dni čist hladen in žalosten. Oba hočta to pred mano mal skrit ampak jima gre očitno bl slabo. Zdj je pa še oči najdu nek vin nekje skrit in je katastrofa. Prov otročja sta že. Recimo mami zameri in gre v sobo in ati skuha kosil in ona pol tega ne je in mi gre nasleden dan govort dda kaj zj on misl da je k je skuhal ta kosil. Pol mi zvecer ati rece bom naredu neki drudzga da ne bo presimpl da nav problemov in ja. In pač najbl slabo je to da je v hiši tok slb vibe da mi gre cel čs na jok. Vedno k se pogovarjata mi srce nabija da bo en znoru. Vem da se tud od drugih starši kregajo ampak vsi k jih js pozanm majo vsaj enga brata al pa sestro in to je pol mal lažje. Js sm pa edinka. PA še mami ma neke zdravstven težave in me je strah da ni kj narobe. Kaj nj ?? A nej se vmešam all nj rajš vse pustim prmir? A se še komu kj takega dgaja?
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