You Will Always be Mine

by Chocorosiee

Summary:

(Set approximately ten years before the events of the FNAF 1 movie)

It's been three years since Michael had been expunged from the Afton Family. Three years since he's been declared the unlovable child by his very own father. Yet, when news travels to him of five children going missing at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, he knows it is time for him to return. This time, though, he only has one goal in mind: stop his father and destroy the Afton family. And he's not going to let anything stop him anymore.

However, a lot can change in three years. Michael's sister Vanessa is no longer the naive child she once was. Closed off to the world and struggling under the shadow of her father, Vanessa's become the one person William can trust. The one person that can bring down Freddy's and all of the horrible secrets within it. Michael may need Vanessa to betray their father, but there's more to Michael than what Vanessa realizes. As she gets dangerously close to Michael's secrets, Michael must grapple with the possibility of losing his sister's trust, forever. And William will do anything to ensure that this happens.

They thought they could stop William. Oh, how wrong they were.

Notes:

Basically, my take on how Michael Afton became a fanatic of his father, whereas Vanessa grew up to be a reluctant follower in the movie timeline while I endlessly cope with the ending of the FNAF 2 movie and waiting for the third movie.

Also, some parts of this work are not canon-compliant to the games, but like also lowkey neither are the movies, so we're just going to ball at this point.

Chapter 1: Prologue

The rigged shards of glass cut through the skin of her hands as Vanessa fell on the floor. Cool blood trickled out through the thin gashes, covering the floor in a dark crimson. Wherever Vanessa placed her hand, a dark red print was left behind, marking where she had been. The cuts burned, yet Vanessa nearly couldn’t feel them. Overpowering the pain in her hands was a searing hot pain on her left forearm. She didn’t need to look to know that she was bleeding. And quite badly, at that. The red hot blood stuck to her sweater and ran down her arm, making the blood from her hand and arm indistinguishable.

Choking down a sob, Vanessa took a shaky breath, before screaming as loud as she could. He had hurt her. He had hurt her with no remorse and left her to die. The one person she trusted more than anyone else. The one person who she could confide her secrets in. The one person who was able to bring light into her dark, lonely world. It had all been fake. This was what he wanted all along, after all. Vanessa had never been more than a tool to him. Something he could use as he saw fit and throw away the moment her usefulness ran out. Unfortunately for her, her usefulness had finally run its course.

Gasping for air, Vanessa slowly stood back up. The shards of glass were now stained red from the blood, which collected in puddles on the dark linoleum floor. Her legs began to shake violently as Vanessa slowly put her weight back on them, though whether this was from adrenaline, fear, a loss of blood, or some combination of all of these three things was unclear. She ripped off her pink sweater, already partially drenched in blood, and examined her arm under the dingy lighting. A large gash ran from her elbow down her arm, almost to her wrist. Though where exactly the cut was drawn remained unclear. Blood oozed out of the wound, covering her entire arm in the sticky, red fluid.

“None of this had to happen the way it did,” a deep voice reminded her. “You made this choice.”

Vanessa turned around to be met with the sight of a tall, slender man. His hair hung in a greasy center part, and his lips had twisted themselves into a smirk. There was something maniacal behind his eyes, though what it was exactly, Vanessa could not place. She held her arm up to her chest, straddling it with the arm that had yet to be cut. Just the sight of the man was enough to make the taste of bile crawl up Vanessa’s throat. How could someone she once held so dearly become the monster in front of her today? How could her loving brother become no better than the father they swore to destroy?

“You’re a monster, Michael!” Vanessa cried. She could feel her red, hot anger coursing through her veins. The searing pain in her arm meant little to her anymore. “Stay away from me!”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Vanessa,” Michael said, grabbing Vanessa’s wrist on her uninjured arm. “But I love you, and I need to do what’s best for you.” He held his free hand up to the dingy light in the room. A silver knife glimmered in his hand. The blade was already covered in a dark crimson.

“Please, Michael, don’t do this! This isn’t what you wanted,” Vanessa begged, trying to wring her arm from underneath his grip. His hand remained firm, trapping her underneath his grip. She had nowhere to run to anymore. Nowhere to hide.

“You have no idea what I want,” Michael yelled, releasing Vanessa’s arm and grabbing her by the collar of her shirt. He pulled her towards him. Vanessa grimaced at the sight of Michael’s face. “You are his. You are an Afton, Vanessa. You have a purpose!”

Vanessa shook her head slightly. “You sound exactly like him right now.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

Michael’s face slowly contorted into a smile. A weak laugh escaped his lips. “You’re right, Nessie. His legacy rests on us, after all. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be free.”

As he spoke, Michael once again raised his knife. Vanessa hardly had time to register what was occurring before she saw a glint of the knife in the light as it swung down. A blood-curdling scream left her lips as the knife came into contact with skin, cutting through flesh and blood. Vanessa crumbled to her knees, choking back tears. Looking up, her and Michael locked eyes. The person in front of her may have looked exactly like the brother she loved, but that Michael was long dead. Peering into his eyes, all that Vanessa could see was a deep darkness. Her brother was gone.