Chương 1: 1992 the Birth of the Dark Sun
Norman was not having a particularly great day, which might seem strange to most people, since it's his birthday today. He should be celebrating with his family and friends, but he's not really in the mood to do any of that. It's also not helpful that his brother keeps pranking and scaring him whenever he has a chance. He wasn't too thrilled about putting up with it today especially, but it seems like he doesn't have another option.
"Well, whatever. At least I finally have a good reason to meet Henry and Charlie. I know they didn't take the news about Elizabeth particularly well. Especially Charlie, since she was the best friend of both of us. We were practically inseparable..."
~Sigh
"I wonder where you are as well, Lizzie. I know that it's just a dream for me, but I hope that we will meet again someday, or at least I hope you are safe wherever you might be. I'm sure Mike misses you just as much as I do, and Father... well, he's him, so you can imagine how he took the news."
Not long after he stopped reminiscing about the past, he heard a voice behind him. "So, are you ready for your big day, kiddo?" He saw his father's disheveled and sleep-deprived appearance for the first time in days. His father always locked himself in his study to tinker with something and barely came out.
"Are you okay, Dad? You seem tired. We can put this party off for another day if you aren't feeling well." Norman just ignored the question and started looking over his father in worry.
His father put on a clearly fake smile and answered, "Don't bother with me, I'm fine. I just had trouble sleeping. The new animatronic designs and the countless business documents are driving me crazy. Now, do you know where your brother might be?"
Norman didn't buy his explanation for a second, but he understood that since his father brushed it off, he didn't want to talk about it. So, he just took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders before he started to explain: "I have no clue. When I woke up, he was already fully dressed. When I wanted to talk to him, he just brushed me off. The only thing he told me was that he would meet with his friends and to stop pestering him."
The atmosphere gained a weird tension radiating from his dad after Norman finished his explanation. "~Sigh Goddammit, Michael... always has to make everything more difficult than it needs to be. No matter, we're already late. We can't wait for him to come back. I'll just write a note for him to meet us at Fazbear's later when he's done. While I do that, could you please get the car keys from the garage?" Norman could see that his father was really angry and tense, so he didn't hesitate for a moment and took off towards the garage.
It honestly creeped him out, since it was more of a secondary workshop where his father worked on fixing up the broken-down endoskeletons. He never stepped in here unless his dad was with him. He didn't like any of the animatronics; they were unnerving and scary to him. He never understood the hype around them or why the other children liked them so much. He only liked the original two: Bonbunny and Fredbear, or as Mike liked to call them, Spring Bonnie and Golden Freddy, much to his father's annoyance.
Norman had almost reached the key holder when suddenly he heard a shuffling noise behind him. When he looked back, he screamed at the top of his lungs in fright. Behind him, one of the endos had turned on and gone into default calibration mode. It started looking for the nearest technician for command inputs, but it only found him, so it headed his way. The big problem was not only that it would scare the shit out of most people, especially a child, just by itself, but also the fact that it was currently missing its lower half and was crawling with weird sounds. This didn't help to alleviate the situation one bit.
Right after the scream, his dad burst through the door and yelled, "Norman! Where are you?! What happened?! Are you okay?!" It was then that he saw, on the other side of the garage, the currently sobbing and terrified Norman, being approached by something weird. He didn't waste any more time and jumped over the workbenches to protect his son from the threat he still couldn't see clearly.
Only after he arrived near his son did he realize what had happened. His worried expression quickly turned to one of absolute fury. He picked one of the large wrenches from the table and smashed the robot's head in. After it stopped moving, he turned back to his crying son and picked him up.
"It's okay, kiddo. Your daddy is here. You don't have to fear anything. I will always protect you. That's a promise I'm not willing to break, so stop the waterfalls or we won't be able to go to the party and you can't get the cool gifts we prepared for you." After a little while, Norman finally looked around and saw the destroyed machine. He could only muster a quiet "thank you" to his father before he fell back, clutching his heart in pain.
His dad picked him up in worry to check if he was all right: "Hey kid, talk to me! What's wrong? Do we need to go to the hospital?! W-we can cancel the party if you're not feeling well!" After a bit, Norman managed to pull himself together. He just shook off his father's worries and got out of his grasp shortly after.
Norman quickly clarified to calm his overbearing father down: "No-no, I'm alright. We can go now. I know how much you and Uncle Henry prepared and stressed over this party. And while it might seem selfish, I don't want to spend one of the last days of summer, especially my birthday, in a hospital doing check-ups."
While he was still not convinced, his father couldn't do anything about it since he wanted to make his son happy. "Well, if you say so. Then let's go. The party won't wait for us much longer. I'm sure you'll start feeling better during the car ride."
Without wasting another second, the two of them picked up the keys for the car, went around the destroyed machine, and made their way toward the family car. The journey itself was quiet but really calming for Norman. He watched as people went on their way to work or to have fun, one of the last times before summer ended and school started once again.
To pass the time and take his mind off the incident in the garage, he decided to ask his dad some questions: "So, Dad, can I ask you something?" William was a bit puzzled at first but simply nodded without making a big fuss about it.
"Well, you said that you would tell me more about our family when I got older. Last week, I was talking with a couple of kids in the playground. During our talk, it slowly shifted towards our grandparents and what we like about them. That was when it hit me—I don't know any of them, and you never talk about them."
His dad took a deep breath and spoke up after what felt like an eternity: "It's not my favorite subject to speak about, but since I did promise to tell you more about our family, I'll make an exception this time. Clara's family never liked me; they said I was a freak. So, as time passed, we started seeing them less and less. When your mother d-died, I lost all contact with them. You and Elizabeth were really small, so you most likely don't remember them. Hell, even I'm starting to forget them. The last time I saw them was during the funeral."
~Sigh
"My parents are no longer with us. They died a long time ago. They had some bad people after them, so they sent me away to hide. The last message I got from them was a simple reassurance and an apology about not being able to raise me. It's one of the reasons I'm so protective of you—I don't want to lose anyone ever again."
To lighten the mood a bit, Norman asked about simpler, happier things: "So, what were they like? What were their names? Do we have any other relatives outside of them?" His father's forced smile softened as his face took on a nostalgic look. He began reminiscing about memories he had kept locked away for so long.
"My father was called Ignatius Prewett, and my mother was Lucretia Prewett, formerly Black. They had really twisted and convoluted names, didn't they?" Norman just nodded. "Well, they both came from prestigious families with a long history. Basically, they were nobles of the highest rank. Even then, they were just happy to be with each other. They never really cared about wealth or power; they were always kind and accepting. This was their downfall in the end. In this world, if you're not powerful enough, you can lose everything."
Norman blinked, confused for a moment before something hit him: "Wait, our family name isn't Afton?" William chuckled a bit, then replied cheekily: "Of course our name is Afton. I took your mother's last name; it was another layer to keep ourselves hidden and safe."
"As for our extended family, I really don't have any idea. I knew personally three cousins from my dad's side of the family, but I haven't heard from them in over 20 years. My mom's side of the family is mostly on the side of the bad man, so I don't want anything to do with them."
After that, Norman fell asleep in the car due to the piled-up emotional impact of the morning and the revealed information. When he opened his eyes sometime later, his dad was already pulling into the parking lot of the pizzeria. "Oh, so you're awake, kiddo. I didn't want to bother you since it seemed like you needed it." His father gave him a more genuine smile after he stopped the car's engine.
"Now let's get going. I can already guess that Henry is pacing up and down in concern." Just as he said, as soon as they stepped into the restaurant, they saw a concerned Henry muttering against a wall in worry, while his daughter was just looking at him with concern. That was until a sharp whistle came from William, alerting the two of them.
"Thank God you're finally here! What happened? Where's Michael? Why are you so disheveled? Are you sleeping enough, William?" Henry quickly rushed over and started rapid-firing questions at William.
"Easy there, Henry. What are you, my mother? Stop acting like a mother hen and man up a little, okay? To answer your questions, I need to bring up a critical problem with the current endo design. One of them this morning scared the lights out of Norman when it went into standby mode. I told you it was unnecessary and more harmful than useful." Henry was visibly nervous, but he didn't back down one bit.
"I already told you, it's a necessary first step to make this place safer and more secure for the children. There are already over 20 missing kids, and just last month, Elizabe—" William snapped at him the moment he tried to bring up Elizabeth. "Shut it! Don't you dare bring her into this! You don't know how I feel, so don't even try to make a comparison between her and Charlie."
This time, it was Henry who became pissed: "Oh, and why shouldn't I love her with all my heart? I want to keep her safe, so I don't have to go through what you have. And another thing—what is this I hear about the re-opening of Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental? I thought you shelved that location's idea when she went missing near there. You said it made you uncomfortable, so what's the big idea, huh?"
"Why are you trying to change the subject when it has nothing to do with it? But if you're curious, I'm reopening that place to beta test and store experimental animatronics and more easily reproducible merchandise. You still remember the contract 'they' offered us, right? We're in a situation where we need to expand to stay ahead. But to expand, we need more money and permissions from the state."
"For fuck's sake, you still won't let that go! This is exactly why I said..."
While the two adults were arguing, Charlie led Norman away from the area and into the heart of the establishment. It was mostly empty, likely because the birthday boy hadn't shown up on time. Even then, there was a big pile of presents on one of the dining tables. The remaining staff was putting away the remains of the pizza and large chocolate cake that had been devoured by the guests earlier.
When they noticed the new arrivals, they awkwardly greeted them and shuffled away to go home since the day had basically been reserved just for Norman. Charlie gave him a sympathetic look before starting a conversation.
"I'm really sorry. I asked the other kids to wait for you, but they didn't listen to me. They left not too long ago after they dropped off their good wishes and presents." She was practically radiating nervousness, most likely anxious about how her friend would react.
He gave her a weak but sad smile that almost broke her heart. "Don't worry, I'm okay. I won't say I'm not disappointed, but it's not like I didn't know that I don't have any real friends. It was always just the two of our families, nothing more, nothing less. I'm just happy I got to see you. I know Lizzie's disappearance was crushing for you too. Just know that even if we weren't the two closest members of our families, you can talk to me. I can understand how you feel right now. Elizabeth would want us to move on and be happy. She was kind like that."
Norman didn't expect Charlie to crash into his chest and start sobbing. "Thank you so much. I was so lonely. Father is always working, and I don't have any friends at school other than Lizzie." He put a hand on her head and started calming her down like his father used to do when he suffered nightmares after Elizabeth went missing.
"~Shhh It'll be alright. Let's just open the presents and talk about what's going on with us, okay?" He only received a light nod from her, but her sobs quieted down quite a bit. He picked her up and gave her a piggyback ride toward the gift table. Even though he was pretty weak and scrawny, he had plenty of experience giving piggyback rides thanks to his little sister. So Charlie, who was around her age and thus a few years younger than him, wasn't too much for him to handle. He'd never admit it, though, that his arms were starting to burn by the end of the short ride.
"Now Charlie, we have quite a few gifts here. Want to open them with me? If you like something, you can even take it. I am pretty sure the car doesn't have enough space to take all this home, nor does my room to be honest." She just shook her head. "No, I couldn't do that. These gifts were given specifically to you. I couldn't take something away from someone if it was theirs. I don't like the idea of taking away something from someone."
Norman just shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, I just proposed it. Now, what do you think—where should we begin?" She looked around a bit, walked away for a moment, and then returned with a small package. "This one was from me. I thought you might like it." Inside the present was a mask reminiscent of one of the old drawings Norman saw Charlie and Elizabeth make. They both loved clowns and had their fathers make animatronics based on them. This one was like the one Charlie made—the Marionette.
"I know that you are not as big of a fan of clowns as me or Lizzie, but we worked on this together before she disappeared. I thought you would like it." Norman couldn't say what he was feeling at that moment—sadness or happiness. The mask, while in the style of Charlie's design, was obviously recolored by his sister to match his own preferred colors. The base of the mask was a metallic blackish-grey, with golden-yellow tear markings and royal purple blush and lip markings.
"I can't thank you enough, Charlie. I love it! I-I will treasure it for the rest of my life." He gave a quick hug to the little girl. She had noticeably brightened up after her gift was appreciated. After that, the two of them spent the next hour opening up everything. Most of the gifts were just clothes, toys, or even Fazbear merchandise. When they finished with everything, they noticed a single envelope on top of the now empty pile of ripped-apart wrapping paper.
"What is this?" Norman asked if Charlie knew, but she seemed to be just as clueless as him, so he just decided to take a closer look at it. It was a simple stamped letter at first sight, but the delicate logo on the paper caught both of their eyes. It was a delicate emblem filled with different kinds of animals—a lion, a raven, a badger, and a snake. They were in a shield of some kind, and above them, there was a single word, most likely the name of the institution that had sent the letter.
When they were about to open it, they heard some people moving behind them. It was their fathers; they seemed to have calmed down somewhat, but it was obvious that both of them were still pissed at each other. When they spotted the two kids amidst the piles of toys and torn-up wrapping paper, they both headed their way, but William froze up for a second when he spotted the letter with the weird emblem in his son's hand.
He put on his clearly practiced fake smile and resumed his walk toward the kids. "What's up, kiddos? Found anything interesting?" Norman just nodded and started talking about the mask he got and the different kinds of toys he and Charlie opened up. When he was about to talk about the weird letter, his father just shut him down. "Don't worry, I know what's in it exactly. We will talk about it later today, okay? For now, you still have two more presents you have to open."
With that said, he and Henry took out two presents. First, he opened the present his surrogate uncle was giving him. "It's a Fredbear plush we made specifically for you. I managed to convince Henry to put in all kinds of gadgets in it. The most important thing about it is the AI chip we installed in it. It is highly adaptable and can learn from you. It can help you memorize things, serve as a personal diary, and of course, a friend. It can even speak thanks to the voice box it has."
Norman just marveled at his new toy that he got from his dad and uncle. It was based on his favorite design of Fredbear—the original one, the one the restaurant used, before they changed it due to it being outshined by the design from the animated TV series. Before he and Charlie could delve deeper into the nuances of the new toy, William stepped forward this time.
He handed a small black box to Norman. It was so small that it fully fit in only one of his palms. When he opened it, he saw a grayish stone in the shape of an octahedron with a weird symbol seemingly floating in the middle of it. When William saw the confused look on his son's face, he chuckled and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry too much, kiddo. I will tell you everything important about it when we go back. For now, just leave it in its case. I will give you a hint for now. It's closely connected to what we spoke about in the car and even the letter you received."
Norman just nodded and put the new present in his pocket with its case. "Alright, Henry, I think it's time to move on to the final piece for today's celebration." Henry just nodded and walked off in the direction of the kitchen. Meanwhile, William walked toward the parts and service area to do something with the party planner console.
Charlie and Norman just sat down next to each other at a table. The stage light suddenly turned on, and the animatronics started singing in the background. First, it was William who came to the table after he finished his part with the animatronics and washed his hands. Next, it was Henry, who arrived from the kitchen with a simple small chocolate cake. He put the cake down in the middle in front of Norman. It had eleven candles on top of it, neatly arranged in a circle.
"Well, son, wish for something, but don't tell anyone, or it won't come true." William was the only one who spoke up. Henry and Charlie just nodded in support. Norman thought to himself for a second and told himself his deepest wish he could muster up: I wish to see Elizabeth, I want to play with her again, I want to be with her once again. With that, he inhaled a big breath of air and blew out the candles. At the time, he couldn't suspect that his wish would be granted much sooner than he could have ever expected.
Not long after they ate some of the cake, the party ended. Not long after that, Norman said goodbye to Henry and Charlie as they headed home for the day. He and his father stayed behind for a bit to close the diner, clean up the trash, and shut down the animatronics. When they were leaving, they packed the car almost full with the different kinds of presents Norman got from everyone.
"Wow, son, you sure are popular. I almost started to think that we wouldn't be able to fit all this into the car." Norman just chuckled a bit and rubbed his head sheepishly. William's mood changed a bit, and he seemed a bit off. "Hey, is it okay if we don't go home for now? I want to show you something and talk about that letter you received." Norman, while taken aback a bit, just accepted it without any problem.
He only really had one question for now: "What about Michael? Shouldn't we talk to him about it?" William just answered back without a care in the world: "It doesn't matter. There is food in the fridge. He should have thought about it first before he chose his own stupid ego over your birthday. Besides, what we are about to talk about has nothing to do with him and it never will."
William and Norman were on the road for quite a while, just chatting about the party and the gifts. However, William suddenly changed the subject without any warning. "Norman, about that envelope." Norman perked up a bit since his curiosity had been eating him up ever since he first saw it.
"Look, what I am about to tell you will stay between just the two of us, unless I allow it otherwise, okay?" Norman just nodded to the request, which was becoming more and more cryptic as time went on. "Good. Now, it will sound insane at first, but you will get it tomorrow. The place you got that letter from is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I know, I know—'magic doesn't exist,' right?"
"Well, it's wrong—magic does exist. Later, you will understand what I am talking about, but for now, it's enough if you just remember that there is a difference between Muggles, or non-magical people, and witches and wizards. Our family, as I said, is almost like royalty. Well, it's because we are the descendants of really powerful magical families."
Norman was about to ask a question, but he got shut down almost instantly. "Wait a bit more, my explanation is not over. You are smart for your age, you must have realized that I treated you and Elizabeth differently from Michael. It's not an accident. He is a failure, a squib—a magical person who has too little access to magic to use it for anything." Norman couldn't hold it in anymore and had to speak up: "That is unfair! He didn't choose how he was born! He is still a normal human being, you can't just throw him aside like trash!"
William just let out a low chuckle. "That is where you are wrong. While it is true that he is a perfectly normal human, that doesn't mean anything in this case. You see, after Clara died, I realized that as a wizard, I will have to watch every friend and relative of mine die way before me. A normal human is too fragile, weak, and just simply less evolved than a wizard. After I realized this, I closed off my heart toward him. It was hard—harder than anything I had to do in my life. When he turned eleven and didn't get his acceptance letter, I got the necessary amount of push to close it off almost fully."
"When you and Elizabeth were born, you were brimming with magic. I was so happy. I didn't even have to wait for your letter since you two were already using accidental magic from day one. That was when I started working on a way to protect you forever, to protect our family forever. When Clara died, I understood that I was sitting on a ticking time bomb, so I had to act and take drastic measures in order to achieve my goal."
Norman had a sinking feeling that he couldn't shake off no matter how hard he tried. He and his father pulled in front of a large building. This was it, the place that his father and uncle were arguing about not too long ago. Even now, when the sun had already set, he could clearly see the much larger and more professional-looking version of the animatronic that his sister came up with.
"Let's go, we have a lot to do. Today is the Summer Solstice one of the most important days for rituals, it just also happens to be a blue moon. It's radiance will strengthen the ritual tenfold!" William and a confused Norman made their way into the building. They went down to the depths of the facility with a large mechanical elevator.
Down there, while Norman and William were walking, he noticed the taken-apart bodies of multiple animatronics. His father didn't make a single comment about it and just walked forward. Soon, they arrived somewhere called the Scooper. "We arrived, son. Soon you will understand everything." While they walked inside, Norman noticed a large operating table, a weird excavator-looking thing, and finally, an animatronic he was all too familiar with—it was Circus Baby, his sister's creation and obsession.
When William noticed that Norman was staring at the animatronic, he started speaking again: "Isn't she magnificent? I made it to be the most advanced, powerful, and polished version of any animatronic we ever produced. I built it for Elizabeth since I knew how much she loved her design. She really had a great sense for designing things. It's a shame I can't see any more of it in the future."
"What are you talking about? When we finally find Elizabeth, things can go back to how they were before!" William just looked down in shame before he said anything back. "That won't be necessary or possible, Norman. I know where Elizabeth is, and I know things will never be the same."
Norman was just puzzled at the somber tone of his father. "But that is great news! If we know where Elizabeth is, we should go and get her back or ask the police to do the same! She could be back home in no time." Once again, the shame that was written on William's face was magnified. "Norman, she is no longer with us. She can't come back to us. Trust me, I tried everything to fix this, to find a solution that would save her. I think I found it not too long ago, that is why we are here, that is why I need your help."
At this point, Norman was crying in grief, but he still denied it with all his heart: "No! You can't know that! You can't say that! She must be fine! She promised that she would stay with me forever! She said she would never leave me alone!"
Instead of the comforting Norman expected from his father, like always, he got a bone-chilling answer: "Well then, that's great! That is exactly what will happen to you!" His father's face took on a manic grin as he raised a stick-like thing from behind his back and pointed at his son. The last thing Norman could say was a weak, "What?" William shouted a strange sentence, "Petrificus Totalus." The next thing Norman saw was the stick producing a strange sound and shooting out many barely visible string-like wisps of light.
The moment they hit him was the most terrifying feeling of his entire life. His body locked up, he couldn't talk, only his eyes were still under his control. "Don't worry, son, it will be over soon. Just take a deep breath. This will probably hurt a lot." With that said, William put away his wand for now, went over to his son, who had fallen due to the effect of the spell, and picked him up like a large log.
He put down his body on the sterilized table and took off his shirt and sweater. "Now for the second step... Where did you put the stone exactly?" The rapidly moving eyes of his son looked towards the pocket of his shorts for a longer period of time. "Ah, perfect. Thanks for the help, son. This would have taken longer than necessary if you hadn't pointed it out. Now we only need two things. First, it's Agony. Thankfully, I managed to get 21 kids' worth of it. It's a shame—I really wanted to split it between the three of us amongst other things when you and Elizabeth became adults, but that is no longer a possibility, unfortunately."
Norman expressed shock through his eyes as it dawned on him what this truly meant. "I guess you figured out what this implies. I won't lie to you—it's true, it was me who made all those kids disappear, but it was a small price for true immortality. They were muggles, so it's not a big loss either way. To think I would put into practice the things my mother and uncle taught me way back when they were still alive."
~Sigh
"I think you deserve a deeper explanation. The biggest difference between a wizard and a muggle, other than the obvious, is our souls. Wizards have a fundamentally stronger and more complex soul than muggles. The best example I could give is currently at hand here. In these vials are the Agony I managed to purify from the muggle children's souls. They are as pure as you can make them, but due to this they have no Ego—they are blank slates.
When someone dies during horrifyingly tragic but very specific circumstances, their soul splits in two. In the case of muggles, their 'true self' passes on, while their fragmented memories and feeling in other words their essence remains and becomes magical in nature. This is the reason why some objects become haunted." Norman was at this point in complete denial and was hysterically crying without a sound.
"Now, in the case of a magical person dying, many things can happen, but in the same circumstances as the muggle souls in question, they become something entirely different." William had walked over to the large animatronic and opened up its stomach, where something horrifying greeted Norman's eyes. It was the decaying and bloody corpse of his sister. "I never wanted this. I told her to stay away from it until it's finished, but she didn't listen. I had tried so many things, but nothing worked. I couldn't bring her back. Her soul is now a unique substance called Remnant. Just like a muggle's soul, if it's harvested, it makes one of the greatest substances wizardkind has ever known. That, however, is only partially true. To use the Remnant, you would essentially have to use up the energy of the soul, erasing it as a consequence. I won't let that happen with Elizabeth, so I came up with another idea. It may be far-fetched, but it could work without any major problems."
William, now holding Elizabeth's bloody ribbon that she always used to wear, brought it close to the operating table. "I can keep her alive and safe inside you. Elizabeth will regain an echo of her form when she gains enough magical energy from your body. The problem with this idea at first was that normally this would kill or even erase the both of you, but I have an answer for that."
He picked up the strange stone from the container and started examining it. "This is something called the Resurrection Stone, a Deathly Hallow. My parents originally stole it from the clutches of the Dark Lord. This is why they were hunted down. My father stole the ring it was attached to, but he was cursed due to his dumb decision to put it on. Not long after, he died because of it. My mother, more knowledgeable about curses due to her heritage, realized what she needed to do. She separated the stone from the cursed ring, which she left behind on my father's body. Thankfully, it seems that the Dark Lord never realized what the stone truly was, but he took their little trick as a great insult, so he ordered almost every competent servant of his to hunt down my mother and me. She managed to fake my death and sacrificed herself to buy enough time for me to get away."
William put down all the vials on the table with the bloody ribbon and the stone. He picked up his wand and once again cast Petrificus Totalus on his son to make sure the spell would last the whole night. One last time, he turned towards the now-open animatronic and then the bloody ribbon. "I know you can hear me, Elizabeth. I want you to know that I love you and I am sorry. This will hurt for you as well, since I have to split your soul in two. I can't risk melting down the animatronic for the other half of the Remnant—it might erase you as a whole since Remnant is really heat-sensitive." He turned towards his terrified son and gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, kid. It's for your own good. You and your sister will be together forever as one. I guess this counts towards the Black family motto 'Toujours Pur'—you will be purified of the imperfect parts of your soul when this is over."
It was then the most painful and exhausting thing Norman had ever gone through. First, the stone was etched into his flesh—or more specifically, his soul, if his father was correct. When it was placed into his chest above his heart, he started hearing the whispering of countless voices. He could swear on his life that he saw multiple phantoms appear and disappear. This was, however, not the end of his suffering. Next, William, with the help of his wand, started weaving a complex-looking seven pointed star into his chest around the stone and filled it up with the golden liquid from the ribbon. Norman didn't have time to ponder about this, as his father started his weaving once again. One by one, the all the vials full of Agony emptied out. When it was done, there was a complex matrix of shapes on his chest. The first and second layer were another two seven pointed stars that locked together. They held and reinforced the main ritual matrix. The stone served as the core of it and the last layer which was the original seven pointed star kept the remnant inside of itself and made it so the stone was fuelling it with magical power.
The whole tattoo was surrounded by the image of a snake biting its own tail, which William used his own blood to create. The tattoo itself contained numerous writings and images made up of Agony, while the core of it seemed incomplete. When it was finally over, William almost collapsed due to exhaustion. He went over, closed the stomach of Circus Baby, then removed the spell from his son. Due to the enormous amount of pain, Norman didn't have any energy left to run or even scream, so he just asked a simple question: "Why?"
The similarly tired William just smiled once again and said, "Because it was the only way. Don't worry, you won't remember a single thing about this." With that cold statement, he picked up his wand one last time and cast a new spell—Obliviate. Norman closed his eyes as all his terrible memories disappeared from the last couple of hours. The last thing he would remember when he woke up would be when he and his dad parked in front of Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental.
When William was done, he picked up his son and his teddy bear, and also the now brand-new-looking ribbon of his deceased daughter. Never suspecting that said bear had seen and heard everything.
Author's Note:
Hello everyone! This is my second story I have ever written. There may be some inconsistencies and mistakes, but I will try my best. A really important note here: I know that canonically this doesn't really make sense, especially since the Aftons are a full 10 years in the future. Just please bear with me, I tried to make the most logical and least contradicting beginning to the story. The years will be based on the Harry Potter timeline to make the characters able to interact with each other, but the FNaF timeline will stay mostly the same with it being pushed a bit forward in time by 10 years.
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