Punishment Fit For A Murderer

by tam285

Rating: teen
Tags: Main 7 (EqG), Profanity, Violence, Slice of Life, Death, Sad, Gore, Other, Equestria Girls, Mystery, Spike, Five Nights at Freddy's
Length: 4063

He murdered. Claimed lives of innocent children. Possibly more. Now, reckonning day is upon them.

William Afton worked for Fazbear's Entertainment and Fredbear's Family Diner, and THIS is the way he's treated in return?

30 years after being fired from Freddy's, he knew the police wouldn't be far behind from discovering what he did. Now, he's going to destroy those good for nothing robots.

What he didn't know, is that Charlotte survived and is planning on something else for revenge.

Published 2020-07-03 23:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-04 20:36:00 UTC

One - Destructive Actions.

William strutted into the pizzaria like he owned the place. But he didn't. Technically, he wasn't even allowed 15 feet near Freddy's, yet here he is.

Walking past the main entrance, he looked at the cheap, plastic desk. William remembered the first day of the company. Whiney children, annoyed parents and way more that he'd rather forget. Looking to the left, revealed a door, unlocked for decades, possibly.

Grabbing a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and grabbed a bag from besides it, full of wooden boards, nails and a hammer. William smirked.

Walking through the unlocked door, he uncovered a room, covered in graffiti and fresh blood. As he got closer, he saw that the spray paint was fresh.

"Some bratty kids came to ruin these walls, and my creations took care of them." William turned around and pulled out his gun. After a second of hesitation, he shot 4 bullets into the darkness, the sound of his silencer attache was like music to his ears.

Following his small shooting spree, Chica fell, tumbling onto her chest. Well, what was left of it anyways. 3 reasonably sized holes were implanted into her chest, and one in her leg.

"And here I was, thinking my life would be in danger." Reloading his revolver, William looked Suzie dead in her plastic eyes. "See you in hell, duck." he shot and that ended her second life.

Holstering his revolver, he turned around to the doors and grabbed the hammer out of the bag. He started boarding up the only known exit. After 20 minutes of hammering boards to the door, it was done. No backing up now. William propped an axe against the door, just in case he needed another weapon of a quick getaway.

Next stop, Pirate's Cove. To be honest, Foxy was William's favorite animatronic, so he was a bit remorseful walking into those curtains to see the broken fox, laying on the floor. He knew what was going to happen. So did William. 3 shots to the chest and a stab through the head with his knife was enough to end the robot's life, for the second time, and hopefully the last.

Scanning the east hallway, revealed a corpse. Looked to be a 14 year old female. Must of been bait by the others. If some kids came in to graffiti the place, there would of been more blood than what there was.

He walked back into the main room and heard the cry of pain from the kitchen. Opening the door revealed a trail of blood towards a corpse and to William's surprise, they were hanging onto life by an inch.

"P-please.." The voice called out, knowing he was there. William sighed and made his way over to the body. Observing him, it appeared the child (or teenager), was bitten by either Freddy or Bonnie, since Chica's jaw is too small to fit a teenager's hand, much less whole hand into. Foxy's jaw was unhinged.

So even if he wanted to bite someone, he had the jaw capability of fitting an arm into his mouth, he couldn't push down enough pressure on to actually cause any bodily harm, thank god.

William helped the kid up, propping him against the wall. "What's your name, kid? Most people don't come here anymore due to the animatronics scaring away customers."

"Jake.." he was obviously distressed and in pain. His right arm was bleeding and it looked as if his ankle was sprained, or even broken and he had a leather jacket on, which had a giant hole on it, revealing the Minecraft shirt underneath.

Somehow, the kid sat on a plastic chair and managed to get his breath. "I came here with some friends to see if.." he paused for a second to grunt in agony. "-The rumors were true..." Jake finished his sentence, not before almost fainting. The kid was dying, and William kind of felt remorse.

He sighed. "Well, kid. There's no getting out through the main exit." William looked down at the tiled floor of the kitchen, now stained with blood. "So, the way I see it, you got 2 options."

Jake looked happy to hear 2 options. Until he heard what they were, exactly.

"Wait until the you bleed out, which will be slow and painful..." He didn't want to say the last option, but he knew it was an option, at least. William grabbed his gun slowly, letting it shine in the night's sky which was partially visible due to the holes in the ceiling. He didn't have to say it for Jake to get the second option.

He sighed. "Did Tom at least make it out? He was my closest friend and we grew up together.." Coughing up more blood, he looked at the last human he'd ever see in his life. "Tom had brown hair, this like.. blue jacket and a tattoo on his eye."

William connected the dots. The kid in the hallway wasn't bait for the rest to escape, he sacrificed himself for his friend. "No, he's dead in the hallway. Some animatronic got to him first."

Jake wanted to cry, but couldn't. He didn't have any words. He just sighed. "There's something I wanna give to you..."

William was taken aback. His first plan was to kill this kid, now he's getting rewarded? "Uh, what is it?" Jake handed him a picture. It was of an employee in the Fredbear suit. 2 children (presumably Jake and Tom in their younger days), we're posing next to eacher. Jake had a Fredbear plush in one hand and Tom had a soda in his hand.

"We both made a pledge that day that if we were in the face of danger or death, give this to the closest person to carry on our legacy..." at this point, Jake was about to die. His eyes began to close and his skin was turning pale.

William smiled. Not because he was murdering, genuine happiness." Your friend died fighting for you. That's all that mattered." he placed a hand on his shoulder. Jake looked up and smiled. William handed the kid the gun and got up from his position on the floor. Just as he was about to push the door out, he looked back once more time. He grinned and nodded at Jake, who did the same, only a bit weaker.

Stepping out, he took out the picture and observed it. William was visible in the background, making adjustments to something, he couldn't tell what, though. Just as he was about to put the picture away, 1 ear-piercing shot rang through his ears and the pizzaria.

Walking back in, blood was pouring out the kid's arm, as well as head. He was dead. If he had miraculously survived that, he'd be dead within 5 minutes, give or take. He grabbed the gun from his grasp and gave a small salute. The kid fought well for his age, he'd give him that.

Walking out the kitchen, he had to duck under a table because a giant robotic bunny was roaming the main dining room, looking for the source of the noise. After a few seconds of hearing those giant footsteps thud against the tiled flooring, he took a risky move and shot the lower portion of Bonnie's foot clean off. He fell to the floor with a giant thud, still alive.

Just as William was about to shoot Bonnie's head clear off, he stopped himself and checked the bullets he had left. 3 bullets remained in the chamber. For an animatronic, Freddy's was fast and silent, so instead of using the bullets, he ran towards the front door and grabbed his axe. Running back, he slit the animatronic's torso clean in half. He built these things, damn it. He knows how to take them apart.

The rabbit's power faded from his eyes and turned cold black. His muzzle wasn't stained red, so Freddy was the one that killed Tom. Now he'd be returning that favor with a cold bullet straight to the head. Then he'd leave and crack open a cold beer and forget this had all happened.

The sound of rubble collapsing filled the empty room, followed by a robotic scream. It was coming from the bathroom hallway, and lo and behold, Freddy's hand was there, poking out from beyond the rubble. His lower jaw was barely visible, but from what he could see, there was blood, indeed.

Taking aim at the bear, it felt fitting to give one last bye to the thing that started him down this crazy lifestyle. "See ya in an auction house, Fazbear."

And with that, the Fazbear crew were demolished. But William came here for something else.

Two - Confrontation.

Author's Note

More is coming, by the way!

Two - Confrontation.

Turning to the left, there was a wall. But not any wall, no sir. The company saferoom. Where the Springbonnie suit was. HIS suit. The amount of murders he has committed while wearing this suit couldn't fill the whole saferoom even if he tried. As he casually strolled through the door, what he needed was in sight. Documents about the owner, and how he was evil. And this was coming from a murderer. A child murderer, nonetheless.

As he walked into the room, he closed the door that was partly covered by rubble and teared down wall. The room itself was full of dirty pools of water, old and broken (even dismantled) arcade machines. Boxes and more boxes were stacked up on each other, just collecting dust.

Even though the animatronics were dead, William swore that he could hear a music box. And the more he tried to ignore it, the more loud and annoying it got.

Wait, how's that music getting closer? William turned around mid thought to face the one thing he never wanted to see.

"NO! I KILLED YOU!" William was furious, and to be honest, a tad bit scared. "WHY WON'T YOU STAY DEAD??!" He wailed. Looking to the left, his axe (part of it stained with blood), was just sat there, begging to be used for ending more lives.

And so, he did what the axe said and picked it up, ready to fight. One of his victims laughed. Judging by the injuries (which were an eye ripped out with a knife, and his hand sliced all the way off), it was the kid he stuffed into the Foxy suit. When it was still operational anyways.

"Try and hurt us, I dare you." William did as instructed, and he did indeed try and hurt the spirit by swinging his axe at him, only to have it phase through it. William was so shocked that he dropped the axe and backed into the end of the saferoom.

"You can't can you? You're too weak! Just like how you play the victim card every time you got caught. " Golden Freddy's head appeared on the arcade machine closest to him and began mocking him. You'll never be able to do good. Not for you, not for your wife. Not even for your son. "

Now, William laughed in the face of death. But if you mentioned his son, he loses his shit. Nobody talks shit about his son and lives a week.

Picking up a brick, he threw it at the screen. Golden Freddy just moved to another screen. Yet again, William threw harder and harder, but the bear was always 1 step ahead. When there was nothing else to move to, that's when he stopped and had a physical appearance.

He chuckled before going dead serious. "Enough with the games, Afton. Why are you here?" William howled in laugher.

"Why am I here?" William laughed once again. "Oh, you don't know do you? Haven't been outside have you?"

Golden Freddy shook his head. "We've been stuck here for.." he paused to count on his fingers. "About 35 years, no thanks to you."

William did a little bow, to the annoyance of his victims. "Thank you, thank you, I take autographs on Wednesdays." Golden Freddy sighed.

"Why, Afton? Why'd you kill us?" the Foxy kid was trying to guilt trip Afton into something, and he wasn't falling for it.

William laughed. "C'mere kid. I'll tell you." The deceased child walked slowly towards his murderer. Even though he was dead, and had been for almost 40 years, the man who he was approaching scared him more than ever, mortal or no mortal.

Once he was close enough, William got down on one knee and whispered in his ear. "I killed because of the adrenaline."

All of the spirits got mad, but kept their anger bottled up. One by one, they disappeared into the night. Just faded away, nothing special. They all went. Except Golden Freddy.

He sighed. "You've committed crimes against humanity, Afton. How do you plead?"

William laughed, as if he was suppose to feel something. "Not guilty. Not because I don't have a reason to be guilty. I have plenty of those. I just don't give a flying fuck.

Guilty as charged.

The spirits came back into view and blocked the door, the only exit to freedom. One of the kids (With all the stuff that was going on, he could care what animatronic they possessed or anything like that. He only cared about living to see the sunrise. As he backed up more, his foot made contact with something. As luck would behold, there lay his suit. In all it's glory.

He smirked to himself. "You fuckers are going to learn a lesson.." He paused for a second to fully yank the head off the old endosksleton. "In not to fuck with ol' WILLIAM AFTON!

Ripping the torso and arms off the endosksleton, he laughed. William carelessly threw the torso to the side. All that were left was the legs and then the rest.

Putting his legs through the suits legs and eventually fitting them, he walked over in a haste and grabbed the torso. Placing it over his own torso, William adjusted his own arms and hands through the respected holes.

Now, it was time for the final part. The head. He sighed. Knowing the suit's old age, the springlock's mechanism could activate at any minute. One wrong breath or one stray water drop, or even spec of dust, could crush him to death instantly.

Taking one big breath, he finally lowered the animatronics head. However, what he didn't anticipate was the size difference. When he worked there, his head was small enough that it could fit inside it. But now, he was older, (and granted, a little bit chubbier but we don't talk about that), his head was bigger and won't budge out of the small thing.

The next he heard would make his heart stop. In the suit was a prewarning voice, if ever the springlocks were to ever fail while in a place full of children or staff. If you heard it, you'd be moved out by staff to a private area to bleed out. He could hear the voice, loud an clear.

SPRINGLOCK FAILURE IN 5 MINUTES. PLEASE EXIT THE SUIT IMMEDIATELY.

William just sat down on the floor. Accepting defeat. He'd been through a lot, already. Now he'd be paying the price for it. He didn't even want to fight or struggle his way out of it. What would he be doing even if he did get out of here? Stumble out of the pizzaria, barely scraping death, back to his lousy apartment just for the police to catch him in hours.

Giving up are we, Afton? I don't believe it. Where's the epic fight? Arguments? You begging for mercy? I'd do that if I was in your situation.

"Why bother?" William remarked. "I'm old, no family, probably stuck in this suit. It's my time to go. Nothing to fight for anymore."

This left all the ghosts in shock. Golden Freddy didn't even see it coming.

Golden Freddy moaned and put his hand to his head. I can't believe I'm asking this. He raised his paw at Afton. See you in Hell, Dad?

Afton stood up in shock. After considering it got a second he shook the paw.See you in hell, Michael.

His son smiled. Looking behind him, the souls were gone. Only plastic masks remained.

William clapped his hands together, making a small cloud of dust, not large enough to trigger the locks, but big enough to make them worse. "Do your old man a favour and speed this stuff up, would ya? Kinda dying to meet Satan over here."

"Oh right. Just sit down and I'll make it quick. I'll also be here when you wake up. if that happens, that is." Michael watched as his father sat down against the wall. He knew what needed to be done.

I'm sorry, Dad. I don't want to but the others need revenge.

I know, son. And I couldn't be more proud. You've created something and I couldn't be more proud. Now just end me already.

Michael smiled. He removed his animatronic ears from their respected sockets and snapped his fingers. Thank god he couldn't hear his father's painful yells, otherwise he'd not be able to fully forget that.

----14 Years Later.----

The corpse was still in the suit. Only, the suit itself had became more damaged by time. Pieces fallen out and odd mechanisms had gotten shifted about and rusted over time. Thunder clapped outside as rain poured harder. A portal of some sorts formed under the zombie rabbit thing and sucked him under, like a vacuum cleaner of some sorts. After he fell through, it just folded back up like some sort of open and close like some sort of mouth.

And wherever he ends up, it's definitely not Earth.

Three - Escaping.

William collapsed onto some wooden crates. His eyes darted awake as the memories of what happened that fateful night flooded back to him. He felt sick to his stomach. Pushing boxes with the bottom of his foot, he escaped being crushed to death again, thank God.

As soon as he stood up, he toppled straight down. Was he on a truck? He could here music, and people walking in the streets below. Somehow, he managed to stand up and observe his surroundings. To his left was just a bunch of old stuff, mostly horse themed, like furniture, broken down bed frames and some other pottery stuff. To be honest, he could care less?

He walked to the door, the only thing stopping him and the outside world from meeting. "Okay, William. You can do this, just stay calm." he tried to calm himself down. With one backtrack, moving to where the crates fell down for his 'escape',

.. And fell on to the pavement outside. From his blurred vision, it looked like one of those traveling shacks that were led by horses back in the 1800's. Whatever. It looked like a traveling action house. He didn't want to be a part of it, so he left out of his own free will. Getting up revealed a city of some sorts.

Flashing lights, movie premieres and way more surrounded him more than William liked. The truck that held him was speeding off and things were falling out of it. He had just woken up here, right? And he was alive, right? Was this his own, personal hell? Probably not, this might be purgatory, at a stretch.

He still looked rotten, scary and dead. William needed to collect himself, that's all. Thank God there was an alleyway, otherwise he'd not be able to do anything without looking like a zombie. He ran past oncoming traffic and finally ended in the short space. It looked to be about 1am, not many ponies were about. Judging from what he had seen, ponies were like humans. Just, smaller. And more stupid looking.

As he walked Into the alleyway, there was a rusty mattress and a table with some sort of golden coins on it. William quickly searched through the draws and when nothing important was there, he toppled it over in anger. "Yep. I'm in hell."

Laying on the mattress, he felt comfort. Placing his hand below his head, William pondered. Where am I and how the hell did I get here? I'm still alive, so that's a bonus. I guess it's time to play the waiting game."

And with that, he drifted into a peaceful sleep. Well, as peaceful as you'd be able to sleep, doing so on an old mattress in another world.

William didn't wake up to the beautiful sun, no. He woke up to people surrounding him, holding weapons and something else. His eyes were still a blur from just waking up.

"I said HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK." One of them seemed to be threatening William. That didn't fit well with him, not one bit. He stared the stallion straight in his eyes.

"No."

He began to yell more. Only being able to pick up one sentence. "STAND UP NOW OTHERWISE I'LL HAVE YOU USE LETHAL FORCE." Once again, William repeated himself.

No. Fight me if you'd prefer. I've been itching for a fight recently.

William then stood up, and by the stallion's expression, he deeply underestimated his height. "Now listen here buddy." by the looks of it, his little gang were too paralysed to fight or run, but they were all listening. "I weight about 3 of your little 'men' here, I'm also made of solid steel, but can run probably faster than anyone here. So if you want a fight, come back tomorrow."

They all slowly retreated from the crazy man. However, he grabbed a mare in the back and made his demands." I want a lot of whatever you consider currency in this world by next week. If I don't get what I want by Saturday, I'll leave her corpse in the alleyway, understand."

The stallions nodded and ran off. He was stuck with this presumably young mare. She was clearly scared. He doesn't know why but he felt kind of bad for her.

"Relax, you'll make it out of here. I know how it feels to be in your position, held for random, y'know?"

This completely shocked the mare. "I'm so sorry, how do you know how it feels to be held for ransom?"

Springtrap sighed. "I was a stupid kid, so to speak. Burned my house down multiple times and got my parents divorced. My mom's new boyfriend was in a lot of shady stuff. Abused her too. Anyways, one day I'm in my room, just playing video games and I hear them talking about ransom."

The mare put her hoof over her mouth." I'm so sorry, I can't imagine how horrible that must be."

"Yeah, whatever. Anyways, my mom tried to leave him, but instead that sick bastard holds me for ransom with his friends near Texas. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say Texas doesn't exist where we are. But for reference, I live hours away from this place. Anyway, about 2 months go by and my mother has the money ready for me to come home."

"So?" The mare asked," What happened next?" William laughed.

"I stay with my dad. Yep, I stay with the people that held me for ransom. I don't remember much, but I felt amazing for about 15 years after that event. Money and bunch o' other stuff. Then, one day my dad and his gang gets busted from out of the blue. I run all the way across state, even holding someone up at gunpoint for money and transport."

The story went on for hours, the two of them lost track.

"Hey, we got your bits. Can Sunset Flare come back with us?" The guards were back and angry, but had a medium sized pouch near them.

"Give me the bag and I'll decide." They did as told and William looked inside the bag. "Fine. She can go." The guards look relieved to have a member back. "Same time next week?"

The head guard shook his head. The stallion took off his helmet. "Come with us peacefully." William obliged.

"Better give me a good room in the castle or I'll get mad."