Despite Everything, It's Still You. (WIP) Part 2/2 of Chapter 1

      FNAF/Villianous fanfic. I required peer pressure to finish this fic so I'm throwing it out here for y'all. PS. I'll be editing this as I go.

Flug knocks on the large, wooden door twice. He then stands back and waits for permission to enter. Despite his reputation, the demon who resides on the other side rarely denies entry to those who dare to knock on his door. “You may enter” shouts a gravelly voice from inside the room. The masked villain quickly makes its way into the office and closes the door behind him. “Yes Dr. Flug?” the demonic presents sitting at the very grand desk before it asked, raising his eyebrow. The scientist shivers under the other’s gaze but he tries to stand straight. “I came to tell you that the prototype is done, Lord Black Hat.” it says, his nervousness evident in its voice. “Wonderful.” the demon smiles sinisterly as he knits his hands together in front of him. “Is that all, Doctor?” he asks as he tilts his head and watches the other as he slightly shakes. Flug clears his throat “well a-actually” it stutters “I was wondering i-if I could have tomorrow off, Sir.” the demonic entity lifts his eyebrow, ”oh? And why should you get tomorrow off?”  The scientist clears his throat before speaking "W-well you see sir, I have been working very hard recently and finishing my work ahead of schedule. So we would not be behind schedule if I were to take a day."

He pauses, "Also tomorrow's my birthday." It adds as if that fact had slipped his mind till that very moment but the demon knows how humans love to celebrate their day of birth. He never understood that but that's probably because he's been alive for so long that he doesn't even know what day his birthday would be thanks to all the different calendars humanity has created and thrown away throughout his immortal Life. Black Hat stands from his desk and turns to face the window behind him as he says, “I suppose you can have the day off. However I expect you to start work 30 minutes early the day after.” Flug smiles underneath his paper bag, “Of course! thank you, sir!” It does a small bow before turning around and quickly leaving the room. 

He walks quickly through the halls to its bedroom while trying to decide what it’ll do with his day off. Maybe he'll sleep until noon and then just relax for the rest of the day, maybe it'll finally read that book he's been meaning to, or maybe even leave the for the day. It doesn't leave the mansion often thanks to being recognizable because of his paper bag but absolutely despising the idea of leaving without a bag, but it might have fun. Although, as he enters its room, it winces as he remembers the fact that it mentioned that tomorrow is his birthday. The others might want to do something with it and he'll have to pretend that it doesn't hate his cursed birth and try to ignore the fact that not only did his twin sister go missing 44 years ago, it also killed its own little brother on his birthday.

Mi- Flug quickly wanders into the connected bathroom and sheds to his lab coat, paper bag and goggles. He looks into the mirror and hates the zombie that stares back at it. all purple skin with black eyes and white pupils. It changed its name but once you're born an Afton you can never change that. It wants to break the mirror but it knows that will wake 505 up and then the bear will come to check what's going on and it'll have to find a way to explain away the broken mirror. It turns to grab something to cover the mirror but as it does an alarm goes off on its phone. The alarm’s supposed to remind it to stop working for the night in case it’s too focused to notice the time. Turning off the alarm, its phone tells it that it’s 12:00 am. 

It hears a sound from its bedroom. Stopping in its tracks it looks at the door that leads back to its room, the door’s slightly open although not enough to actually see if anyone's there. It throws its paper bag and goggles back on haphazardly as it quickly moves to its room. when he opens the doors the room looks unchanged however the Fredbear plush and Circus Baby plush that it kept hidden underneath his bed, for fear of Dementia of finding them and either making fun of him or destroying them, was now acting as paperweights for a letter that he knew was not there before. It approaches slowly, hoping, praying the paper isn't what he thinks it is. as he reaches its bed he picks up the plushies carefully. They were the only thing it had left of his little brother and little sister, Christ and Elizabeth. It looked at them for a moment before carefully setting them aside and picking up the letter.

"Dear Michael,

     I hate to do this to you on our birthday. I'm sorry. I truly am. I thought it was the end, but it appears the HE escaped from his trap. I've tracked him down again. we just need to catch him. come to XXXX S XXXX W XXXXStreet in XXXX city. I'll see you there. oh, and happy birthday, by the way.

         Sincerely, Cassidy"

He knew it. It hates that he knew what the letter was about before he could even read it. his hands clench into fists around the paper, a million thoughts rush through its head. He's pissed. It thought it was over! He thought it finally escaped! but no! no that bastard couldn't fucking stay down because of course he couldn't! Why can't Michael finally be at peace!?

his hands unclench from around the paper and they start to shake as it fails to fight back the tears. Why? Why can't he have a new life far away from everything that happened in its old one? Why can't he just move on?

…

because it needs to finish this. He puts the letter down and quickly walks to its dresser with a feeling of urgency. He needs to finish this now so it can go back to living a somewhat peaceful life. He changes into some black jeans and a black hoodie before finding a new, not tear-stained, paper bag and slipping it on. It puts on some darkly colored boots and a messenger bag he hasn't used in a long time. Then it puts the letter in his bag and carefully puts the plushies back under his bed. He makes its way out of his room and back to its lab. Once he enters it goes straight for the safe in the far corner where he keeps a gun, extra ammunition, and some vials of the concoction it made so that it wouldn't rot. Once all of that is safely tucked into his bag it quietly walks down the halls to the front door. leaving as silently as he can before walking into the night.

to be continued... :)

edit: just remembered that this is MY fic so I CAN use my headcanons! YIPPEE!