(Rewrite) Five Nights At Freddy's 4: Unbitten

Chapter Twenty-Two: So Silent

The four men sat around in Kenneth's living room. Scott, Henry, and Terrence sat in the couch, all looking at Kenny, who sat in a chair.

Kenny recognized that look in their eyes. That mildly hurt and disappointed stare that parents would give to their rebellious teenager.
With each set of eyes on him, it only made the younger male sink lower in the chair.

"Dissociative Identity Disorder."
All three of the men on the couch look up. Kenny sighs deeply, closing his tired looking eyes. "You guys are right. Might as well lock me up in a straight jacket. Maybe even add a mouth guard to my face."

"No."
Kenny's eyes fly open, seeing Scott and Henry bolt upright in stunned silence. The younger male turns his head.
William was behind him. Floating a few meters above the carpet.

"Kenneth isn't going anywhere." William stares firmly, glaring at the two older men. "Afton...." Scott looked like he was about to faint.

William bows his head in shame. "Henry. Scott." He murmurs, sounding apologetic. "It appears we meet again after all these years."

"William! We thought you—you.." Henry stammers. "Died?" William finishes with a sad smile. "I did, unfortunately. Can't you tell?"

Both of the older men walk closer to their old friend. "Not really. You still look normal." Henry observed.
"Except for the whole floating thing..." Scott adds with a shudder.

"Thank you Dr. Phil. Now, can we get back to how I'm supposed to deal with my mental illness?" Kenneth yawns.
"You're not going anywhere." William states again.
"Oh, really?" Kenneth challenges, getting up and walking over to his desk with cluttered papers.

The youngest male turns to face his family, holding his hands out. "Look at me. See what I really am." Kenneth's eyes suddenly darken, staring at the darkness behind his family members.

Grabbing his axe, he drags it on the carpet, almost glaring at Henry. "S-son?" Henry stammers out. "What are you doing?!"
Kenny's blue eyes glare at something behind Henry. With the whistling of air, the man raises the axe and throws it with precise aim at the dark.

The sound of metal hitting metal clangs in the dark. Kenny shoves past Scott and Henry without a word. Aggressively grabbing the axe by the handle, Kenneth drags out the mash of parts from the dark.

The animatronic struggles weakly, the axe angrily jammed in its stitched up head. Sparks leak out from one of its eyes, the other hanging loosely.

"You're not leaving." Kenneth snaps at the possessed robot. "I'm not finished with you yet."
"Baby—"
"What is it, d-d-daddy?" Kenneth taunts at William. "Aren't you glad I'm finishing what you started? This piece of metal is filled with all the victims you killed. Every. Last. One."

The dark smudges under the young man's eyes tell William that this was the monster. The so called bad guy. Now it was William's turn to snap. "No, Kenneth!" Kenny only snarls at this answer, digging the axe deeper in the machines head.

"I'm not proud!" William sobs. "Even when you showed me the severed robot head of...E-Emily... That crossed the line! You've gone way too far!" Kenneth looks at William in mock surprise, looking so angry and heartbroken.

"Oh?" Kenneth's face twists, looking like he's about to yell or start sobbing. "And this is coming from some lowlife that killed five kids and his own daughter!"
William flinches at his tone of voice.

"You really think I'm happy like this?!" Kenneth shouts, ripping the axe out of the motionless robot. "Because let me tell you, Purple Guy. I'm. Suffering." He almost growls out the last two words. "And you knew something was up! But what did you do? Run off like the murderer you are! You chickened out and left me alone, damaged, and full of anger." The youngest male pants heavily, tears mixing with the oil and sweat on his face.

Kenny walks up to face his so called father. "You knew," he whispers, almost sweetly. "And yet you ran. Some father you are." With that said, he drops the oil covered axe and pushes past his family.