The Twisted Ones

by Scott Cawthon

Something—everything—about them had disturbed him, and now that he pictured them again, he was bothered for another reason. They looked like William Afton’s designs—the blank faces with no eyes. Charlie, what made you think of that?

The woman he remembered looked different, younger, but her face was the same … Suddenly he had it. The last day I saw you, Charlie, back when we were kids. She came to pick you up from school, and the next day you weren’t there, and the next day, and the day after that. Then even us kids began to hear the rumors, that your father had done what he did. And that’s when I realized I would never see you again.