I can't believe it. The truth has finally come out, and I don't know how to process it all. My own brother, Michael Afton, the one person I thought I could trust with my life, has betrayed me in the worst possible way.
I always knew that there was something off about him. Ever since our father's creations took us down a dark path, Michael seemed different somehow. He was always distant, aloof even when we were kids playing together in our backyard.
But now I understand why he acted that way. It wasn't just because of our troubled family history or the horrors we experienced at Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental – no, it goes much deeper than that.
Michael killed CC – his own little brother! How could he do such a thing? CC may have been annoying at times with his constant pranks and mischief-making, but he didn't deserve to die at the hands of someone he trusted implicitly.
And then there's me... Michael killed me too. He may not have wielded the knife himself like he did with CC, but his actions indirectly led to my demise at Circus Baby's hands. All this time I've been haunted by memories of that fateful day when everything changed for us forever.
But what hurts the most is knowing that Michael never truly cared about any of us – not Dad who created those monstrous animatronics nor Mom who tried her best to keep our family together despite everything falling apart around her...
It was all just a facade for him; a mask hiding his true intentions beneath layers of deceit and betrayal.
Now here I am left alone in this twisted world where nothing makes sense anymore... except for one thing: my obsession with Circus Baby remains as strong as ever before.