Everything was black....I wasn't able to hear anything or see anything.....it was as if I was floating in space.....Until I heard an alarm clock go off.
I opened my eyes and woke up breathing heavily. It was strange....the last thing I remember is doing a report on my homework, until I suddenly lost consciousness. Maybe I was tired or playing games all night. Oh well.
I got up from bed, and went to the bathroom.
I took out my toothpaste and brushed my teeth, and after spitting the paste into the sink, I looked into the mirror.
Then I screamed.
"WHAT THE HELL-!?"
Then, someone suddenly burst the door open.
"Daddy, are you okay!?" A girl yelled.
I froze. 'Daddy'? What is she talking about, I'm still 16-
Or maybe I 'was' 16-
I looked into the mirror again. I didn't look like a 16 year old anymore. I expected to have the same yellow eyes, and spiky black hair, but they weren't there. I had wavy brown hair that was a bit long, and dark brown eyes, and I even have a stubble.
I stared at the reflection that wasn't me; but an old man in his thirties, wearing a purple pajama. But the girl that called me 'Daddy' didn't look like me, she was a 10 year old, wearing a light pink sweater with a dark blue skirt, she had bright green eyes, and she was wearing a bright red bow that stood over her ginger hair.
Then, a boy that was a bit taller than the girl appeared beside her, and spoke: "Dad, is everything okay?" The boy was wearing a black shirt with gray stripes, he had mousy brown hair like me, and he held a golden teddy bear in his hands that looked very familiar.
"Uhh...." I finally spoke. "Y-yeah, I'm fine-"
"Geez, what's with all the screaming, Elizabeth?" Another boy spoke. The boy wad taller than both of the kids, maybe about 16, like me. He had messy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and he was wearing a gray hoodie with no sleeves, and he wore a mask that resembled a red fox with a pirate eye-patch.
After looking at those kids, and my reflection, a million of theories came over my head, but there was one, and only ONE theory that made more sense in this dilemma. I didn't want to believe it, but...
I somehow turned from a hardcore gamer in his teens into a old married man, and if I'm right, the body I'm in right now is non other than the infamous serial killer himself....William Afton.
I scratched my hair, thinking about how on earth did I change bodies, while a couple of kids that I never knew were staring at me in confusion.