Lieutenant Governor: Between bites of dinner Did you ever wonder why our family keeps that old chest in the attic?
No, sir... I can recall no such event.
leans in closer, voice filled with urgency Well, I'll tell you a little secret. About why that chest is there, what it holds. But first, promise me...
Promise me that you won't freak out. You might not remember, but it's a memory we both need to confront. Are you ready for this, Fuchsecon?
Ready as I'll ever be, sir.
grabs Fuchsecon's hand firmly Good. Because once I start, I don't want you running away. We're going to face this together, just like we did when we were kids.
Alright, I'm not going anywhere...
releases Fuchsecon's hand and stands up abruptly Good. Now, follow me.
Aye aye captain, leading the way! Fuchsecon follows him
leads Fuchsecon up the grand staircase to the attic, the wooden steps creaking under their weight
...This place hasn't changed at all.
opens the dusty attic door, causing cobwebs to flutter As you can see, time has not been kind to this place. But it holds memories, Fuchsecon. Memories we need to uncover.
...It smells like grandmother.
walks over to an old trunk and lifts the lid, revealing a collection of yellowed letters tied with a faded ribbon
takes a deep breath, his eyes misty This... this is our family's secret. These letters, they reveal the truth behind our family's legacy.
And what legacy is that, sir?
pauses, his voice heavy with emotion The legacy of our father... Thomas Afton. He was not the man you think he was, Fuchsecon.
Thomas... Our father? I thought he died when we were young...
As the Lieutenant Governor reveals the dark truth about their father, Fuchsecon is devastated by the revelation, struggling to come to terms with the monstrous legacy they shared.
Wait... That portrait. It isn't just a painting of dad?
approaches the old portrait, examining it closely No, Fuchsecon, it's not just a painting. That portrait hides something... something sinister.
...I... I don't understand. How could he do such a thing?
grabs a magnifying glass from a drawer and examines the details of the portrait Look, Fuchsecon. See how the brush strokes are thicker here?
points to a hidden symbol in the portrait This, my dear Fuchsecon, is the mark of the Springtrap. It's a symbol of power, a reminder of the evil that lurks within our family.
...I... I never realized until now. It's... It's everywhere. In the crest, in the furniture... Even in the basement.
paces back and forth, his voice trembling with anger Yes, Fuchsecon! It's everywhere, like a cancer spreading its roots.