★ 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 ★

Care

Fandom: Afton Family
Pairing(s): Slight Michael x Ennard and Slight William x Clara
Type: Angst
TW's: Blood, Implied Attempted Rape

((This is a very old cringe shitshot of mine so it's very different from the pervious oneshot. Not just in fandoms. Again, this is terrible so...))

William had just finished killing another victim of his, their blood getting wiped away by the heavy rain. His bloodlust calmed down as he became satisfied with the number of people he killed that night. He finished licking the blood off his knife and decided to walk around the allies in case Mike was there.

You see, Michael had left to get more exotic butter for Ennard 4 hours ago and hasn't returned since. He looked around the alleyways in hopes of finding his son...even if Michael didn't consider William his father anymore, William considered Michael his son, no matter what.

As William had almost given up on searching, he stepped in a puddle. He groaned as he probably got his shoes immersed in water. He looked down to see blood had mixed in with the rain. He grew slightly concerned as he hadn't killed anyone near the area. His concern vanished as he remembered his killing spree early the previous night. It is at this general location that he remembers killing someone. Still, something in him told him to investigate. What could happen anyways, he was already dead.

William followed the trail of blood until his eyes landed on a figure leaning against an abandoned building's brick walls. The figure had short brown hair with faded purple tips. There were so many cuts over them. Blood was dripping from their nose and mouth. There were steady streams of blood flowing from their head. There were such deep and big cuts across their legs and arms. Whoever struck them had a knife of them.

Willaim stepped a bit closer to the figure to examine it a bit more. The figure had a thin jacket and some ripped jeans. Both of their shoes were missing. What stood out the most was their buttoned shirt. It was torn, indicating that the attacker had attempted to rape them.

'Why didn't they though? People don't just randomly stop for no reason.' William though. His soaking hair getting in the way of his vision yet again.

William ultimately looked at the victim's torso...there was a large hole.

William's blood ran cold. He abandoned his knife on the cold, wet pavement and rushed over to the figure. As he got closer and closer, he could make out the familiar details of his second-oldest son.

"MICHAEL!" William dropped to his knees and held his son in his embrace.

Michael's head limply relaxed on his father's shoulder, getting it covered in blood. William put a hand on the back of Michael's head but quickly retreated it when he heard a whimper come out of his son's mouth.

William carefully examined the back of Michael's head. There was a big gash. Whoever attacked his son had destroyed his head against a wall. His suspicions were correct when he saw a wall with a big spot of blood, dripping down onto the cold and wet pavement.

Michael's breathing was rigid, indicating that there were some broken ribs. Some of his ribs had been lost to the scooper but some of his ribs remained.

Michael hazily opened his eyes. Everything was blurry and his whole body was in pain. He was shaking.

'Am I sh-shaking because of the c-cold or the p-pain?' Michael asked himself.

He felt insignificantly warm by the person hugging him but it wasn't enough. As Michael tried to think of who the person was, he felt something warmer on him.

He looked at his side to see who was keeping him in a tender embrace. It was...his father, to his shock. William had enveloped Michael in his jacket, trying to make him a bit warmer.