Chapter 3

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Third person POV

After Zachariah gave his human and animatronic family members their weapons, Michael, chris, and Elizabeth ran inside to play their video games, Zachariah was about to protest because they need to train, but his mom and dad told him to let them be, to let them be kids while they still can.

My POV

I walk into Michael's gaming room, I see him playing a game.

"Hey Mike, what are you playing?" I ask him.

He looks at me then back at the game.

"It's called Destiny 2, there are three classes, titans, hunters, and warlocks, I'm currently in a social space called the tower." He tells me.

My eyes widen.

"Can you hand me the controller real quick?" I ask him.

He nods and hands me the controller.

I spot a headset with a built-in microphone on a nearby table, I grab it, plug it into the headset.

I notice that Mike plays as a titan.

I focus a bit of my light into the controller, on the game, the screen glows white for a moment before it goes away.

"How is the tower suddenly empty of players except for you?" He asks me.

I ignore him, walk over to Zavala, send him a fireteam invite, he accepts.

I switch the headset to project it's audio to the TV.

"Hello?" Zavala's voice is heard.

"Zavala, it's Zachariah, can you hear me?" I speak into the mic.

I see Zavala's eyes widen.

"I can hear you, let me get ikora, cayde, Saladin, and shaxx in here." He tells me.

A few minutes later, the others join the fireteam.

"Ikora, cayde, Saladin, shaxx, it's Zachariah, can you hear me?" I ask them through the mic.

"We hear you loud and clear young wolf, what's going on?" Saladin asks.

"Remember the dimensional portal i made, the dimension number, and location tracker i gave you?" I ask.

"Yeah why?" Ikora asks.

"Go there input the dimension number and coordinates i gave you and the others, we need your help." I tell her and the others.

"Wait, 'we'?" Zavala asks.

"Remember when I showed you that my armor was actually my animatronic form, and I told you all that I'm an afton, well I reunited with my family, they're like me, a war is coming, the Animatronic war." I tell them.

"We'll be right there." They all responded in unison.

I set the headset and controller down, wait a few moments, then a portal opens, Zavala, ikora, cayde, Saladin and shaxx walk through.

I look to Michael.

"Mike, get the rest of the family into the living room, including glitchtrap and the nightmares." I tell him.

He just nods.

Small Timeskip

I walk into the living room, the rest of the family waiting.

"Why are we here son?" My dad asks me.

"You're about to see." I tell him.

He nods.

"Fireteam light, come into the living room." I say loudly.

I hear my fireteam walk into the room and beside me.

"Greetings Aftons, I am Commander Zavala, titan vanguard, this is ikora, cayde, Saladin, and shaxx, our hunter and warlock vanguard, crucible handler, and iron lord." Zavala told my family.

"Michael, aren't they just video game characters?" My dad asks Michael.

"Dad, in the early days of my disappearance, I ended up in the same dimension my fireteam was in, they became my second family, I used Michael's game, along with a bit of my light, to contact them and tell them to come here, and yes, they know that all of you are dead, they were dead before their ghosts resurrected them." I tell them.

Saladin and ikora walk forward.

"Zachariah told us about the coming animatronic war, us along with many more guardians are ready and willing to help fight to save this earth from the fate similar to our earth." Ikora tells them.

"Besides Zachariah being the first of a new generation of iron lords, I've trained a giant amount of guardians into iron lords, they'll help too." Saladin tells them.

I step forward.

"I know this is overwhelming, but my fireteam saved me and was there for me, more times than I can count, I trust them with my eternal life." I tell my family.

They look at each other then at me.

"If you trust them that much, then we'll trust them too." My mom tells me.

The others nod in agreement.

I smile.

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