The Lemon Pin | Ennchael Story/Oneshot

The Lemon Pin | OneShot

A/N:
Hey there! Quick information before you start reading.
This is an Alive Afton Family AU!
This does not relate at all to my main AU, but I needed to write this or else my brain would explode.
Warnings are already in the description, so you have been warned!
Also, "Eli" (This is a nickname, you can figure the real name out when you read) is Ennard's soul. Of course, everyone's alive here, minus the missing children, so just a heads up!
Enjoy reading!
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"I'm sorry if it's cramped, I didn't really have time to prepare beforehand, so you three will have to share a room." Henry says, opening the door to Charlie's- no, this was just a spare guest room now, Henry had to remind himself.

"It's ok uncle Henry!" Elizabeth giggles, jumping onto the bed.

Evan gives Henry a shy smile, following Elizabeth into the room and placing his small bag against the wall before going to sit down on the extra mattress.

"We can have a sleepover! We can even build a pillow fort! Would you help us Mikey?" Elizabeth asks excitedly, glancing at the teenager who was still hanging out around the door.

Michael makes his way over, placing his own belongings down before walking over to Elizabeth and ruffling her hair affectionately. The girl giggles, and Evan scoots over as well, screeching with laughter when he is given the same treatment. 

Henry had not heard Michael utter a single word since he had picked them up, but he assumed that it was because the boy was older, and probably knew better than his siblings about what had happened to their father.

Henry could only chuckle as he watched the playful banter. "Well Elizabeth, maybe you can do that tomorrow. It's already late, so you should go to bed."

"Ok uncle Henry! Good night!"

A smaller, more quiet voice spoke up after her. "Good night...!"

"Yeah, good night to you three." Henry replies, closing the door and turning off the lights on the way out.

When the door clicked shut, Henry finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just earlier that day, William, who he thought was his best friend, was arrested for both child abuse and murder. As the Afton kids had no one else to take care of them, Henry, as their godfather, was the one responsible for their health and safety. It wasn't like he didn't want the kids there, hell, he was glad that they were out of that bastard's grasp. But it bothered him that it was William who killed his daughter, the same William who comforted him while at Charlie's funeral.

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, lying down in his own room as he drifts off to sleep.

By the time he wakes up the next morning, he could smell the scent of eggs and bacon in the air, and it takes him a moment to remember that he had guests. After checking himself in the mirror to make sure he looked half decent, he exited his room and walked into the kitchen, being met by the three children. Evan was sitting down at the kitchen table holding his fredbear plush in his arms as he slowly nodded off, only to snap his head up awake again every few minutes.

Elizabeth was bouncing up and down, barely containing herself to her seat as she peered over at Michael, who was over at the stove busy cooking breakfast. As he walked closer, he could hear Elizabeth squealing as she retold her dream, something about fluffy clouds and ice cream.

"Good morning, did you sleep well last night?" Henry asks, sliding into a seat besides Elizabeth as she pulls him over.

"Yeah, my dream was so colorful! I'll invite you to my tea party next time!" Elizabeth exclaims, eyes almost sparkling.

Henry chuckles, "I'll be looking forward to it then."

"It was so fun! But Mikey's cooking is better, uncle Henry! Just wait until you taste it!"