Afton Oneshot Collection [REQUESTS OPEN]

"Void of the Heartbroken" / "At Least in His Perspective" [ANGST]

Imagine starting a book on April Fools?? (This was started on APR 1 2022)

Couldn't be me 🙄✨

So like- yeah, random word generator ^^

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TALK - Uh, Michael and William are talking?

CUNNING - Michael is a cunning and clever student in class.

ROOT - Noah has a precious root that grows whenever his crush gets closer. He'd die if he cries. The root dies too, meaning his crush doesn't like him or likes someone else.

EQUIP - Noah equips the root on him every day.

CRY - Michael. Rejects. Noah. Noah. Cries. And....

Alright on with the story!

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"O-Daddy, do you know what day it is?" a little blonde-ginger haired girl, Elizabeth Afton asks her father, beaming from ear to ear. She rocks back and forth on her toes, waiting impatiently for her father's response.

Elizabeth's father, a grumpy man, at least in her perspective, William Afton looks down at his daughter, with his dark and dull grey eyes. The illuminating effect makes it seem like he's in a dark mood. His face is still covered in ash from the animatronic he's building.

"Why are you asking me? You're the one with the calendar right outside your room, aren't you?" he sneers through his teeth, picking up the wrench again. His deep, low, and gravelly voice sent chills down Elizabeth's spine.

Elizabeth's heart freezes. So does her whole body, "W-Well.." the poor girl finally manages to sputter out, "I-It's my birthday..!" she waits again. There was nothing but the lurking silence of the room, nothing was heard other than William's wrench, which was ever so slightly squeaking.

William stops. He turns his head toward Elizabeth, "Are you expecting me to give you a present??" his cold grey eyes sink through his daughter's soul. He raises one eyebrow in what seems like hatred.

Elizabeth gulps at the sight of her father's scary expression, she glances around quickly in anxiousness, trying to avoid the creepy and prolonging eye contact, "N-No, Daddy.. I-I just.. figured..-" she tries her best to hold the stammering in, but she couldn't. All the words that came out sounded like rubbish. She gives in and sighs defeatedly, "N-Nevermind, I'm sorry for disturbing you, Daddy, I-I'll go now.." she turns away in dismay, still holding back her tears.

"You better be." William mutters under his breath, thinking no one would hear him. No one heard him. But Elizabeth did. She tries to brush it off, that one word didn't matter, could it? After all, her whole life had been like this. Why can't she get used to it now?

Elizabeth sprints out of her father's workshop, she couldn't bear to hear another word that might break her little heart even more. Indistinct footsteps are occuring. Fearing she would be caught by someone and cause more trouble for her father, Elizabeth darts into an empty room and sits down, curling up, silently crying her lungs out.

A shadow passes by the window of the dark, empty room Elizabeth was in. Out of curiosity, Elizabeth cautiously peers in the window. It was her older brother, Michael. He is holding papers and heading toward William's workshop. The papers seem like report cards. Elizabeth's eyes widen but quickly squats downward when Michael turns around.