Animatronic Become Human

Just three of us

"Say what you want, but I win." Elizabeth puffed out proudly holding the monopoly houses in her hands as C.C rained the board-game bills on her head.

"Why do you do this every time you win something? It's seriously annoying." Michael snarked, having no more money due to his little sister being a little too good at this game.

"You're just jealous that I bought out all the high-end properties and bought rainbow railroad." Elizabeth stuck out her tongue.

"Can we play with my plushies afterward? Fredbear needs to oppress the others now that he has successfully turned them into communists." C.C collected the fallen fake money on the floor before tossing them over Elizabeth.

"Fine, if only Mikey admits that he's jealous that I bought rainbow railroad." Elizabeth grinned, not bothered by C.C's comment as he continued to toss the fake money in the air.

"I'm not jealous Liz, now help me clean up this mess, I got to get dinner ready for you brats." Michael scowled lightly as he began to collect the cards.

"Just admit that you're jealous, Mikey, you're jealous, jealous, jealous." Elizabeth sang, now helping to pick the monopoly board.

Leaving C.C to pick up the fake money, but was never able to pick all of them up as they would drop back onto the ground. The three of them managed to pick up everything in no time, despite Elizabeth encouraging C.C to help her throw the monopoly money. As soon as the board game was put away, C.C grabbed Elizabeth's hand and pulled her upstairs to go oppress the stuffed animals. Leaving Michael to his own devices, which were to cook dinner (which ended up burnt) or to reluctantly reheat up the homemade prepared dinners their mom sent with them each time they went over.

Entering the kitchen, his mind went over the things they could eat for the day; well more of what he can make without causing a delay, or else they would end up eating with father, which was something none of them wanted.

"Didn't we buy some pasta sauce last time?" Michael thought aloud as he made his way toward the top cabinets. Opening it up to see the glass bottle of red paste that was pasta sauce. Thanking silently that the only good thing he got from his dad's genes was his height.

Time seemed to blur as he prepared the spaghetti for tonight; they didn't have any butter, sadly, so they would have to eat plain toasted bread. While heating up the noodles, Elizabeth rushed into the kitchen with her red medium hair bouncing as she almost crashed into his leg.

"Mikey, C.C isn't playing fair," Elizabeth whined as she now hugged his leg tightly.

"Liz, I need both of my legs free, unless you rather I burn another meal." Michael took in a deep breath, looking down at her as she returned a pouty look.

"You can't burn food if it's in water," Elizabeth explained with a look.

"Liz... It's me we're talking about, if I boil water for too long it will catch on fire." Michael went back to keeping an eye on the noodles. He will succeed in making dinner this time, dang it.

"Good point. But C.C still isn't playing fair with me, he even took my bow for his execution of Bonnie." Elizabeth huffed, annoyed at her twin for taking something of hers.

"He executed Bonnie? I thought he would've gone after Chica first?" Michael didn't mind the strange games his younger siblings would play, as long as they didn't behave this way in front of others.

Their family was strange enough already, no one outside didn't need to know the weirdness going on with the Aftons, except for the Emily's.

"Chica is in a coma and was sent into a different universe to prevent her from snitching on Fredbear's plans about how he's going to take over the world and multiverse," Elizabeth told him, now releasing his leg as she could smell the cooked noodles.

"Well, I'm glad it's not Foxy." Michael could tell the noodles were done cooking, taking out a stray noodle and tossing it up on the ceiling.

"Foxy has been watching a weird movie for some reason, and Freddy keeps beating him up afterward." Elizabeth giggled as she watched the noodle continue to stick up on the ceiling.

"I see...well, what is C.C doing that isn't fair?" Michael asked, now taking out plates for the food.

"He's not letting me use my dolls to promote the wonderfulness of capitalism. I was even going to threaten Fredbear with the electric chair." Elizabeth sighed, not as mad as she was when she ran in.

"I'll tell C.C to play nice, now get him down here to eat." Michael patted her on the head.

Elizabeth looked pleased with this before running back up the stairs to get their other brother.

A while later, the three of them were sitting at the table eating the spaghetti, tomato sauce going all over C.C's face as Elizabeth laughed at him. To say the least, Michael outdid himself with dinner, and not just because he didn't burn another meal. The food wasn't half bad, it would never compare to their mom's, but it was a start. C.C and Elizabeth were close to starting a food war had Michael not intervened, wiping away the sauce on his younger brother's face.

"Mikey, I'm not a baby, I can wipe my own face." Whined C.C yet made no attempts to stop him.

"I know you can, brat, but it was just bothering me, that's all." Michael covered up on the spot, he was doing his best not to be an asshole anymore. As he still had his slip-ups from time to time.

"Can we have ice cream?" Elizabeth perked up with a smile, her mind fixated on the soft serve treat.

"Maybe...but you both gotta apologize to each other." Michael felt a little smug seeing his sibling's reactions in order to obtain the cold treat.

"Fine...sorry crybaby." Elizabeth rolled her eyes, almost tempted to stick her tongue at her twin.

"I'm sorry too. . .brat," C.C said softly and not meeting her eyes.

As much as he wanted to rile up the two for entertainment, he was interrupted as the door to the house rattled. All three of them froze in place, with not much time left; they all straighten themselves out as the door opened to reveal the patriarch of the house.

"Evening." Their father gruffly greeted them without so much as a glance. It seemed they held their breaths as their father headed to the kitchen, grabbing dinner before trudging down to the basement and slamming the door behind him.

No one spoke for a few seconds in case their father came back to reprimand them for something or to yell at Michael for no reason. Seeing as none of those things were going to happen, each of them sighed with relief.

"Ice cream and then head to bed," Michael instructed the younger two, who returned with looks of pouts. "No, but's, unless you want to watch The Immortal and The Restless."

"Ice cream is fine." Elizabeth made her decision, taking her plate and sprinting to the kitchen.

"Oh come on Mikey, can't we stay up a little longer, please." C.C pleaded, as he would reconsider letting Elizabeth have her capitalist campaign.

"Just for one more hour, then head to bed." Michael did his best to resist C.C's puppy dog eyes. He wouldn't admit that he would bend over backward for him if he kept up the puppy dog eyes act up.

In the end, both of his younger siblings fell asleep on the couch with their empty bowls of ice cream abandoned at the small living room table. Michael himself was snoozing away, Elizabeth had his left arm hostage as she leaned against him, and C.C had his head snuggled up on his lap, with Michael's other arm resting on his head.

This kind of scene would have their mother internally squealing at the sight of them cuddling up to each other, and would've taken photos to remember the moment. Moments like these could only last for so long.