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Alleyway Murder.

13+ CONTENT INCLUDING
Child murder (strangling, neck breaking)
Trauma
Mentions of weed/cocaine
Insanity/Stress
Threatening
Mental/Verbal abuse
Favoritism
Strong language
Transphobia
Implied racism(?)
Another change of AU (Michael Jr./C.C = Andrew)

October 12th, 1983 18:29 PM

"I'm ready dadd-" "Yes yes, very good, Bethany. MICHAEL! ANDREW!" Liam shouts loudly. Andrew comes down, screaming, Michael following him. "You little shit! Don't tell father or I'll bash your fucking skull, you cunt!" Michael screams at Andrew. Andrew hides behind Liam. Michael immediately changes his attitude: anger to nervousness. "Oh...Father!.." Michael lets out a sheepish giggle. Liam turns to Andrew. "What is he hiding." Andrew gives him a bag of something. Liam opens the bag. His eyes widened when he saw what was inside: a bag full of cocaine. "Weed too.." Andrew whispered. "What the FUCK, MICHAEL!?" Liam shouts in anger. "IT'S NOT MINE!" Michael responds in a panic. They continue going back at each other until Stephanie walks downstairs. "What happened?" Stephanie asks. "Michael is doing drugs." "I mean, I wouldn't doubt that. She-" "He." Liam corrected. "Whatever. He came from her. Claire." Stephanie reminded. "Is there an issue that I came from a black woman?" "Not because she's black." Stephanie and Michael glared at each other. "That's enough about Claire." Liam growled out at their words. "Just get in the car." Liam sighed in disappointment. "I'll stay home." Stephanie said. "Stay home then, bitch. Not like anyone wants to see your ugly face at a pizzeria. You'll terrorize the children." "MICHAE-" "At least I don't try to terrorize them." "That doesn't really help on your side of the story, fat cow." Liam grabbed Michael by the shirt collar and carried him to the car. Andrew and Bethany followed.

October 12th, 1983 19:07 PM

The car was silent, only a bit of music playing silently. Bethany twiddled her fingers, Andrew watched his sister's fingers, and Michael looked out the window. Liam continued to drive silently. Rain started to fall. Liam groaned in annoyance and pulled over. "Get your hoodies on." "No no!" Andrew said. He hated how his raincoat felt. Liam turned to Andrew. "C'mon, bud. I promise you won't have to keep it on long." Liam said with as much kindness he could gang, already in a horrible mood. He had to get onto his son, he had to correct his wife for what Michael wants to go by, he has to help Andrew put his raincoat on, and now there's rain? At least Bethany isn't going on about- "Oh daddy! I have a ztory to tell you! It happened at zchool!" Oh great. Liam couldn't take the stress. "Not now, Beth." "But daddy, I zwear, it'z really funny!" Liam sighed and rubbed his face. Michael noticed his stress and tried to help. "Shut up, Bethany. He doesn't wanna listen to your stupid ass voice." Michael says. Liam turned at him slowly. Michael gulps and looked away. He knew his father has finally lost it. "Listen, we need to start going. We're gonna be late." He continues to drive to the pizzeria.

October 12th, 1983 19:28 PM

After a long drive to the pizzeria, they finally made it. Michael had his hoodie over his head, Bethany had her pink raincoat on, and Andrew was still fighting his father to put it on. "Andrew, just c'mon! I promise I fixed it, it'll feel much more comfortable!" "NONONONO!!" Andrew screamed. Liam tried his best to keep a calm face but failed miserably, giving up. He sighed, "Fine, if you get sick, it's not my fault." He picked up Andrew, of course keeping him away from the rain and making sure he stays warm. Liam didn't have a raincoat, but he still protected his son from the rain. Michael saw his friends and ran over to them. "Wha- MICHAEL!" Liam shouted. "I promise I won't do anything illegal, cya father!!" Michael ran off with his friends. Liam has gone insane. He grabbed onto his daughter's hand while holding Andrew and they walked to the back door of the pizzeria. "M-Mr. Afton..?" He heard a small, quiet voice. He saw Charlie, Henry's daughter. She was locked out and crying. She had her blanket with her. He put down Andrew and let go of Bethany's hand, walking over to the door. "Thank you, Mr. Afton.. I didn't know what I do if I just stayed back here, my dad would probably have gone crazy! Have you heard from Sammy, yet? I haven't seen him and it's both of our birthdays and-" "Charlie, please shut up.." Liam growled out. Charlie cried loudly. "Why don't you like listening to my stories!? I thought my stories were fun! I'm sorry for making you mad! Maybe next story I can-" "SHUT UP." Charlie was surprised. "M...Mr. Afton..?" Charlie said. Liam turned to her, his face molting into the purple gooish stuff. Andrew, Bethany, and Charlie was shocked. They've never seen Liam like this. It was horrifying. Liam grabbed Charlie by the neck and started to strangle her. She tried to scream but couldn't due to Liam squeezing her throat. Her neck was small, due to her age of 4. "A-Aft-on!..." She cried out. Suddenly, a snap echoed through the alleyway. The cries of a child fell silent. Bethany's eyes widened more and Andrew started crying to close the silent out. Liam breathed out of his nose loudly as his face molted back to it's more beautiful self. Without a word, he unlocked the door and walked in, leaving his children outside. Bethany wanted to protect her father so she grabbed Charlie's dead body. "What Beth doing..?" Andrew asked. "I don't want daddy being accuzed for murder. Yez, I know he did it, but ztill. I'd rather him not in jail than have mommy take care of uz." Bethany dragged Charlie's body to the end of the alleyway, hiding her body and running inside. Andrew didn't want to just leave it be. He ran inside of took off the boxes from the Puppet's box and almost immediately, it sprung out and ran outside into the rain. "What gives, man!?" Andrew turned to look at three kids. They weren't happy at Andrew. "Charlie's fine, she probably just ran!" The children laugh. "Charlie dead.." Andrew said. They laughed. "You have gotta be kidding me!" They laughed and walked away. No one believed Andrew. Someone has to do something about this. 

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