Warning: There is a slight excuse for swearing in this. Also, this may be a little inappropriate. Just keep this in mind. This isn't necessarily how I see these characters, but it's a fun read ig.
It might also be a little hard to read because of typos and the way I wrote it in general.
Elizameth-I-I mean, Elizabeth walked up to Michael's room and used her tinny tiny little fist to slam it onto as hard as she could. She laughed quietly when she heard him yell.
“GoD DamnIT, Elizabeth!! Leave me ALOOOONE!!!” Michael shouted.
“Meheheheemehgweeee.”
Elizabath started to run away as fast as she could once she heared Michael walking towards the door and opened. Elizabeth was proud of her evil doing but she felt hands wraped around her tiny body and pull her back.
“Elizabeth! Why do you kept knowking on my door.” Michael asked. “What do you need”
Elizabeth looked up at Michael and grinned bigger than her little child self should be able to grin. “Because it wastes your time.” she said.
Michael processed what she said and patted her head. “That would be funny if you weren’t doing it to me. How about you change targets?” Michael said.
Elizabeth smiled like a— “Great idea!” she exclaimed.
Later that day, Elizabeth was walking with Michael and they approached the door of their totally not murderous father who totally didn’t made animatronis that kill kids, totally doesn’t dress as a bunny and lead kid away from people to killed the before stuffing them into suits, and who is also totally not neglective or abusins to his kid and is a definitely not terrible person/father/human/man/not child/defianly not women, and they SLAM their hands on as hard as they could on his peni—Door.
“WHAT THE FAKCQUW IS WHO IS SLAM ON DOOR?!?!?!” Wilmiam ask.
“Muhahahehahahehhge!!” Elizabeth and Michael both laughed before running away.
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Why William Afton Hates His Kids
FanfictionThis is why William Afton hates his kids (except Elizabeth). His kids are annoying. This is written by me, sometimes I will get ideas from my siblings, but I will say when I do. This is something you can read on a boring Saturday or sm, cause uh...
