All is Well.

While he's gone

The first of Feburary. 1982. Elizabeth's point of view. The afton household. Elizabeth's room. 12:06am.

I sat in my room colouring. I was still upset about that morning. Didn't daddy understand, I was eleven I was big I wasn't a baby like Evan who was only seven years old and cried over everything. He let Evan see the robots even though he was terrified of them and had nightmares about them all the time. Why wouldn't he let me go? I guess he never cared for Evan as much as he did me. But  I just wanted to see her. He made her for me! It wasn't fair. Wasn't fair. Wasn't fair! I was drawing a new picture it was one for Evan to cheer him up. He had been having extremely bad Nightmares the past week and was sad all the time. I drew his fredbear in his room eating pizza and doing other things. It was divided into boxes showing what fredbear did when Evan left the room. He didn't actually do this. He's just a toy but Evan talks to him likes he's real. So I knew it would make him happy. I coloured for a while until there was a knock on my door. "Come in Ev!" I yelled as he slowly entered. "How did you know it was me?" He asked holding fredbear under his arm. "Daddy knocks harder and doesn't wait for an answer he just barges in. And Michael doesn't knock." He sat down against my bed and I swiveled my chair around to face him. "I'm sorry Daddy yelled at you this morning." He said fixing Fredbear's bowtie. "You didn't do anything wrong." I shrugged. "I guess I was being annoying. I just really want to see her." Evan nodded understandingly. "Daddy is being unfair. I mean he did make her for you. I don't know why you want to though." He shuddered thinking of the other animatronics Daddy made. I moved and sat next to him at the end of my bed. "I hate when Daddy gets mad." I sighed looking around my room. Evan nodded on agreement clutching fredbear to his chest. "He gets scary. I don't like when he yells." "Neither do I." I said placing my arm around him. "Want to play a game?"

Evan and I were sitting at my dollhouse when the door flew open. "Michael your supposed to knock!" I yelled, not even turning around. He knocked on the end of my bed. I rolled my eyes at him and stuck my tounge out. "Very mature Lizzie." He dropped himself onto my bed. "Oh and like you are." I spat back. Evan continued to place furniture in the dollhouse trying his best to avoid conflict. "Wow Ev! I thought you could stoop no lower and look here you are playing with dolls like a little girl!" Micheal smirked. "Leave him alone! He can play if he wants!" I stood up infront of Michael my arms folded. "Why are you so mean to him he did nothing!" "Becuase he's such a Crybaby! Look at him! His bottom lip is already trembling. Go on Crybaby start howling like the baby your are." Evan tried to ignore him but his bottom lip had began to tremble and his eyes were full of tears. "Here he goes again. Oh I can't wait for the guys to come over were gonna have fun." Micheal stood up a grin spread across his freckled face. "Get out!" I cried shoving him out the door and slamming it. I was in a bad mood all of a sudden. I don't know why but I was. I rounded on Evan. "You too! Michael is right you are a Crybaby. I know your seven and little but you shouldn't cry that much! Get out aswell!" I yelled. He gasped and the tears begain falling. "I-I-I-I-I-I-Im sorry-y!" He stuttered hugging Fredbear close and darting from the room, shutting the door as I threw myself ontop of my bed.