FNaF but AU/Less people die

Chapter 2

"Thank goodness for AC," Charlie muttered, flopping on the couch as Evan and Elizabeth dashed to their rooms to unpack their backpacks and shove away school supplies.

Michael sat on the couch next to her, sitting up straight as Henry did whenever he wanted a serious talk, as opposed to the slouching and generally atrocious posture the was common for Michael. "You know, given what they day is, did you wanna talk—"

"No," Charlie interrupted, sinking further into the couch and tossing her right arm over her eyes.

"Charlotte, it's been five years and you've barely told anyone anything. You're my sister, I don't want you to have to bottle up your feelings," Michael continued, undeterred by the interruption.

"I said no," she muttered back. "Besides, people only use my real name when they're mad at me, call me Charlie."

"Fine, Charlie, I don't want to bother you about this—"

"So don't."

"But I really do think you should talk about it at some point, not necessarily to me, but at least to someone."

"Mike, lay off of it," Charlie grumbled.

Michael sighed. "Fine, but if you ever do want to talk about it or change your mind, I'm willing to help you talk through it at anytime."

"Hypocrite," she muttered, barely audible and certainly indiscernible.

"Did you say something?"

"No."

"I heard you say something."

"How odd."

"Charlotte..."

"Charlie."

"Charlie. You can be honest you know." Charlie flung a pillow at him with a smirk. Michael considered pressing the issue, same as he had done on this day for the past five years, but decided to give her more time. "Oh? You wanna start a war?" Michael chucked the pillow back at her.

It wasn't long before Evan and Elizabeth ran downstairs and a four-way pillow fight began.

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Henry came home to complete chaos. He barely had time to register the pillow fight before a lamp fell and shattered. All four kids immediately stopped and froze. Michael was the first to notice Henry. "S-sorry, we didn't mean to..." he said in a low voice, sounding a bit afraid. He felt awful about breaking the lamp. It'd been a nice lamp. He hopes Henry wasn't mad.

But to his surprise, Henry just laughed. "Alright, Elizabeth, Evan, you two clear out and be careful not to get hurt. Charlie, you go grab the vacuum and a trash bag, Michael and I will start gathering some of the larger pieces." he whispered to Michael after the other three had gone. "I never did like that lamp anyway."

Michael looked visibly relieved. "Still, I'm sorry we broke it. I can get a job over the summer and buy a newer, nicer one," he still looked as though he was worried about being in trouble.

"Don't worry about it, we never used it and it was high time to get rid of it."

Charlie then returned with a trash bag and the vacuum, soon the whole mess was cleaned up. Henry gently placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "I know today... doesn't exactly have good memories associated with it. Did you wanna—"

"No," her tone came much sharper than usual and she quickly noticed, shaking her head slightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap. I just don't want to talk about it and I'm tired of people asking me every. Single. Year." Charlie then turned and walked quickly to her bedroom without another word, leaving Henry and Michael to give each other a dismayed glance.

Charlie laid on her bed and stares up at the ceiling. Why did everyone want her to talk about an event she barely remembered? Talking about it might make her remember details and that seemed like a bad idea. Mostly she just knew what other people had told her about the event. She got stabbed in the side by the man she had called Uncle William. Elizabeth and Michael had found her bleeding out in a back alley. Her dad had found out and called an ambulance. She didn't die. That was that. Charlie rolled onto her stomach and tapped her fingers on the bedspread. So what if she still had a scar? So what if everyone called if a 'traumatic event'. It was her so called traumatic event and she didn't want to talk about it.

Charlie pulled a music box out of her nightstand and began to wind it up. Three melody was so sweet, so calming, it always made her feel better. Her dad said her mother had left it behind before she left, but Charlie never paid that fact much mind. She just liked the music.

Just as she began to hum softly to the tune, there was a knock on her door. Charlie immediately closed to music box and shoved it into a drawer. It wasn't as though she wasn't supposed to have it, but she always felt weird about the idea of other people seeing it. Besides, unlike Evan, she wasn't some child who needed a comfort toy. She was thirteen for goodness sake! "Who is it?" she called curiously.

"It's me, Michael. Uncle Henry wanted me to check on you, make sure we didn't upset you." Despite officially being adopted by Henry, all three Afton children agreed they get more comfortable referring to him as 'Uncle Henry'.

Charlie sighed and buried her face into her pillow. "I'm fine."

"Can I come in?"

"Whatever. Sure," she grumbled.

Michael pushed open the door at sat on the edge of her bed with a concerned look. "I'm sorry if I pushed you too much on the topic earlier."

Charlie sat up, still looking mopey. "I told you, I'm fine."

Michael raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "Do you trust not trust me?"

"Of course I— wait. This feels like a trick question. You were planning on either convincing me to trust you or to talk about my feelings! Weren't you?"

"No! I promise I wasn't going to. I just, I dunno, you're my sister. I don't want you to not trust me."

Charlie narrowed her eyes a little bit. "Did you have something you needed to talk through?"

Michael paused, as though seriously considering the question for a moment. "... this isn't about me and I'm not trying to get you to open up. Uncle Henry wanted me to check on you. We're both worried about you, but you don't have to talk about it, okay?"

"Hm... sounds to me as though you do have something you want to talk to," she replied, not without a hint of smugness.

Before Michael could reply, Elizabeth came barreling through the doorway. "Dinner's ready! Me and Evan helped Uncle Henry cook it," she said, sounding exceptionally proud of herself. Charlie and Michael glanced at each other before silently agreeing to abandon the conversation and followed Elizabeth to the dining room.