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Chapter Eight: 'A-star'

Amy's POV:

After around half an hour of William checking over the animatronics and cleaning up anything that the janitors missed during the day we finally got to leave to go meet his sons.
'Amy are you sure. Like 100% sure.'
"Y-yes"
'1000%?'
"100000% p-per-ce-cent"
'Alright... Are yo-'
"Y-yes!"
'okay okay sorry' He laughed while I pointed at the door and stomped my foot. We walked for 20 minutes before finally arriving at a beat up abandoned looking home, which I assumed was his house. It seemed like no lights were on and the windows were boarded up like a crime scene. There was police tape and warning tape around the fence that looked like it had been forcefully ripped apart. The door was rustic wood that looked like it had been kicked down, boarded up and just overall abused over the course of them living here. William guided me past the gate and in the door. Once I turned around and closed the do-
"OI ASSHOLES IM HOME, WE'VE GOT COMPANY BELIEVE IT OR NOT"
...
'w-what th-the fu-u-uc-ck w-as tha-that.'
"A warning"
Okay weirdo I thought to myself. I heard muffled yells coming from what seemed to be the attic and slightly less muffled yells coming from upstairs followed by an aggressive slamming noise against the roof of the kitchen, which almost knocked the microwave clean off the bench.

William showed me around the first floor of the house before taking me upstairs, he showed me the spare rooms and his room then where the bathroom is and finally we ended up outside a door that weirdly had a deeper tone of wood than all other doors and had a metal sign bolted to it that read in bold red letters 'KEEP OUT" I was confused for a moment until William knocked the door hard enough to break it and exclaimed
"WE'VE GOT COMPANY, KID. COME SAY HI OR SOMETHING"
I tilted my head and shot him a 'seriously?' type of look to which he rolled his eyes, abruptly ignoring my disapproval of his constant bellowing.
Right as I was about to question if we should move on to the next door because nobody had opened the door and it had been positively silent on the other side, the door swung open so aggressively I feared it would've flung completely off the hinges right then and there
'The hell you want old ma-.... Who's that redhead.'
The emo looking 12 year old pointed his pale lanky finger at me.
'u-uh h-hel-llo to y-you too. A-and my ha-air i-isnt re-red' I said, running my hand through one of my short pigtails, bringing a few strands Infront of my face, which was when I realised my hair was in fact red. The blood from my murder must've seeped into my hair overtime and turned it red from the roots down.
'oh.' I muttered quietly, a confused look on my face.
'Yeaaahhhh okay kid.' He turned his focus back to his father.
"She wanted to meet you guys, this is Ama- Amy, she's one of the souls that.. well." He made a stabbing motion with his hands.
'So you killed it and now it's here, cool story.' He rolled his eyes. Scoffing and flicking his eyes to look at me again. Great I have to interact with him don't I! I thought, a sour look spreading across my face.
'Whats up with your face weirdo'
He poked his weird ass finger at my eye patch
'D-dude o-ow bu-buzz o-off ma-an'
I complained whinily, swatting his hand away.
"Well you two seem to be getting on great, have fun I'm gonna go tell Michael your here Amy, see you later kiddos"
'Later.'
'S-see you wi-wi-illia-am' His name was always a struggle for me because it wasn't a name I said much as a kid in my life and it's quite a long one so it's really annoying to say with my newly inflicted stutter. Cheers for that William. Evan stared at me blankly for a moment.
"U-uh. H-h-helllooo?" I waved my hand Infront of his face and he began laughing.
"Wha-what a-are you la-augh-aughing at!!" I squealed in annoyance.
'S-s-s-s-soooorrryyy' He mocked. I stared absolute daggers at him for that which just made him laugh harder. I walked into his room rolling my eyes at him and huffing, a spiteful frown tugged at my lips and my eyes narrowed. I looked around that weird emos room and it was almost pitch black in there, weirdo, what does he even do in here? I can't see anything. Does he have a bed? Is he just always asleep or something? Does he have like sensitive eyes or something-
My trail of thought was interrupted by a rather loud slamming noise. Evan full on swung the door closed which caused the bang
'AH-' I yelped, I began violently coughing on blood that poured into my airway from my neck injury. Which sent Evan into another fit of laughter, it was almost hysterical at this point. I could swear I seen tears forming in his eyes. I leaned on my knees and clasped my chest aggressively, panting terribly.
'd-dude!' I sighed heavily.
'THAT WAS TOO GOOD-' He said. Practically rolling on the floor laughing. Laughing at me. I rolled my eyes and kicked him in the stomach, not hard, just a warning.
'Ow! Okay okay my bad' He said defensively stumbling back up to his feet while snickering. He was relatively taller than me. He looked around 5'0 - 5'2 while I currently stood at 4'2. He practically towered over me like the Eiffel tower.
'Damn your like 1'3' He put his damn finger on my forehead. I snarled at him and grabbed his wrist, shoving his hand back at him.
'i-im 4'2 m-mi-ind you!' I said, standing on my toes in my shoes to appear taller, to which earned me an unamused eyebrow raise from Evan.

After we had gotten over the whole height thing we managed to genuinely have a conversation, we talked about family and deaths, etc. I tried to act surprised when he told me about his death as if his father hadn't already explained to me exactly what had happened, but clearly my acting skills weren't appreciated as he just asked if 'The old man' already told me. I began to tell him about how a while back Terence went missing and we had never been able to find him, I mentioned the strawberry milkshakes and his face dropped.
'Amy you said your brother went missing that morning'
'y-yes?'
'and the milkshakes tasted funny...'
'y-yeah.'
'... Amy.'
'Evan.'
'... Am-'
'oh.'
A deafening silence fell over the room and my stomach churned thinking I had drank my own brother. I could sense the awkwardness thickening so I looked up at him and asked the only question I could think of.
'H-have you e-ever had a-a ni-nic-nickname befor-re?'
... Seriously?
'Yeah I guess...'
'w-what was i-it?'
'Crybaby.'
'oh. D-damn my ba-ad.'
'have you ever had one?'
'no. N-no frie-ends, no ni-nic-nickname.'
'I could give you one. Like twig.'
'.. r-rude.'
'okay my bad my bad'
I cross my arms and roll my eyes-.... Roll my eye.
'Hm... Amez... That's too basic, your weirder than that'
'D-dude!!'
'Okay!!' He laughed and nudged my arm. 'How about... A-Star? Your eye patch is a star and the A comes from your name.'
'A-star? ... How on earth did he come up with that.'
I thought, but the nickname was actually quite nice, stars are very pretty, I liked spotting the first star in night walks with Avery when we needed to get away from our mother for a while, a remembrance of her and a sick nickname, I'm down.
'S-sure, so-ounds cool'
'Alright! A-star it is I guess'