All Is Hell, In The Afton Family.

02

Noah wanders into the woods frequently. It was actually something he'd do almost everyday. Even in winter, or after a big football game. It never really bothered him. There was nothing there for him, no good view, or a good hiding place. It just seemed nostalgic to him, made him feel safe.

Though, he hasn't visited his safe place in 3 days. Which was rare for him. As he bushes some branches back out of his face he feels weird. Something wasn't right, he thought. As he keeps walking he hears mumbles. "Hey, who's there?" He says loudly, stepping on some branches to get to the person.

When he finally reaches the man, he looks at him over his shoulder. "Hm, is something wrong?" The man asks with an oddly smooth voice. "Nah, no- not really. But this place isn't known. Haven't seen you here before." Noah says looking at the dark haired brunette.

The man's eyes slightly shift to look at Noah. "Just moved here," Noah nods, "I guess he was just checking out the area." Noah thought. Noah couldn't deny the man's weird aura. Even though he hasn't been rude, or anything, his presence had Noah feel different.

"How old are you, kid." The man questions fully, turning around with a wide smile. Noah shifted his gaze eyeing the man. Noah always did that with new people, he eyed them to see if he could take them in a fight. Though it was odd, Noah's done it since he could remember. "15, why?"

Noah mumbles, the man smiles and gives a hearty laugh. "I'm running a business, a pizzeria. I need some help. You look like a strong young man, smart one at that. I was wondering if you were looking for a job." The man gives a reassuring smile. "Uhm, yeah, maybe. But- ion' really know you." Noah states. "Oh, my apologies! How rude of me," He says with an awkward laugh.

"Dave," He says loudly, "Dave Miller." Noah's eyes shift. Miller was a common last name, he wasn't too surprised at that matter. "Noah -Noah Miller." He says, eyeing the suspense man.

"Oh! Would you look at that!; What a coincidence!" He said with a wide toothy grin. He grins, acting joyfully about them having the same last name.

Noah hummed and nodded. "Do you have a card, so I can meet at your work? It's kind of weird meeting you in the field." Dave's eyes narrow. And he nods, listening to Noah. "Ah, you're right." He says, putting his hand in his pocket giving Noah a card.

Noah looks down at the white card with a number and address on it. He hums, glancing back up at the man raising an eyebrow. Flipping the card over, and reading the back. "Freddy Fazbear's Diner," He mumbles. Looking back up at Dave.

He puts the card back into his pocket. "Thanks," He mumbles. "Why were you out here anyway?" Noah asks. Dave's eyes close eyeing Noah weirdly. "Just taking out some rubbish." He says with a low voice.

Noah hums uncomfortably. "Hm,- is that so," He says, running his tongue along his bottom lip. Looking at the man with a confused look. Not believing the man. "Yeah, I'll stop by tomorrow after school."

Noah says, turning around and walking away. He turns back to ask Dave what time exactly would be okay. But when Noah looks he's gone. The breeze runs through his body. He feels a chill run up his spine, he shudders. "Old hag," He scoffs. Taking the card out of his pocket. Looking over it as he walked out of the field.
***
Michael walked in his home. It seemed quieter than usual. His eyes narrow around looking at the couch, seeing his younger sister's sleeping figure. He pats her leg gently and she grumbles. "Ellie, you shouldn't sleep here," Michael tells her. She nods, with closed eyes. Her eyes flutter open. "Mhn. Okay,." She yawns, nodding her head. "-I'll head to my room." She mumbles.

Michael nods, standing back up straight. "I'll make some dinner around 5." He speaks in a hushed voice as he walks out of the living room. He walks into his room, setting his bag down and flopping face first onto the bed. He used his own feet to kick off his shoes. "Agh," He groans loudly.

A small knock is heard on his door. "Hm?" He hums loudly whilst his face is nuzzled into the pillow. "I- I heard y-you were fix-fixing d-dinner. What are y-you making?" Evan stutters out. He had a fluency disorder. At least that's what the doctors believed. Evan told them it was from lack of sleep.

Michael rolled his head slightly to the side, looking over at the younger boy. He hid behind the doorway. Like a lost puppy with their tail tucked between their legs. Michael softly scoffed. "Toasties," Michael says, referring to grilled cheese. Eyeing his brother, then snuggling his head back into the pillow.

Evan doesn't say anything else. He walks away from the older one's room.
***
Michael softly groaned, shuffling in his bed. His eyes slowly opened. Adjusting to the dim room. His gaze shifts to his clock. "5:12 PM." It read. He sits up, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. "Bloody hell," He murmurs, his eyes narrowing. He just slept but he felt as if he cried the whole day, as his eyes felt so heavy and tiring.

He stumbles out of bed. What he thought was an empty kitchen, but there sat his younger sister on the counter. Getting a toaster, some cheese, and bread out. He placed some cheese on the between two pieces of bread and laid them in the toaster.

Elizabeth watches him with a big grin. He looks at her through the corner of his eye. "Need somethin'?" He says in a soft voice. Looking back at the bread in the toaster slowly turning brown. "Daddy said he'll make me something from his robot shop!" Elizabeth grins enthusiastically.

Michael's eyes narrow as he turns his head to face the young girl. "Did he now?" Michael says confused. "Mhn! He said he's been working on three, three pizza places! He said one will be inspired by me and mum!" He grins, sitting down and showing him a blueprint of what seemed like a wide clown with two small pigtails on her head. Holding a microphone. His eyes widen at the blueprint. "Liar!" His thoughts screamed.

"What?" Michael mumbles looking at the blueprint. Grabbing it out of her small hand. "Hey!," Elizabeth yells. Michael scans the blueprint. Bringing it up closer to his eyes.

He walks out of the room and heads to the garage where his father usually stays working on projects. "Dad!" Michael says barging in. William's eyes narrow. The man and his friend Henry look up at the young boy. "Good evening Michael," Henry said with an awkward smile.

William rolls his eyes. "How many times have I told you not to barge into my space, boy?" William says sternly. Michael gulps, feeling a lump in his throat. "You already almost have three of those shitty pizzeria's up?!" Michael yells, throwing down the blueprint. Williams' eyes shift down to it.

"That's where that went." William says under his breath. Slowly his eyes trail but up to Michael. "Yes." William says, not seeing the problem. "If we just moved here how the hell would you have accomplished that?" Michael asks angrily.

"Business trips," William states, crossing his arms. Frustrated with his son annoying him. Michael scoffs. "And using stupid promises to get us to accept your stupid fantasies of this pizzeria?" He yells.

"Elizabeth has always liked the idea of it, so I don't understand where your head is at." William says with more anger in his voice. Henry's eyes shift around the room. Wanting to leave as he felt this wasn't his place to sit here and watch. Henry walked out of the garage.

"Because you're her father! You could kill someone and she'd still love you!" Williams' eyes trail off. As Michael speaks up again. "You use that to your advantage," Michael taunts.

"Saying you're going to build all of this. You hate children." Michael says, trying to get his father to speak. But William just stares at his oldest son. With an unreadable expression. "What are you trying to do here?" Michael says. "What are you trying to do here, William?" Michael says again.

William finally speaks up, crossing his arms. "Something that'll help this family. You should thank me." Michael rolls his eyes. Shaking his head. Tightening his grip on the blueprint. "You use your job as a pathetic excuse to neglect us. More pizzeria's will give you even more excuses." Michael grumbles, looking down at the blueprint. Circus baby.

"Stop using your family to your advantage for a sick reality." Michael says. Holding the blueprint he turns to leave. "Wake up," He tells William as he slams the door. Walking past Henry. Henry gulps looking around. "Bloody hell," Henry murmurs.