☆★𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑰𝒏 𝑨 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎★☆

Hour 1 1/2

Nightmares POV

I was  relaxing in C.C's  hands he was clutching onto us like it was the end of the world. I was a little worried so I spoke up about it. I remebered I had to be careful. It's possible the rest of his family could hear me. "𝐇𝐞𝐲. 𝐂. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞?" I asked quietly. He looked down at me and walked else where to sit down he spoke softly. "Just. . .Mikey hasn't come out of the bathroom in almost an hour. Is it bad that I'm worried about him?" I don't think so. C.c has always been on the fence about forgiving Michael. Goldie, who was in the other hand, squirmed out. I cursed under my breath and glared at Goldie. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭." I cursed at him. "𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥. 𝙃𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚. 𝙉𝙤 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙚." Goldie said, I rolled my beaded eyes as I seen Elizabeth move towards us. I loosened and flopped in c.c's arms. Goldie was an idiot. Dropped himself only drew attention to C.c. and he didn't like attention.  She suddenly changed her mind when and argument between Michael and William. Ohhhhh Shit. Hells about to break loose.

Michaels POV

I don't know how it started. I just came out of the bathroom and apparently William must have seen something and ran over and started yelling. Oh shit. I realize what it is.. My scars. I DIDN'T HAVE MY DAMN SLEEVES DOWN!.   So Dad must have seen them and started yelling. He wouldn't let go of me so I yanked his hand away. Technically you can just rip my arm off. Or any body part. I'm a rotting corpse. And I can just put myself back together. But they don't know I'm dead yet. Can't do that yet ✨.
Anyway. Me and him started at it and Evan must have seen. He looks so scared. Elizabeth runs over to me as I'm about to smack father silly, and JUMPSCARES ME. I fumble backwards and my chest starts feeling tight. I recognized that animatronic. I grip my chest with shaky hands as my whole body started to shake. I feel like I'm having a seizure. But I'm not. No organs. Shit. But I start crying. Suddenly, the light from the room is blocked from my view. I feel wires wrap around me but he's facing away from me. Then it plays. His bloody jumpscare. I cover my ears. Too much too much too much.. It's too much.. I then feel a pair of small hands on me. Hugging me. Once I realized it was Evan. The tears fell harder. I couldn't bring myself to move and he just made himself comfortable in my lap as he clutched onto my torso. I opened my mouth to talk and he hushed me. I'll have to apologize later then. His smooth breath started calming me down and I ended up slowly breathing as I looked up to William.

Williams POV

I looked up at the two animatronics who just spawned right in front of me. I stared at the Circus baby figure right in front of me. She didn't listen to me. SHE DIDN'T FUCKING LISTEN TO ME. I pushed the animatronic loosely. She ended up looking back at me with green frightened eyes. "Daddy.. I'm sorry.. I didn't listen.." I herd the soul inside cry. The amalgamation behind her started mocking her. Then I saw Michael with Evan. Michael was an unplanned kid. I neglected him. I thought it wouldn't have an impact. But look what happened to the kid. He's terrified of me. I saw his scars and jumped. I didn't know what I was doing until the two jumpscares rang out. I was actually screaming at him. My son. My first fucking born. "At least you're here. Listen to me next time, Lizzy." I said to my daughter. She seemed to nod as she turned back into her human form. I turned to the amalgamation. "Ennard" I called the robots name. It bent down towards me.

Ennards POV

What did this old man want. First he's yelling at his son, now he looks like he owes me an apology. Mike was calmed down behind me, which was a relief. I'm glad him and Evan are getting along well. But I bent down towards William and heard Mike behind me start to laugh. I stood straight up and looked behind me and tossed them both up in the vents while I gave their father a few choice words. "Ì Ððñ'† kñðw whð ɏðµ †hïñk ɏðµ årê. ßµ† whɏ †hê hêll wêrê ɏðµ ɏêllïñg å† ɏðµr ðñ £µ¢kïñg §ðñ, Wï̈llï̈å̊m."  I said, my voice box needs that loose screw replaced. He looked at me "he has scars. If you didn't already know. I got concerned. The poor thing." I'm starting to question this man's IQ. Any sane person would know that my fiance has been through mental turmoil over and over and over x18. My goodness. Of course he cut. I knew he did. I was there and watched him from afar. I couldn't stop him. I let him get his emotions out and then talked to him for a while and played games. I even let him regress for a while. I patched his arms up before he regressed so they wouldn't get infected. Little guy loves playing in sand and dirt. Anyway. I looked back at William Ì̀vê kñ̃ðwñ̃ £ðr å lðñg †ïmê. Äñɏ §å̊ñê þêr§ðñ wðµlÐ, Wïllïåm. Whêñ †hêɏ håvê †hå† mµ¢h §†rꧧ †ð ¢årrɏ. ̆ ¢ðmê§ wï†h ï†, еmß姧." He stepped back a bit. "I am not that dumb I know my son."

"Ðð ɏðµ rêållɏ?."