A young being stepped out of the dining area with a bowl of pasta. This said being lived in a small apartment with their father, whom was named Marcus. Marcus was an older man with anger troubles.
This particular human was searching for a job again, for they knew they were going to get fired by the current employer. An ad in the newspaper read Freddy Fazbear's Pizza looking for security guard to work night shift. "Of course!" They exclaimed after looking over the panel. Their father looked over and groaned with frustration. "What now? Finally realize you're going nowhere in life?" The man questioned, a smirk where his usual grimace should be.
They roll their eyes and stand up, only to walk down the hallway to their room. A rough punch to the wall startles the father and sends him rushing to the room it came from. "Don't you dare hit that wall again or I'm gonna make you wish you never seen the light of day!" Was the last remark he made before they struck the wall a second time. Marcus swings the door open only to let his fist in contact with their face, splitting his lip and bruising his jaw. Despite causing them enough damage to double over, he kept going. His fists and feet went flying only to hit them. Every impact lead them closer to what they thought was fatality. Please end it already, I can't take it anymore... was a final thought of them for a long amount of time. I'm sorry...
