Waking Up- The Real Stories begin

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Gregory Jackson. Age 12. Description: Bright beach blonde hair with bright baby blue eyes. Mother Mariah Jackson. A young boy that loved his mother dearly until his mother went into depression due to her husbands mysterious disappearance. He became a caretaker to his mother.

Mariah Jackson. Age unknown (I believe 34). Description: Bright blonde hair with bright emerald green eyes. Son Gregory Jackson. During childhood her father was a mechanic and create animatronic's for entertainment for children. Her Maiden name Mariah Afton, Father William Afton (also known as Vincent, the Purple Guy). After marrying Mr. Jackson, when Gregory turned 7 Mr. Jackson mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again. Going into Depression her son Gregory started to take care of her.

(Unknown)Jackson. Age unknown. Description: Unknown. Disappeared when Gregory turned 7 unexpectedly and with the case now called off as a cold-case and left untouched for 5 years.

Stacey Adams. Age 11. Description: Amber like blonde hair with medium bright emerald green eyes. Parents are unknown. 

Felix Aaron. Age 10. Description: Light Chocolate brown hair with azura blue eyes. Father Detective Fredrick Aaron. After mother died of cancer at the age of 7 he is left in the care of his father who works more than the time he is home with Felix. So he is mostly over at the neighbor's house until his father comes home.

Fredrick Aaron. Age unknown. Description: Unknown. A Detective known for taking cases for unsolved murders and missing persons especially with cases that involves children. 

Brandy Jones. Age 11. Description: Lavender purple hair with bright maroon eyes. Parents unknown. Being friends with Felix and a few others. Being raised in a violent household he mostly avoids going home and sleeps over at any friends house.

Amber Hickory. Age 8. Description: Blonde hair with dark, almost like purple, blue eyes. Parents unknown. Being the youngest of the bunch she is energetic and outgoing. She's the one that keeps the group smiling and happy.

Andrew Free. Age 10. Description: a bright redhead with light brown eyes, almost like honey colored eyes. Parent's unknown. After getting hit by a car known to a drunk driver Andrew lost his right eye and right arm. But he loved the pirate theme and often asked his parents for a lot of pirate themed objects and artifacts/ toys. 

William Afton. Age unknown. Description: Dark dirty brown hair with tinted white (purple) with dark brown pupils eyes. He built and created entertainment and owns several different factories now. Known as the Purple Guy to many due to him always wearing purple he takes proud in it and smiles to anyone who uses his nickname. 

A/N: The story takes place in first person point of view and mostly will be in Gregory's POV so I hope you enjoy Song: Nightcore-Begin Again

~Let the real story and fun begin~

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bang. Slamming my fist on the annoying alarm clock next to me. Wiping my eyes away the fairies sleeping sand crusted in my eyes. Pushing my covers off on me, walking over to my dresser I opened up my dresser third drawer to grab my favorite shirt. A plain long sleeve white dress-shirt with a golden yellow vest to pull over. Closing my third drawer and placed the two articles of clothing on the backside of the chair at my desk. Turning back to my dresser I opened the  fourth drawer down and grabbed my favorite pair of shorts, dark navy like blue shorts that end a inch after the knee. I placed the shorts on the chair as I reached up in the first drawer and grabbed a pair of white socks. Pulling my pj shirt over my head as the beeping sound of another alarm clock going off.

Sighing to myself I finished getting dressed. Mother, she's very ill, I try to help but nothing I am capable of doing is helping out with mother's sadness. Maybe I should call grandpa and tell him that mother isn't feeling any better than when father first disappeared. Opening my bedroom door I walked through the hallways until reaching mother's bedroom door to find that her bedroom door wide open. Mother was lying on her bed halfway covered and heavily sleeping, sighing again I walked into her room and started picking up the huge mess that was in her room. Placing her dirty laundry in the basket and placed the broken nicknack's in the trash and put the one's that didn't break back onto the shelves and walked over to the bedside and turning off the alarm.

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