"How is he?"
"Jeremy?"
"Yeah, how's he doing?"
"He's... understandably shaken. I don't even think he knows what happened, besides the fact that he was shoved into the oven."
"It was William, right?"
"..."
"Mike, your dad disappeared after everything that happened today. Phones are flying off of the hooks- I've had to lie to over thirty people in person in just the last hour. No one knows what's happening. Heck, I don't know what the heck is happening.
"I don't know, Scott. I really don't know..."
"That yellow bear suit-"
"What about it?"
"That one started moving around today, it and all of the other older models. The others are creeped out by it."
"Understandable."
"And... the bunny, the golden one? Someone moved it."
"I'll... be right back."
"Mike? Where are you going?"
"It's fine, Scott. I just... need to go check on something."
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We're always hiding something, aren't we, William.
"Of course. But that's always the best part of this game, wouldn't you agree?"
I'm not sure this is what I'd call a game. But, to each their own.
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Eyes of Purple
FanfictionNot every story is told as it should be. Not every monster means to be one. And not every family is functional. Meet the Aftons. William. Michael. Father and Son. Murderer, and Savior. This is their legacy. ...
