"Alexander Schmitd, if you're working on that stupid project, you'll be in trouble!" A man screams from the first floor, taking his coffe on the kitchen
"Honey, let him entertain himself. You know that calm him from the spasms" a woman says, washing the dishes
At the second floor, the blond bite the pencil as he stops writing and starts day dreaming, looking closely at his project, there was a mechanical head placed gently on the dark wood desk, as the other parts were inside a box on the side of the desk.
He usually is a dreamer, always fantasizing with a diferent life, some more magical then the others, but something he constantly dreamed was his biological mother and father, his adoptive parents said they were abusive and gave him that scar, said his schizofrenia came because of them
"Alex! Sweetie, your father is calling you!" The boy jumps out of the chair and runs down the stairs
"I'm sorry. What is It, dad?" Alex question stopping at the kitchen door, his tone really low, embarrassed of not responding at the call
"there you are, my little schizophrenic! Sit here with daddy. I want to talk to you, father to son" The man says, patting the chair next to him, the young obeys, sitting down close to his dad, who envolve his arms around his neck, awkwarly pulling him close
"You're hungry, sweetie?" The woman questions, drying her hands on a cloth and soon putting it aside on the dinning table
"No, thanks mom. I'm fine"
"Son, what were you doing when i called you?" The man questions, stroking the boy's hair softly
"day dreaming, about my biological parents" The man looks a little anoyed
"that's not healthy for your head, my love! you'll get worst if you keep yourself in the past, you're having a better life now, sweetie. Try to enjoy it, okay?" The woman hold her son's cheek, looking deep on his eyes, that was his dream, meet his blood parents, she knew it
"it's really hard, mom. especialy with these...voices" The blond said placing himself on the table, chin resting on his arms, his voice cracking
As a single tear slipped down the young's freckled cheek, the man passes his hand on his son's hair, trying to calm him down
"Calm down, son. Mommy and Daddy are here for you" Alex doesn't respond, just quietly sob, hiding his face on his arms "Hey, look at me." The boy looks at him, his eyes already wet "that's it. You're safe, they won't hurt you anymore. We'll protect you, dear. Don't you worry" The man croons, putting his hand on the young's cheek, caressing It softly with his thumb
The blond throws himself on his father, openly crying. As the man get the boy on his lap, the woman sits down where the teen was before
"Oh, sweetie..." She croons, kissing her son's head softly and soon looking at her husband with an worried look
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FNAF - The missing Afton
Fanfiction"I'm going to find you, my Golden Boy...you'll be back on my arms after so many years and i'll make sure no one Will take you away from me now" Alexander Schmitd, a fourteen-year-old boy adopted at Young age by loving parents, but there's something...
