My Art Book

Two In One (Uncolored)

This drawing can work for two ideas I've had over the past few days.
One is Keon getting deaged (can be read through A Burst Of Thunder And A Flash Of Lightning which will be published a bit later).
Another was an AU where Keon was born way earlier than he was in his origin story which I have decided to call "Uncle Freddy".

Since I already plan on writing a one shot of the deaging, I'll put the Uncle Freddy AU one here!

Keon will be a little older than a year old in order for his backstory to still work smoothly. And I got the more fatherly nature of Freddy from a fanfic I read.

"Thanks so much for babysitting on such short notice, Fred," Marsha said quickly as she set the diaper bag next to his feet. She gave him a look. They both knew 'babysitting' wasn't an appropriate term considering Keon was his kid, but neither could express that unless they wanted their separate families to find out about their dirty little secret.
Freddy smiled a bit to keep the act going, he couldn't do that, not with Katherine a few mere feet away from them, "Oh its no trouble, Marsh, pipsqueak here is always good for his Uncle Freddy, and I'm sure Kat will enjoy the playmate."
Hearing her name, the young girl hopped up, excitedly, going to her father's side to look at the baby who was preoccupied with chewing on the plastic toy keys he clutched in his chubby little hands.
Marsha offered a fake smile and nodded, "Oh I'm sure," she put her hands on her knees, "Katherine is a sweet little thing, I'm sure Keon will enjoy his time with her," she then straightened back up, "and he just adores his Uncle, don't you baby," she cooed grabbing Keon's attention.
The baby boy gave a delighted squeal and a cheerful, "Mamamamama!"
Marsha smiled a bit more and walked to the door waving to the three in the room, "I'll be back to get him tomorrow!" she called as she left.
Freddy sighed a bit at that, smile falling. He knew this was really the only way he'd see his son but Loretta wasn't fond of getting woken up at early hours of the morning and Freddy could agree to that, but he refused to let that stop him from interacting with his son. Even if he was infuriated of Marsha simply using him for free babysitting, knowing Freddy wanted to see the tyke.
He looked down to his two children and smiled gently, his pride and joys, really the only children he could tolerate. They somehow made his anger disappear, just slightly. He sighed softly and looked at the clock and nodded, "Well, let's get you both something to eat," he was grateful Keon was finally big enough to have solid foods, it made things a lot easier.
After a simple dinner of macaroni and cheese, he let the children play and after, bed time. It was all going just fine, Freddy was just about out of the home to do some late night "hobbies". He knew it was raining but it made it harder for his prey to get away. He was a few steps from the door until there was a clap of thunder, followed by a wail. Freddy groaned under his breath, rubbing his face with the hand without the claws.
He looked towards the stairs a moment before slipping the glove off, and stalking up there to the spare room that the crib resided in.
He approached it, sure enough seeing Keon now standing up and holding onto the rails, tears rolling down his cheeks.
He sighed tiredly but scooped the baby up, bouncing him gently, "Hey, pipsqueak, hey.... no need to cry.... none at all. Dad- er Uncle Freddy's here," he mumbled catching his slip up. Keon whimpered pitifully, clinging to Freddy's sweater for dear life. Freddy sighed again, this would have him running late, but he knew he had to deal with it, "Cmon, let's see if a bottle will help you."
He carried Keon to the kitchen, relieved the crying was at least over. He started pouring in the milk and such, still bouncing the baby. Afterwards, he settled into his arm chair, gently holding the bottle for him, and while Keon took the bottle well, he didn't seem to be getting anymore tired, especially each time there was a flash of lightning or a boom of thunder.
"Alright, this isn't working," Freddy muttered, thinking of what else could get his secret son to sleep. His eyes fell on a family photo of him, Loretta, and Katherine making his mind drift off to when she was much younger, he perked up as an idea hit him, standing up and retrieving a fairy tale book. He settled back down with Keon in one arm, still nursing the bottle, and the book in the other hand, reading quietly but aloud as the storm raged on, but neither was bothered by it.