Too Far to be noticed

Chapter One

I'm Michael Afton, First born son of the newly wed couple, William and Clara afton. It was inevitable that I was the center of their world. I considered myself a good child, and I was. After 3 years, when I was 4. Elizabeth was born, Father adored her. I see why too. She took up alot of my parents Time as well, so I guess this is kinda where the story begins, I'm around 11 years old, Elizabeth is 5. and mom. Is pregnant.

"Michael!" I heard someone call my name, a raspy english male voice, Who's owner, My father's voice. I put down my Foxy Plushie I was playing with in my room and got up onto my feet, using a hand to push my dark chestnut brown to black hair out of my eyes.

"I'll be right there father!" I called, my voice carrying a bit of the same accent as my father's. Guessing as to where my fathers voice came from, It was the room next to mine, My room had two doors, one door leading to the right hallway of the house and the other door leading to the bedroom next to mine, a shutter door between my closet and its, I considered that room the world inside my closet. But there was two doors on either side of that room. But to be Frank, That room and mine where the same size. I went into my closet and opened the stutters, my father painting the walls white with a grey-ish brown at the bottom. My father dressed in his favorite Purple Freddy Fazbears Uniform, My father being one of the collaborators to make the new project that him and Uncle Henry affectionately titled "The Fredbear and Spring Bonnie Friday Extravaganza" They where working on making Animatronics that only showed on the weekends. My father had the same hair as mine, Ever so slightly longer though however, and he has Pale green eyes as well as glasses on currently. My father always gets complimented saying he and I look so much alike, I dont see it but he agrees.

"Do you wanna help me out Mikey?" He asked grunting. I think for a second then respond

"Why are you painting the walls?" I ask, I admit now That I am not the smartest. I wasnt aware mom was pregnant at the time.

"didn't your mom tell you? Your getting a baby brother!" My father smiled at me. Gesturing at the newly placed crib in the room.

Unlike normal boys, I should've been ecstatic...but I wasnt. I just knew that my parents would pay even less attention to me. I stood idle for a moment before words escaped my lips.

"Oh rea---" before I could say a word a ginger haired, emerald eyed girl had stolen my time to speak, her running in the room. Pigtails adorning her head. A pink dress on her little body.

"I'm gonna get a little brother!?" The girl asked, Elizabeth, my little sister, she was beaming. My father smiled and picked the small girl up. I no longer felt like existing in the room at that point. I walked back to my room, closing the shutter doors behind me. I was hoping my father would've stopped me and called me back. But he didnt. I sat back down on my floor, picking up my favorite fox.

"Yar!! You'll never take yee booty!" I pretended the fox said, pulling out my freddy plush as well, making them fight with little paper swords I created.

"Oh please dont fight!" I pretended the Chica Plushie said. Mimicking a female voice.

"Chica my love!" Freddy said affectionately looking at his love bird.

"Yar she be mine land walker!" Foxy snarled at the bear. The bear and the fox continued to fight.

"You two need to stop the fighting and let the fair maiden choose!" Bonnie said confronting the scene, me imitating the nerdiest voice I could do.

"Aye choose" Foxy said looking at the chicken. Freddy, bonnie and Foxy looking at the chicken hopefully. The chicken looked on however.

"I choose----"

"PIZZA!!!!" I heard coming from the kitchen, I looked up from my toys, and got back up. "MICHAEL, WILLIAM, ELIZABETH, PIZZAS READY!!"

I went to the kitchen, looking at my mother, she had long wavy orange hair with beautiful blue eyes like mine, she wore a blue dress that showed her swollen stomach. I looked at her stomach then at her, she was smiling down softly at me with a motherly expression she always seemed to bear, she looked more exhausted with this smile however.

"I'm guessing your father told you Mikey..?" She asked, her voice like butter. I nodded, curiously placing my hand on her stomach..

"Mama..?" I didnt look up, Neither my father nor sister in the room yet.

"Yes Michael..?"

"Is this baby gonna hurt you like Elizabeth did when she was born too...?" I asked, finally making eye contact with her. She looked slightly taken back at my question but patted my head with a soft smile. Yet before she could open her mouth to respond the loudest orange ran in the room her arm up in the air

"PIZZZAAAAAA!!!" Elizabeth exclaimed ecstatically. Climbing in her seat, as my father calmly went over to my mother, kissing her on the cheek, grabbing the pizzas plate, then walking the kitchen table. I removed my hands from her stomach and sighed, once again my question being cut off.

"Michael..." It was my mom, I looked once more. "Mommy, is going to be okay, alright?"

I couldn't help but sigh and smile alittle.

"Thanks mom.." I grinned. She smiled back and started walking to the kitchen table as well, in witch I was last to follow suit. The beast known as Elizabeth siting there ready to eat.

"Daddy why cant we eat Ice cream for dinner!?"