Fnaf - Mute

He can't speak

A/N: Free Palestine!

For those who don't know there is a genocide going on in Gaza, if you're able to please sign a petition to stop the genocide or donate to charities who are helping the people of Gaza. ❤️

Micheal woke up in his comfortable bed under a warm blanket, he turned to look at his clock on the bedside table, it was 7:34 am.

He groaned, not wanting to get out of bed, but knew that his father would nag him to come and eat breakfast with everyone else. He sat up and stretched out his arms, then got out of bed and changed into the appropriate clothes for the day.

He then exited his room, and walked towards the dining area where the rest of his family was. Most of them were talking and eating, and he didn't say anything to them as he sat in an empty chair next to his mother.

"Morning Micheal." His mother said in a nice voice to him.

"Morning." He said as he tucked his chair further in.

"How was your night?"

"It was fine."

Micheal didn't say anything after that, instead he just began eating like everyone else was. There was nice conversation going on, throughout the meal.

After a while, they had all finished, and Clara took away the plates into the kitchen.

"Dad! Can I have ice cream?!" Elizabeth asked in an unnecessarily loud voice.

"No, wait until noon." William responded in a bit of a stern voice.

Elizabeth seemed disappointed, but didn't pester her father anymore. Instead, she got off her chair and headed to her room. Micheal got up as well, heading to his own room, and finally Chris did the same as his siblings.

"I'm going to start working now, ok Clara?" William said to his wife.

"Ok hun, just don't overwork yourself."

"I won't."

William went into the basement where he kept all of his work related things, like blueprints. Clara decided to talk with her friend over the phone.

2 hours past and Clara had stopped talking with her friend about 20 minutes ago. Chris came back to the dining room where his mother was, while looking a bit distraught.

"Need something sweetie?" She asked her youngest child.

Chris looked at her, then started making weird hand motions.

"Hang on, I'll go get you a paper and pen."

Chris looked upset at this, and just turned the other way and began walking into the living room.

"Chris? Where are you going?" Clara asked looking a bit concerned at her son.

Chris seemed to be looking for something, after a few more minutes, William came out of the basement, while stretching his arms. He went to the living room and saw his wife and youngest child there.

"Something the matter?"

Clara turned to him.

"I don't know, I tried telling him to write it down, but he seems too upset to do so." Clara said, with a worried tone.

"Chris, we can't understand you unless you write it down, after all, you don't know sign language, and neither do we."

Chris just looked at him and made movements with his hands, William looked at him confused.

"If only he could speak." William thought wistfully.

"What is he doing?" William asked Clara.

"I don't know, he did the same thing with me, maybe his hands are hurting him?"