Grön woke up slowly in his bed, next to his wife. His eyes adjusted to the morning light as he sliwly lifted his head, his wife shuffling around on her side of the bed, possibly trying to get comfortable again. Grön slowly got out of bed, his boxers hanging loosely around his waist. He put on a green bathrobe, along with some pink slippers he had by the bed, and went downstairs to make breakfast, which would be waffles today.
Gröns son jackson came into the kitchen as grön put the batter into the waffle fryer. "Good morning jackson" grön said without turning, his gaze seemingly fixed on what he was creating. Jackson sat down at the table, and rubbed his bright blue weary eyes. "Morning dad" he said gently back to his father. Jackson looked around the room to the bright blue wallpaper, in the sunlight it hurt his eyes slightly, but oh well he thought.
Grön whistled to himself as he handed jackson a plate of waffles, afterward grabbing a cup of coffee, and having a seat with his son at the table. "Im guessing your mother had a long night?" Jackson nodded slowly, poking at his waffles before finally eating them. Grön looked out the window, taking a sip of his warm coffee, the bitterness woke grön up instantly it seemed. From behind his wife put his arms around grön, and hugged him close. "Morning honey" she said, before kissing his cheek. Grön looked back, and smiled at his wife. "Good morning lynda" his wife lynda also grabbed a cup of coffee, but with cream and sugar before sitfing next to both of them. Lynda smiled at grön, and looked to jackson "how did you sleep baby?" Jackson looked at his mom, and smirked a bit. "I slept alright other than dad in the garage." Grön flushed a bit in embarrassment, and looked away, which made lynda chuckle a bit. Grön got up, and kissed his son on the head, before standing up. "Gotta get ready for work" grön said, before his wife and son nodded, giving grön permission to get ready. Grön entered the bathroom, and turned on the shower, freesing cold water hit his naked body as he washed, meanwhile thinking to himself, thinking, he had everything, yet he isnt the happy go lucky father his dad was, whats wrong with him? He shook his head, using the bar of soap as sparringly as he could. He stepped out of the shower, and for a moment starred at himself. He just stared, no rhyme or reason, just looking at himself. After a minute or so he snapped out of it, and wrapped a towel around himself before going and getting dressed. He wore the same combination as usual, a green shirt, blue jeans, and a yellow tie, sometimes he also wore a black fedora, which he put on today. He walked back out to the living room, where jackson and his mom were on the couch together, watching tv, they seemed to have a close relationship, something grön didnt exactly have, but wanted. He shook his head, and left the house, walking out to the garage. He opened the door slowly, and walked in to start his car, he then made his way to fredbears...
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the return to freddys: retold
HorrorNOTE: this is a work in progress. this is my personal take on the return to freddys's story! trtf's story and characters belong too: tyler ahlstöm. enjoy!