Spook_Cheese

Part two of the sneak peak since it was too long to put into one announcement all together.
          
          I knew my heart would be having a seizure if I still had one.
          "You mean the two children you abandoned?" I ask lowly, not facing the man behind me.
          "How is that anyway to speak to your father?"
          I gripped the PVC pipe, turning on my heel and landing a solid connection between his temple and my pipe. He stumbled to the side, his wheelchair nowhere in sight. I pushed my confusion back and glared at him.
          "You are not my father. You never were, and never will be."
          He straightened, leveling me with a gentle look that pooled rage into my chest like boiling lava.
          "I regret the past decisions I made, but I'm ready to be a better father."
          I wanted to kill him, abolish his face with the pipe until he was unrecognizable, until his blood was covering my hands and the ground below us, but it wouldn't do any good. I need to really hurt him. Mentally. Scar his heart through words. He's clearly used to physical pain. I thought frantically what could hurt him mentally, hurt his heart, hurt his dignity. And I knew exactly what would work.
          

Sneak peak for what I have in mind for my FNaFxBNHA crossover. (this'll happen further into the book, maybe fifteen or twenty chapters in)
          
          I don't know what emotion was stronger, rage, or the-urge-to-punch-him-in-the-face. After decades of being assumed as dead, here he stands...sitting in a damn wheelchair. No matter how dark his crescent shaped bruises looked under his eyes, I still held no pity for his poor condition of looking exhausted, hurt, and pale physic. I was about ready to tear out the PVC pipe running its length through my torso and go full whack-a-mole on his face.
          There were muffled sounds of panic and something was tugging at my shirt frantically. I was across a whole miniature world, under a glass dome with my classmates huddling behind me while I held a stare down with my long-thought-to-be-dead father. I was glad my siblings weren't here. It would cause a whole new issue with questions and accusations.
          I finally tore my gaze away from the paralyzed man who I no longer called Father, locking my eyes with a widened pair of green opals, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
          Midoriya was shifting his hands around the aura of the PVC pipe sticking out of my torso, hyperventilating badly.
          I knew I needed to calm him down and get everyone out, if my father was here, they were all going to be in major trouble. That man should be dead, and yet, he looks like the last I saw him all those decades ago.
          I grabbed the pipe, pulling it out of my body with a sucking sound. Midoriya nearly fainted when I pulled the pipe out, a quiet moan of disgust followed by a gag. He forced himself to look away and my classmates pulled me and Midoriya back.
          "Michael!"
          I felt all of my joints lock up, fear stilling all the gears in my body.
          "How are my other two children? Where is C.C.? My sweet Elizabeth?"