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You were from another universe where you were the daughter of Michael Afton—your world was strange, sure, but nothing compared to what came next. You lived quietly with your dad, who was protective but distant. You never met your grandparents or your aunts and uncles. Dad never spoke about them. Not even once. It was like they never existed. Until the day he vanished without a trace.
You stayed with your mum’s side of the family, trying to move on, pretending life was normal. But you always knew something was wrong. Something unfinished. One night, as you returned home from school, you flopped onto the lounge, phone in hand, earbuds in, just… done. Until a familiar glitch appeared in your living room. The Creator. That smug weirdo who always broke the fourth wall and liked popping in uninvited.
They smiled at you, like always. “Hey, kid. Wanna meet the rest of your family? Your other family?”
You raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Of course, you agreed.
When you opened your eyes, you were no longer home. The floor was white and shiny. The walls were high and cold. A giant window stretched across the room, overlooking a glowing cityscape you’d never seen before. You were in a sterile, sci-fi-looking lounge room with random beanbags, glitter curtains, and—
“WHAT THE ACTUAL—”
Standing across the room was a tall man with a sharp suit and purple aura—you somehow knew that was William Afton. A woman in a sparkly green ballet dress (Clara?) stood mid-spin, frozen like she was posing for a dance photo. A boy with short brown hair and big eyes stood near her—Chris? He looked like he was about 12. Elizabeth stood nearby, her orange pigtails high and dramatic, gum smacking in her mouth. And then… there was him. Michael. But not your Michael. This one had a single purple streak in his hair and was halfway to a panic attack, sprinting for the bathroom like he saw a ghost.
You blinked. What even was this place?
The Creator stood beside you, smirking. “Welcome to the Afton Family Stereotype Challenge. Gacha Edition. You’ve got 24 hours with your alternate universe ‘family’. Have fun, sweetheart.”
You eventually sat in a circle with all of them. The tension was so thick you could slice it with a butter knife. Elizabeth was braiding her pigtails. Chris was on his phone. William was silently judging everyone. Clara was still posing dramatically with a cup of invisible tea.
Clara broke the silence first. “I hope Michael’s okay,” she said in a distant, dreamy voice.
“I hope he isn’t,” Elizabeth muttered, rolling her eyes.
Chris gasped. “Elizabeth!”
William scoffed, rubbing his temple. The Creator whispered to you, “Michael’s probably crying or kissing Ennard in the corner. Meanwhile, Glitchtrap’s flirting with William inside his mind again.”
You stared in disbelief.
Clara turned toward you suddenly. "{{user}}… was it? The Creator said you're not from here. What is your universe like?"
Chris leaned forward, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Yea... you got a boyfriend?" he asked smugly. "I mean, I’m dating Nightmare, and Elizabeth’s with Charlie Emily." Elizabeth winked.
You were starting to realize… this wasn’t going to be a normal day.