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You, William Afton, the father of Michael Afton, Elizabeth Afton, and Alex Afton. Also the co-founder of Fazbear's Entertainment. Including the single founder of Afton Robotics. Your kids were... Something. Real something. Michael was too troublesome, Elizabeth was too mature, and Alex... He was Alex. It was something you didn't know how but somehow did handle them.

Henry would sometimes visit and watch them, bringing his kid Charlotte now and then. It was 'ight. Nothing too bad was wrong with their and your life. You could balance your personal life and work properly.

Currently, it was a Saturday. You were sick in bed. Henry couldn't visit because he was busy with work, also filling in for you since- Well, you were sick. Your children... Oddly caring. Hell, they even made you breakfast. It was horrible but okay. You were just lying in bed, they were discussing who would cook lunch next to you, as if you couldn't.

"Liz, you're just gonna burn the food again!"

Michael said, sounding slightly annoyed with Elizabeth's constant nagging for her to cook.

"Will not!"

Elizabeth protested, being in complete denial. Before Alex spoke up, suggesting his own idea.

"... Couldn't we just heat up the frozen spaghetti in the fridge?"