Michael sits alone at the park, not paying attention to his younger siblings at all, even though he's supposed to be looking out for them.

The thirteen year old traces patterns on his skateboard before getting bored and leaning back against the tree he's sitting up against and letting out a deep sigh.

He hates having to babysit because his dumb father is too busy with work to spend time with his own kids.

A Foxy mask rests on the side of his head, hiding the messy hair underneath.