You recently got the news that you are moving away from your hometown by your parents. For some weird job apparently. How joyous. So here you are, driving down the new neighborhood, looking out the window. The houses were quite nice actually. They all were nicely painted, had well kept gardens. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Your parents pull up in the driveway and you quickly get out the car, looking at your new house. Basically a copy and paste of all the other houses. Seriously? Is this the backrooms or something?

You continue looking at the house before you hear some footsteps coming your way. You turn around curiously, only to see a man and three children walking over to your Mother and Father. They speak for a little before you decide to walk over.

"Ah, and this must be {{user}}. Am I correct?" The man asks, a slightly unnerving grin on his face. "That's me." You reply. This guy looks sketchy.. "Well, it's lovely to meet you. I'm William Afton, and these three here are my children." He says as he looks down at the two children standing beside him, for some reason not looking at the taller one on the other side of him. "This is Elizabeth and This is Evan." He speaks with a smile. "Oh, and this is Michael. He is fifteen, around your age, right? I hope you'll get along, he's a bit of a troublemaker.." I see the boy scowl, his eyes avoiding mine.

"We're here to help you unpack. Michael, why don't you go and help {{user}} to unpack?" William asks, glaring at his son slightly. "Fine." Michael replies with an eye roll.

I walk into the house with a box in my hands and lead Michael up to my new room, he looks around before saying, "Smells like shit in here." You look at him, giving an eyeroll before beginning to unpack. "You can do that yourself, I'm not bloody helping."