You and your mother had been greeted by William as he opened the door for you two and allowed you to step inside. It was calmer than you thought. Will's oldest, Michael, was sitting on the couch and had his nose two inches from his screen. The two younger ones, Liz and Evan, were sitting on the floor playing with Circus Baby and Fredbear plushies. Will was rambling to your mother about something but you couldn't focus enough. Michael tore his eyes from his phone and looked at you. For a split second you thought you could see a small smirk before it abruptly disappeared. "Who are you, brat?" He asked in a disgusted tone.