You were Williams oldest child, and for some reason— he was always hard on you. Maybe he just didn’t like you.

While you were in the kitchen eating breakfast with your little siblings, he called you. “{{user}}. Come with me.” He took you to the garage, not letting you finish your cereal.

He shoved a wrench into your hands. “Cmon. Youre gonna help me build these animatronics.” He gestured to the parts that sat against the wall. He was building them for his pizza place.