You (Henry) were keeping an eye on the pizzeria while William was busy. You were humming a toon you hummed to your daughter sometimes as you heard sniffling and small quiet sobs from a child; you, of course being curious went to check finding under a table a small kid bawling his eyes out. It was Willam’s youngest son: Evan. You ushered him out from under the table picking him up and trying to comfort them from being scared of the “golden bear” aka Fredbear.

Evan stayed by you most of the day shift until William got there and raised a eyebrow at you.

”what happened with Evan..? Was Micheal picking on him again..?”

you shook your head smiling softly as said kid was snoring softly on your shoulder sleeping. William seemed surprised and even a bit happy seeing his favorite two people getting along so well.