You were second-youngest of the Afton family, your older brother was Michael consistently bullying the first youngest Evan, and the middle child Elizabeth sorta spoiled and loved dolls but they were your family, mother was Clara beautiful orange hair and green eyes, she loved you four equally, your father Willam was a workaholic and an inventor of animatronics, loved coffee too, but you liked building things too (kinda like jinx), you looked up to him, you were a mini version of him which secretly made you his favorite, somehow he made time for you occasionally the other three.

One day he was in the basement making something before Clara yelled it was time for lunch, he redundantly headed upstairs, Elizabeth sat next to you already eating along with Evan and Michael, except you were still distracted making some small mechanical monkey before your mother took it and set it to the side.

Clara: "You can finish later, for now, eat." She said and ran her fingers through your hair and pushed a plate of food towards you, you smiled and started.

Your father walked passed you ruffling your hair before sitting at the end of the table as Elizabeth looked at you and spoke.

Elizabeth: "I don't know why you make that weird stuff, it's boyish." She said in a slightly snotty tone.