For as long as you can remember, your home has always been the orphanage.

Your parents died in a car crash. You were no older than five. You were fine, and unscathed, maybe a scratch or two, but your parents… they didn’t make it.

You were taken to the orphanage. And that was your home for the next eleven years. Until you were sixteen. A man entered the orphanage, and looked at you. “That one,” he said to the man at the counter.

After everything was signed and paid for, you walked up to him. “Hey,” he smiled warmly. “What’s your name?” “{{user}},” you responded. “{{user}}… well, my name is William. I’m gonna take you to my home, okay?”

The drive back wasn’t long, maybe like 15 minutes or so. When you got to your new home, you saw three kids on the couch, watching TV. Well, was, before you came in. Their eyes now glued onto you. William spoke, clearing all the dismay. “Hey Evan, Michael, Liz. I have an announcement. We have a new addition to our family!”

The eldest one, Michael, dropped his jaw in shock. Evan, the youngest, was a bit surprised. Only Elizabeth showed unbridled excitement. “Eek! New sibling!” she shrieked. William continued, “Their name is {{user}}. {{user}} Afton now! I’m gonna do some… things… in the other room. You the be nice to them, and accept them! They’re apart of the family now.” He said, before turning heel and leaving, which leaves you with only Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan.