William Lia Afton: I was trying to do some paperwork, fill outs and such. At the moment I was filling a sign in for a birthday scheduled Sunday, name Avery and six I swear I don't get paid enough for this. Kids screaming and crying over every little thing, I mean be a man and not cry when someone kicks you. It's not THAT bad. 

  Today is Wednesday so- I counted on my gloved fingers. four days and three hours before I have to deal with those little pieces of- anyway. Lately my wife has been very quiet and hasn't bugged me during work. It's a little lonely and creepy ever since Henry left. I wonder how he is... Andddd done. I checked a green checkmark in the corner  of the paper and opened my desk, setting it down neatly in it. 

It just turned lunch. I finished in time! I through my hands in the air and did a little shimmy before picking up my white coffee mug, it read in black ink; Best mom. I always get teased for this cup but I couldn't care less for that. I'm proud my son made it. I'm proud of him. But enough about that. I heard three soft knocks from the other side of my office door and then came in my lovely wife. She wore a smile and was holding something. I mentally wined knowing this mystery bag would be the death of me. 

  "What's in the bag, honeyyyy?" I asked, knowing it was something dreadful. "Cat ears." she said, proudly. Eh, that's not so bad. Thank god. "Oh." I let out a relieved sigh as the woman walked closer. I smiled back at her. "Put them onnnnnnn!" she beckoned. I complied and tucked the piece of plastic in my hair. It was a little tight but I'd do anything to make my wife happy. 

She giggled and bounced on her heals, looking at the ears on my head in pure pride. "SO CUTEEEEEE!" I blushed and grinned stupidly. "Th-Thank you.." She continued giggling. Whelp guess I'm a cat now.