It was harder for him to draw.

Drawing with his left hand and holding the page with his casted right hand.
Mean. . . It wasn't that bad.
*Knock, Knock*
"Dinner."
"Coming."
Oswald left his drawing, going downstairs for dinner.
Fredrick approached his desk, seeing some new drawings and old drawings.
How does Oswald know this, what does he dream about?
One picture stuck out to him, a person with masks on of the animatronics.
. . .
He felt a lump in his throat, he left downstairs for dinner.

~

Oswald poked at his food for a bit.
"How as your day back?"
"Watched a movie and did work, caught up with the others and they signed my cast."
His dad smiled,"That's nice of them.", Oswald nods,"Sleeping alright?", "Yeah, a little; Arm hurts more at night, and yeah.", Oswald turned to his mom,"How was work?", and the conversation drifted to work, dalking about patients and his potentially moving to the dayshift which means, no more night shifts so that was gonna be different.
"Punch Juice?"
"Yes, please."
Things felt. . . Calm again; He was never gonna complain about being bored again, nor hide anywhere to scare anyone.

=

That night, Oswald laid awake in his room.
His arm hurt like hell, it was the bending process, but it still hurt.
He walked downstairs for some painkillers to make it more tolerable.
He turned on the light, poured himself some water and looked for the medicine.
He then felt it again.
Like Dylan had watched him leave for the car, he felt someone's eyes on him.
Slowly turning around, looking into the living room and, the arm chair sat by the fireplace and ir seemed like someone was. . . Sitting in the chair?
"Dad. . .?"
Oswald gulped, slowly reaching for the right switch and prepared for anything.
Flick
. . .
No one was there.
Oswald sighed heavily, relief washing over him; Just his imagination, there was nothing to be scared of.
He took the medicine, turned off the lights and went back to bed.

=

As week drowned on, Fredrick and Jolene had plans; One of them, was clearing the attic and their son was going out with his friends to play at the park.
"Bye."
"Stay safe."
"And stay by your friends."
And Oswald left the house.
Jolene had some work, and Fredrick got to cleaning the attic to throw stuff away, donate it and or reuse it.

=

Oswald reached the park, his friends waiting for him by the swing.
"Hey."
"Oswald!"
"Ready to play?"
"Sure."