(3rd person ig)
[bad parenting-?]

Michael was currently sitting on his couch, watching his favorite tv show: the immortal and the restless. He couldn't take his mind of his father....

"What the hell happened there..." he mumbled to himself. That was until the door swung open.

Michael snapped his head towards the door, seeing a healthy William. He was standing straight, no bandages, no wheelchair. He couldn't believe it. Was he dreaming? No, he surely wasn't. He went to go hug him, when he slightly pushed Mike away.

"Not now." Was all he said before going down his work basement.

He didn't mind it, his father was acting weird a few days ago too. Oh boy, he was wrong. REALLY, wrong.

(Tomorrow after school because timeskip exists)

Just as Michael entered the kitchen, Elizabeth ran crying to michael.

"Lizzy what happened-" he crouched down, wiping her tears.

"D-da-daddy slapped m-me..!" She wailed. "I was just trying to s-show my drawing and then.. and then..."

"Its okay liz, im sure he didn't mean too." He would never believe that his father slapped his children. After all, he was a good dad. Well, not anymore in this case.

"B-but daddy said he would never be proud of me! He just says im a useless b-brat!" She hugged him for comfort. This was confusing to him. All of a sudden he goes bad? Why is he doing this?

"Ill go talk to him. Maybe you can go back to your room and play with your toys." Elizabeth nodded and ran to her room. Now, mike needed to have a word...

He knocked on his basement door, it creaked open.

"Michael, what do you want." William's skin had turned pale, really pale. Like pale white. It looked almost creepy....

"Why did you hit liz?" He got straight to the point.

"What do you mean?" He played dumb.

"Liz told me you hit her." Michael hoped that was false and Elizabeth was being dramatic...

"Oh, thats just a misunderstanding. I accidentally pushed her." He said in a... weird tone. You can't even tell what it meant!

"So you calling liz a brat is also false-?" Mike tilted his head.

"Yes. Go back to your room." He said sternly, slamming the door. Instead of relief, he got worried. That didn't sound very sincere... but he shrugged it off. Must be stress, right?

Right...?

(12:05 am)

Michael heard screaming from Evan's room. It was a bloodcurdling scream. Michael got up and hurried to his room, just to see him with a flashlight in his hand. His eyes were full of tears.

"Ev, what happened-?" He walked towards him.

"Bonnie tried to kill me!" He wailed, running over to michael.

"Tried to kill you? But bonnie doesn't exi-" michael was cut off.

"B-but scary! Scary bonnie!" He stuttered.

"Maybe it was a nightmare. Want to sleep in my room?" Evan nodded. Michael was..... more confused than worried. First his father goes bad, then evan starts dreaming about animatronics that aren't even made yet?

(Sorry if the chapter is short, just wanted to write something)