What will he think?
He might not even come in my room.
He might not even show up.
Does he know about the murders?
*knock knock*
Fuck
"Hey oh my gosh it's so good to see you"
I opened the door to see basically how I imagined him to look.
"Hi Y/N"
"Come in"
I opened the door and he walked inside.
We both sat down on the couch
"So uhh how's hurricane been?"
"Pretty shit, how do you live here?"
"I can't bring myself to leave"
"Is it because of what happened years ago?"
"So you know about the disappearances?"
He nodded his head
"They're still happening"
"They are?"
"Yeah, do you know who did them? Or at least killed Charlie"
He didn't respond for a second
"Dads work partner?"
"Yeah"
"Ummm okay enough about this it's been so long"
He pulled me in for a hug
"Do you even like remember me?"
I giggled
"I mean I only have a very faint memory, same with Charlie and dad"
"How was mum all those years.."
"She was alright, she seemed to really miss you"
"Gosh you're going to make me cry, so she really saw me as her daughter?"
"What do you mean? Of course she did?"
Oh shit, he doesn't know
"Oh um well I'm actually not like mum and dads biological kid, nor am I even legally their kid they just kinda took me in when I was like seven"
"Oh wow uhh"
"Umm yeah my biological parents, although I like to call them my surrogate and sperm donator, kinda like abandoned me"
"Are you okay?"
"I am now, they're probably dead anyways"
"Well it doesn't make a difference to me"
A smile crept on my face.
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FanfictionInspired by arson is my middle name on ao3 Y/n l/n, the adopted daughter of Henry Emily and Michael Afton, the son of William Afton are childhood friends who eventually became lovers, after years of grieving and never truly getting over Michael dea...
