𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝐴𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑦'𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡

Unexpected guest part 2

HELLLLLLOOOOOOO PEOPLE!!!! Yes! This is indeed a part 2 of Unexpected guest! (If you haven't read part 1, go check it out now to get further info on what I'm writing)

I completely forgot about this for a while (more than a while actually) but now it returned and I'm full with energy! (Enough to finish this chapter in two nights and one morning, I mean)

So buckle up people because I'm taking you on a ride! (If you're asking, yes, the tickets are free. Feel free to hop on any time)

3rd person's POV:

"Mom, when is he going to wake up?" The young girl asked for the 5th time, tugging on her mom's long skirt. In disappointment, all she received was a sigh from the older woman.

The little boy sits quietly on the couch, legs swaying back and forth as his feet can barely touch the floor. A crowbar balance itself on the arm of the couch, a paper towel covering the tip of it. A young man sits on the opposite end, separated from his little brother by soft black cushions.

It has been at least 30 minutes since the little boy knocked Jack unconscious in the basement when their father requested. The young girl has been whining to her mother about the orange man and their father was still tending some business down in the basement.

Jack groans caught everyone's attention, especially the young girl's. Blinking awake, Jack shakes his head lightly to get the sleep out of his eyes. When he tries to reach up, he realized that his hand is tied tightly to his side. Tight enough to hurt. Jack struggles to break free before lifting his eyes to focus on the people in front of him. A woman, a little girl and boy with a seemingly young man.

"Mom, look! He's awake!" The little girl grips on to her mom's skirt, bouncing on the balls of her feet, glancing from her mom to the confused and dazed orange man.

The striped shirt boy slide down from the couch, trailing quietly behind the young man. The little girl's mom chuckled quietly, approaching Jack with steady, quiet steps. His heart was beating against the wall of his chest, his throat tightens as he watches them approaching and surrounding him.

"Hello mister!" The girl said cheerfully, almost unsettling as she lean back on her heels. "I'm Elizabeth!" She introduced herself, which was something Jack didn't expected her to do. Considering the situation that he's in, that's one of the most unlikely thing to happen.

The young man sighed and rubs the back of his neck and looks away as the woman leans down slightly. A small smile spread on her lips as she begins to start a conversation. "Did my son hurt you too much? I'm sorry for his aim, he's still practicing." She reach down and ruffled the little boy's hair, earning a little pout from him.

"You may call me Mrs. Afton, trespasser." She said softly as she highlight 'trespasser'. Calm enough that it seems creepy. "This is my oldest son, Michael," She reach over and patted the young man shoulder twice, getting his immediate attention to turn back. "My daughter, Elizabeth, as she already introduced herself to you and Chris, my youngest." She looks to her side to the small children, a smile laid in their lips. "Although, you can call him C.C as well."

The two little kids by her side giggled quietly to themselves, Elizabeth covering her mouth and Chris putting a hand over his. Michael groans and walks behind the chair that Jack is tied to, heading for the kitchen.

As the silence once again settles in, Jack got a moment to himself to think of the most appropriate questions to ask and hopefully get the answer he needs.

Why is he here? Where is he?Who are they to have the surname 'Afton'? How is he a trespasser to them? Where the fuck is Dave when he needed him? (Oh right, he's a rotten and seemingly undead rabbit.)