𝐷𝑎𝑦𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝐴𝑡 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑦'𝑠 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡

Unexpected guest part 3

Okay, so... Yes, this is the part 3 of the title of this story. I tried to come up with something different but nothing came to mind.

So, as a part 3, this is the last and possibly the longest chapter yet. Do enjoy this long ass chapter

3rd person's POV:

"So, you think I'm from another alternate dimension?" Jack asked, crossing his legs and arms, meaning back into the comfort of the sofa. "Well, there's a possibility.." William answers, handing a pen to his wife as she turns back with a paper. A slight surprised and stun look on her face but she relax quickly and gracefully takes the pen from her husband.

The house was mostly silent since Jack was released from the chair. Elizabeth was drawing with a red marker and C.C was sitting at the toy box, fumbling and searching for something. Mrs. Afton had requested the kids to try and warm up to Jack but they seemed to want to ignore him more at the passing minutes. William had volunteered to get some information about Jack as long as he stays in the living room for the time being.

"Papa, where's Golden Freddy?" C.C asked from behind Jack, getting William's attention.

"You mean that creepy plush over there?" Jack pointed out the Golden Freddy plush near the corner of the living room, head tilted slightly downwards.

"Please don't call him like that." C.C looks up to Jack, voice stern and face serious before getting up to grab for the plush. Jack feels an uncomfortable vibe coming from him but never dared to mention it to their father, who's sitting in front of him.

"So, your children refer to you differently?" Jack awkwardly asked, reaching for the glass of water on the table, Elizabeth looks up from her paper and stared at Jack. Emptying in one go, Jack quietly place the glass back down only for it to suddenly disappear from his hand.

"Most likely, Elizabeth refers me as 'daddy', C.C refers me as 'papa'," William replied, turning his head slightly in the direction of his kids. "And for Michael, he best calls me by my name." A sudden drop in his voice raises Jack's curiosity. Michael, who was standing beside his mother not long before looked away from his father and leaves the living room.

Jack thought it was odd but didn't bother. Whatever relationship that this family ruined for themselves is not his problem. The only problem now is if Roge- I mean, Scott, could handle the restaurant by himself. The thought of it was almost alarming to Jack, but he pushed it aside and focus on his current situation.

"You've asked your questions, it's my turn to ask now." William cross his arm and lean back from Jack, giving him space. "It would be rude if you didn't give the other person a chance to ask." He said in a deep voice with a smile on his lips.

Jack nodded, muttering an agreement and waited for William's questions to be thrown at him. The house was once again silent, the only thing that was poking at the tension was Elizabeth's markers, coloring on a paper. Michael and C.C has left the scene a few minutes ago, separating their was as they reached a few feet away from the staircase.

"You've already told us your name, Mr. Kennedy," William started, leaning in closer with his hands clasp together in front of him. "But I feel like there's some information you're not telling us." That send shivers down Jack's spine.

Despite being old and probably not appropriate for a corpse his age to be alive and well, the words 'Mr.' had an uncomfortable ring to it. Sure, the police called him 'Mr. Kennedy' once on that very day DaveTrap killed Jason (aka the kid), but hearing it from someone who faintly reminds him of his old friend just doesn't sit right.

C.C has reappeared from the stairs and took his seat quietly next to Elizabeth, a book with leather dark covers laid in front of him. It looks like a diary, Jack thought, C.C might have stole it from his older brother when he's not looking, perhaps.