Daddy Issues (FNAF) *ON HOLD*

Chapter Three: Family Problems

CW: Blood

"Michael," a voice said softly, "Michael, wake up." He knew that voice. He slowly opened his eyes and adjusted his vision. Henry Emily crouched in front of him, his hand on Michael's shoulder. Emily looked exhausted. There were dark circles underneath his eyes and his curly hair was messy. Despite looking so worn, he still kept a smile. "Morning, kiddo." Michael rubbed his eyes. He was still in the same outfit he had fallen asleep in.
"I thought you and my dad worked today." Michael sat up in his bed, stretching his arms and torso out.
"Some things needed to be fixed so it's not open today, but your dad's fixing the issue and asked me to check up on you guys." Michael scoffed, standing up and loudly cracked his back, making Emily cringe.
"Like he doesn't trust me to watch my brother." Michael mumbled, not sure if Emily heard it, and followed him downstairs and into the kitchen.
Chris was sitting on the phone book, so he could reach the table. Emily's kids stood at the counter fixing themselves breakfast.
"Hey, Michael!" Charlie, one of Emily's kids, smiled; She really was her father's daughter. Charlie was thirteen and stood about a head shorter than Michael. Her wavy brown hair was tied up with a green scrunchie. "Looks like you had a rough night." She laughed, taking her plate to the table. Michael did look rough. His hair was messy and he just looked over all tired. He also smelled faintly of cigarette smoke. He gave her a small wave with his hand, walking over to the stove to grab food.
"'Cuse me." Michael mumbled to Sammy, Charlie's identical twin. Sammy's name used to be Samantha, but a few years ago Emily sat Michael down and explained how Sammy was transgender. Michael didn't fully understand, but being 'he' instead of 'she' made Sammy feel happy, as Emily described it. Sammy stepped out of the way and went back to the table.
Michael grabbed quite a bit of food and a drink for himself. He snapped his fingers at Charlie. "Get outta that seat."
She raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"That's Lizzie's seat. No one sits there." Michael said, placing his plate at his seat. In the Afton house, everyone always sat in the same spot at the table, even when they stopped having meals together.
"But Lizzie's dead."
Every muscle in Michael's body tensed up. Before he could say or do anything, Emily spoke up.
"Charlie, don't talk like that. Move to a different seat please."
"Sorry, dad." She apologized and she sat at their mother's spot.
"Apologize to Michael, not to me."
"Sorry, Michael."
"It's fine." He mumbled.
As the kids ate, Emily leaned on the counter drinking coffee. He watched over the room like a security guard. He kept his eye on Chris, who kept playing with his stuffed Fredbear instead of eating. "Chris, please eat your food before it gets cold." Emily told him. Chris started to pick at his food, only eating a tiny bit at a time. Emily sighed.
Michael was the first of the four to finish eating. He was a teenage boy after all, so he ate a lot in a small amount of time. He got up from the table and rinsed his plate off. He went to put his plate and glass in the dishwasher. He turned to the fridge. A loud crash startled him. He spun around to see a glass of juice smashed on the hardwood floor. Chris hid behind his stuffed animal.
"Chris!" Michael shouted, making his brother hide even more. Sammy and Charlie froze. Michael grumbled as he walked over to the broken glass. He carefully got down on his knees, avoiding glass shards, and started picking it up. "We have plastic cups for him, you know. Dad's gonna fucking kill me."
"Language." Emily spoke up. Michael looked up to Emily helping him with the glass. As Michael picked up the shards he cut his hand on one of them. He winced, juice getting into the cut.
"Shit- Shoot!" He corrected himself. He stood up, carefully holding the mixture of glass, juice, and blood in his hands. He walked over to the trash can and dropped the shards in, watching the blood drip off his hands. He quickly moved his hands over to the sink, doing his best not to get any on the floor. He winced as the soap stung his cut. He shut off the sink and  dried his hands with a paper towel.
"Here." Charlie was standing next to him at the counter. She had a few first aid supplies laying in front of her. She took Michael's hand and pressed a paper towel onto the palm to stop the bleeding. "Did you get all the glass, dad?" Henry nodded, dumping the rest into the trash. Chris sat on the couch, crying into his bear.
"Be careful about stepping here for a bit, there might be tiny pieces I couldn't see."
Charlie took the paper towel off of Michael's palm. She pressed a folded gauze pad to the cut and wrapped his hand in bandages. "Charlie, it was just a small cut." Michael said, watching her tuck the bandages behind each other.
"Bandaids on your palm are uncomfortable, and I'm the one who gave Chris the glass." She said as she wrapped up the supplies.
"Heads up for next time: Don't give Chris anything made of glass." Michael sighed, leaving the kitchen.
Emily crouched down in front of Chris. "Are you okay, buddy?" He asked with a soft voice. Chris responded with sniffles.
Michael made his way towards the stairs. "He's being a baby." He said as he walked passed the two comforting his brother.
Emily sighed, standing up. "Alright, Michael. Why don't you comfort him? He is your brother." Michael turned around on his heels to see Emily standing with his arms crossed, giving him that look of fatherly disappointment. Michael slouched a bit, rolling his eyes.
"Fine. It's not like it's my fault he's upset." He begrudgingly shuffled over to the couch, kneeling in front of the couch. He could feel Emily's eyes burning through the back of his head. He swallowed the spit in his throat. "What's wrong, Chris?" Michael tried his best to sound as sincere as possible to mask his annoyance. Chris peered up at him over the top of his teddy bear. His eyes were glossed over and puffy.
"You.. you yelled at me.." Chris sniffled, hiding the bottom half of his face behind Fredbear's head. Michael's expression went blank. He glanced up at Emily who had his head cocked to the side. "And.. you said daddy was gonna kill you... I don't want you to die, Mikey.."
Michael swallowed. "Dad.. Dad's not gonna kill me, Chris... That's just an expression.. It just means he's gonna yell at me.." Michael placed his hand on Chris's knee.
"Daddy's always yelling at you..." Chris wiped his eyes on Fredbear's head. "I don't want him to be mean to you because I broke something.." Michael's heart dropped. He heard Emily asking his kids to go upstairs.
"Dads just yell, and our dad doesn't yell at me all the time. How about we go play a board game in my room?" Michael asked, trying to change the direction of the conversation.
"Uncle Henry never yells at anyone... He is always yelling at you! He calls you mean names! I hear it with my own ears!" Chris raised his voice, which squeaked a bit due to his tears.
"Those aren't mean names. Chris. Let's just play a game, okay?" Michael grabbed his brother's tiny hand and stood up from the floor. Chris didn't budge. "Come on."
"No! You're lying! They are mean names!" Michael begged.
"Fine! O-only if you promise daddy won't yell at you." Chris sniffled, looking up at his brother.
"I promise dad won't yell at me." Michael said, lying through his teeth.
"Okay!" Chris jumped up from the couch and bolted up the stairs. Michael took a step to follow him, but Emily put his hand on his shoulder.
"Michael, can I talk to you for a second?"