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Funeral

William's POV:

After Chris and Elizabeth died, I was miserable. Why does life hate me so much..? I finally had an amazing family, my own family. Not the horrible one I had as a child. I sighed. Then I heard a knock on my door. "Will.." it was a gentle quiet voice. I was Clara. "what..?" I answered. "Please, get out of our room it's your children's funeral," she said firmly. "..no," I replied and I hugged Chris' FredBear plush and Elizabeth's Circus Baby plush tighter. "Will.. please, I understand that your sad, but please come out.. at least eat or drink some water," she whispered. "No," I replied firmly. "Go away!" I said harshly. She sighed. "Stop acting so selfish William, these aren't only your children! They're also mine, and Michael's siblings, we're all feeling sadness!" she shouted. "Leave me alone," I growled. "P-please Will.." Clara said her voice was breaking. "no" I responded. "F-fine then," she said sniffing and removing her tears, and I heard her walked away from our room I was locked in.

(Sorry it's short!)