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Heh

So this is nowhere near the full length of the growing fic but it's a taste and if you guys want more send asks and stuff

Seriously it's almost at 50k words

Henry gasps as he falls to the floor. He was so close to ending it all, freeing all of them with Jeremy. He was 73 he was almost there. His gaze focused on the red on his hands. Was he stabbed?

"Pathetic, aren't you." A familiar female voice was above him holding a knife she was too young for the year. "You still believe that poor William was behind this greatness. Don't make me laugh."

Henry groaned, staring up at his ex friends wife, who looked so smug. "What?"

"You know he didn't even realize he killed your daughter. I made him drink himself to the point that he couldn't even walk straight. Sure, making him kill some of the kids was fun, but it's so much better doing it yourself. William's dumb toy got rid of Elizabeth, and with the right push, I got Micheal to kill Evan. I long sold their souls for my benefit, and I never got to sell Micheal's, but I never needed to. I got what I wanted. The most satisfying was getting Micheal killed he would follow his father because he still loved him." She laughs.

"W-why?" Henry groans it was getting harder and harder to breathe. He feels a heeled foot dig into his chest.

"Because I wanted to." Clara chuckles. "Never toppled your empire, but it's great to hide bodies in." He heel gives away and pierces Henry's heart. "Leaving him for last wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be. Oh well, I still have others to have fun with."

......

Henry woke up to the smell of smoke and ash. He was in hell he didn't even have to open his eyes to know that. "Why, I wasn't that bad of a person, was I?"

"Oh, if you were human, you would be in heaven." A female voice chuckles, watching Henry's eyes shoot open to stare at her. "Your mother is a very evil woman. She killed every girl she had, and she just wanted a son. Made a deal at the crossroads and got you and your older sister. Shame if you weren't killed, you would have stayed human." She leans down and helps him up. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Lucifer Morningstar at your service. Your father had this intricate plan with your daughter, but your daughter didn't want to hurt you, and Consequences doesn't exactly have permission to return to the land of the living."

Henry stares at her. "Wait, Charlie's ok?"

"Yes, she is a half demon.... well, techinally, more so. She grew up in hell with your father, and she made her own human living suit in her teen years but knew if she would ever reunite with you she would have to kill you to get you here, and she didn't want to do that." Lucifer smiles. "She's currently back in Hurricane, unaware you were killed. She's with her childhood friend Micheal , and well minced rotten meat that is her uncle." She giggles. "He won't be like that for long if his son is anything to go by. Try to figure that out, won't ya. Now I'll give you some jobs later, but for now, enjoy waking up."

Henry blinks, and before he could ask anything, he is in a massive amount of pain and stares into the empty sky in the alleyway he was left in. His phone was ringing in his pocket, and he answered it. "Hello?"

"Mr. Emily, I just wanted to tell you, uh, I haven't found Springtrap yet. Are we still on the same schedule?" A voice Henry knew as Jeremy was on the other line.

Henry sighs. "No, we have to put things on hold he is integral to the plan. Jeremy just held steady, ok." He didn't believe what just happened was real, but he knew how to confirm it. "I will be over tomorrow night. Keep acting as if things are normal."

Jeremy hums. "Of course, Mr. Emily, I will do my best."

.....

A dirty blonde hair woman in overalls stares down at the mass of rotted flesh, then to a tall brunette who looks like he hasn't slept in weeks. "So that's Uncle William?"

"Yes, well, what's left? But in truth, only his bones should remain." He sighs, taking off his rubber gloves. "If this works, I know where I get it from."

She pauses and grabs the taller man. "You left a note. Now you have to sleep. Just because you can't be killed Stitches doesn't mean you're invincible."

The man huffs. "Fine Charlie, I'll head to bed, but you have to get me fishing wire."

"Yeah, yeah, just get out of this basement." Charlie huffs. "Micheal, we'll know in the morning. I know you miss your father, but we don't have a choice basked on how this works."

Micheal yawns. "I know, I know. Burn that spring lock suit, though, please."

"With pleasure." Charlie smiles, carrying Micheal up the stairs. "Now off to bed, sad man."

Micheal rolls his eyes. "Shut up, and I told you that in confidence. I don't need the other two asking questions."

"Yeah, yeah," Charlie tosses Micheal into his bed. "When I see my dad face to face is when you'll speak to him Yada Yada."

Micheal huffs. "Don't be a dick."

"I won't be if you actually stopped with the self hatred." Charlie sticks her tongue out.

Micheal sighs, and can't keep his eyes open.

......

"Dad!" A female voice rings out. "Micheal was right."

"He's naked..." The man behind her mumbles.

"So? He's alive." The woman runs down the stairs. "You're like Micheal."

"Techincally, Micheal is like him." The man comes into view a scar is wrapped around his head going over his nose and under his eyes.

"Semantics." The red-headed woman waves him off. She hands him a towel off of the wall. "Sorry it's stained."

William blinks. "Elizabeth? Evan?"

"It's a long story, but Micheal was right." Elizabeth smiles. "We would tell him you're up and awake, but he's asleep, and well, he doesn't exactly sleep much anymore."

Evan nods. "Uh yeah, so you probably have a lot of questions, but uh...." He grabs a booklet of papers. "We all wrote you stuff to explain things."

Elizabeth holds her hand out. "You can read it upstairs and not in Micheal's workshop in the basement. It smells like death down here."

"Well, the other half in here is Charlie's, but they always mix their stuff together." Evan sighs. "Come on, I'm sure we can get you some proper clothes. We aren't good at summoning things yet."

William blinks he had no idea what was going on, and he held the handwritten notes in his hand. "This will explain?" He was in the Spring Bonnie suit dead, and basically bone. He has a pluse now, and he can feel hunger gnaw at his insides. His two dead children were also adults helping him upstairs. Was Micheal here as well?

......

William sat on the couch in clean clothes, finishing reading the packet of handwritten letters for the fifth time finally digesting he was back. He reached out for his coffee and took a sip. "Youtwo don't have to keep staring I'm not going to vanish."

Evan frowns. "But you're back, and we missed you. Also, you didn't sell our souls, so that makes you the best parent."

"To be fair mother really put that bar into the fucking ground." Elizabeth sighs sinking into her seat. "Now, do you have any good idea to get Uncle Henry to die unnaturally?"

"If you're asking me if I could kill him, the answer is no." William sighs, taking another sip of his coffee. "You two wouldn't harm him. Well, Clara made sure you couldn't kill him. Again, I shouldn't be surprised since she wrote our arranged marriage contract."

Evan frowns, moving around the couch to sit next to his father. "Micheal found that and let us read it. I'm sorry."

"I don't regret having any of you guys. I didn't have a choice in the marriage to begin with, but don't ever think any of you three are a regret." William smiles at his two children, then throws his coffee when the door slams open.

"I'M BACK." Charlie shouts, slamming the door behind her, and she catches the coffee cup before it shatters. "Huh, Micheal was right in his assumption. It's nice not to see you in a pile of rotting flesh and broken bones Uncle William."

"You are so much like your father." William rubs his temples and takes a deep breath. "It's nice to see you all grown up, and I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Clara is absolutely the worst. Also, you were so drunk. I'm surprise they didn't have to pump your stomach to combat the alcohol poisoning." Charlie smiles. "You're already forgiven. Anyway, since Micheal's still asleep, we have to figure out a way to get my dad back and a way to stop Clara."

William sighs. "Again, I don't think I can help with either."

"Oh, I'm sure you can." Charlie smiles. "Or at the very least distract Clara."

"I can do that." William sighs. "Will Micheal be up soon?"

"Hard to say." Charlie frowns. "I hope not, but he hasn't exactly been sleeping well since he got scooped."

......

Henry groans getting home. His house was empty, and it was too clean like nothing was touched except for certain things. He pulls off his shirt and doesn't realize he still has the bloodstain on it. Today was just a bad day, and setbacks were had. They just had to move forward.

Henry freezes, staring at his hands. When did he forget his cane? He must have left it in that alleyway, and it's a miracle his hips weren't killing him without it. He had to ask Jeremy if he found it searching for the haunted animotronics.

Henry sighs, he was hungry, which was new. He hasn't had an appetite in a while he blamed that on getting older and his body breaking down. He had something he could throw in the oven, but he actually felt like he had the energy to cook himself something. He might as well take advantage of that.

He paused, cutting up some carrots as his phone rang. He picks up his cell phone, realizing he didn't replace the shirt he threw in the hamper. "Jen?"

"Henry." Jen sighs on the other end.

"Are you alright? Oh, did Scarlett cancer come back?" Henry pauses, putting butter into the hot pan.

"I'm fine, and no, her last checkup was perfect she's officially in remission." Jen gives a heavy sigh. "Have you've noticed anything different?"

Henry frowns. "No.... why?"

Jen groans. "Are you still on this suicide mission?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Henry huffs. "Look, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to come up and visit, and before you argue with me, boy. I'm allowed to visit my baby brother. We don't have many of these left in us." Jen huffs, and Henry can picture her scowl.

"I miss you too, Jen." Henry chuckles. He can push his plans back. He knows Jeremy was asking because his mother was going to visit. A joint suicide after family visits.

"Now make sure there's a little mess in that home of yours. I ain't gonna live in some picture perfect cut out home." Jen sighs. "And have something else then frozen meals."

"Yes, ma'am." Henry smiles softly. He can pretend to be happy. He knows this tragic ending was coming, and he could finally set everyone free, including his daughter. "I will get everything ready."

"I'm bringing Gareth and Scarlett up with me. Bring that kid you've been working with, Jeremy was his name, right?" Jen pauses. "Yeah, before you say it, I know 50s ain't a kid, but my boys older than him, I have the right."

Henry chuckles again more genuinely. "Yeah, I can invite Jeremy."

"Good now, get some rest, old man." Jen huffs. "See ya soon, Hen."

"Yeah." Henry sighs hearing the phone click. He adjusts his glasses and texts Jeremy, who just sends him a thumbs up.

......

Micheal rubbed his eyes and cracked his back, and headed down the stairs. He yawns and grabs some water, scratching his neck.

"Look at you, Stitches, you actually slept." Charlie chuckles. "Want a sandwich?"

"Yeah, thanks." Micheal sighs, sipping his drink. "So what's the news?" His eyes look around the kitchen then to the empty living room.

"Well, your theory was correct, but Evan and Elizabeth took your father for clothes. We still have to figure out how to get my dad to die unnaturally, but so far, Uncle William is handling things better than I thought he would."

Micheal nods. "Good, I'm glad." He pauses. "Let me guess, Father knew immediately that we're that weird house down the road from your dad's place."

Charlie huffs. "He did." She hands Micheal a sandwich. "Amd he knew I picked it. It's so unfair we haven't seen each other in decades and he can read me."

"Because you act like your father." Micheal chuckles taking a bite.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Charlie crosses her arms.

"Charlie, we discussed this. My father is in love with that man." Micheal sighs. "We've both read the letters my father wrote to him."

Charlie covers her face. "Shut up." She sighs. "Do you think it could ever work?"

Micheal shrugs. "Your dad still thinks my father is behind everything, so until he learns differently, the answer is no. However, I don't know if even after the truth comes out, it could work. My father doesn't act on his impulses, and Uncle Henry is well..." He sighs and finishes his sandwich. "I wouldn't get our hopes up. We'll just be unofficial siblings."

Charlie huffs. "No fair. Uncle William deserves a man like my dad. They are perfect for each other and can help each other heal."

"You can't force it." Micheal starts to clean his dishes in the sink. "We actually have to get them to talk first."

"Stop being logical and be on my side." Charlie sighs. "I think I'm going to the diner, I can't keep putting it off. Pa's right. I have to be the one to do it."

"I'll come with you." Micheal smiles. "I'm your partner in crime."

.....

Charlie enters the pizzeria and frowns. "Somethings wrong."

"Is it the fact were both adults in an establishment for children, and we don't have kids, or is it the fact we're here to kill a loved member of our family." Micheal responds dryly.

"No weapon." Charlie mumbles, holding her hands up as the door shuts behind them.

"No weapon...." Micheal pauses as his eyes go wide. "What do you mean no weapon?"

"No weapon means no weapon." Charlie takes a breath, ignoring the weird looks. "I can see him right there he has his cane, and he's staring at us. Micheal, I haven't been able to get this close without a weapon appearing in my hands."

Micheal looks like a deer in headlight. "How fast can you tellaport us, I've changed my mind. I regret this entirely." He grabs Charlie's shoulders. "Charlie, I'm serious." He can see his uncle approach them.

"But Micheal, no weapon!" Charlie grabs Micheal in a hug. "That means your dad did it. I don't have to..."

"Excuse me." Henry adjusts his glasses. "I couldn't help but notice you both are here without your child, and we aren't currently hiring."

Charlie freezes. "I uh. Well. Er. Uh..."

Micheal swallows. "I don't think my father did anything." He can feel Charlie's grip get tighter.

Henry frowns. "Again, what is your purpose here? Who's your father, and why would he do anything to me?"

Micheal shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "I'm Micheal Afton...." He frowns, realizing how out of place he looks. It's the middle of July, and he was in long sleeves and jeans. He was coving up the majority of his stitches, but he knew the one on his neck was visible.

"Micheal is dead." Henry narrows his eyes, adjusting his glasses. He had to admit the eye color was a perfect match. "Who's your friend?"

Charlie realizes that her dad hasn't even realized he's younger first off. Second, she can see the bags under his eyes up close. Third, he looked too skinny. She didn't know what to say.

Micheal swallows again. "Fuck we did not think this through." He covers his face.

Charlie watches Micheal sink to the floor knees to his chest. The look from her dad was now one of annoyance and anger. What could she possibly say to convince him? She gasps. "Rivitter the river otter!"

Henry steps back, his knuckles going whiteholding his cane so tight. "What?"

"You can't just shout that." Micheal groans. "This is a disaster." He buries his face in his knees, for 6ft7in man he sure can contort his body into a small circle.

"Rivitter was going to be the first animotronics you wanted to build based off Rosie the rivitter. You used to explain the blueprints to me to help me sleep." Charlie claps her hands. "I don't even think Uncle William knew about that, or he did..."

Henry swallows, looking this woman up and down. He saw bits of Margaret, but mostly he saw his sister, which she would tell him she looked just like him. "Charlotte?"

"Yes!" Charlie pulls her father into a tight hug, cracking his back. "Also, that is Micheal. He kind of shuts down when he panics in social situations. He's actually great in a crisis." She pulls away. "I didn't have to kill you.... wait, that means Uncle William didn't kill you either. Micheal didn't because he's still curled up on the floor. Uhhhh, huh..."

Henry was crying he shook his head. It didn't matter. He didn't understand what she was talking about, but it was her. Only Margaret knew how he got her to sleep, and he could recognize her a mile away.

"Wait..." Charlie huffs. "You only agreed because you knew Jeremy only worked nights."

Micheal doesn't even sastify her with an answer because it's true.

Charlie huffs. "Dad, I love you, and I have like a million things to catch you up on, but I'm going to throw Micheal in the dumpster."

Micheal huffs when Charlie picks him up. "Put me down." He huffs accent on full display, and Henry forgot how strong Micheal's accent was. "It's not my fault you didn't pay attention."

"I had other things on my mind, Stitches!" Charlie huffs. "Sorry we're making a scene, and I didn't exactly know that it wasn't Uncle William who killed you. He would have explained it better than us...me." She quickly corrects.

Henry pulls her into a tight hug even with her having Micheal over her shoulders. "How?"

"Well, you died too." Charlie puts Micheal down. "Didn't you talk to Aunt Lucy or Pa? Pa wouldn't really be helpful he likes to be cryptic, Lucy would be straightforward."

"Consequences's is an ass." Micheal sighs, dusting himself off. "He keeps dragging me into his damn pond, which makes my body rot, and having to rebuild my body is annoying. I have to redo all my stitches as well."

"To be fair, he isn't allowed in the living world till my grandmother dies. Oh yeah, your mom is awful and branded my stomach when I visited. She only put a clause in for a boy to not inherit demonic blood. She really hates girls."

"Charlie, you're rambling." Micheal sighs.

"Oh, oops, sorry." Charlie smiles. "Uncle William says I get that from you, but I dunno."

Henry can't stop smiling, then it registers what she said. "Why did you go see your grandmother? She did what?"

"Well, Pa was being cryptic, and in order to see you, I would have to kill you to well yaknow demon thing. So I wanted to meet family, and I was 16 and dumb." Charlie huffs, crossing her arms. "I can't believe she's still alive."

Henry takes a breath. "Ok, follow me to the security office. Both of you."

The two nod and follow

.....

William sighs. He really didn't need all these things, but his children insisted that he full his closet for his new room. He knew that money wasn't an issue, but this was too much for him. He took a seat while his two kids ran off to the food court. He pauses as an older woman sits next to him.

"Is this seat taken?" The silver hair woman smiles softly.

"No, not at all." William pauses. "You look familiar, have we met?"

The woman chuckles. "My son knows your eldest. You can call me Jackie." She holds out her hand, and William takes it to shake. "I haven't seen you in a while. Why's that?"

William rubs the back of his neck. "I've been around..."

"Don't worry, I know your children's secret. Two demons and something that hasn't ever been recorded, which is saying something." She pauses and smiles. "Don't look so nervous, I'm a hunter. I'll be out of retirement soon enough. Your ex has quite the bounty on her head."

"Hunter?" William furrows his brows.

"Humans that work beside the supernatural. I joined after I left Germany with my two children. Helped me get through med school." Jackie hums. "I will be coming out of retirement, though. Never wanted to, but I already know what my son and his boss are planning, which is selfless on their end, but it will be for nothing."

"Wouldn't they release their spirits?" William knew the basics of what his old friend was planning, fire setting the dead free.

"Yes and no." Jackie sighs. "Clara returned to town because she could feel what they were planning, and if it went through, she would take all of those children's souls. That would make her impossible to kill, which means very bad things." She crosses her arms. "I rather my son not die for nothing. Although that would mean he'll know about my secret, but I don't mind."

William frowns, gripping his shorts in a tight grasp. "Can I help?"

Jackie nods. "Mr. Emily and my son are working together. There is a delay in their plan due to family coming up on Mr. Emily's side, but that will only delay. Try to find a way to truly derail the plan." She pauses. "Give them a reason to live."

William nods. "I do have to confess some things, and they will probably give Henry something to gravitate towards." He rubs his arm. "Even if it's bloodlust."

"Anger can work, but your son Micheal." Jackie looks over to see her son coming. "Drag your boy out to the open, would you? He will be a great thing to get my boy safe."

"Mom?" The blonde hair man with whisps of silver in his hair. The massive scar that gies around his right eye and moves into his scalpe that catches William's attention. "What are you doing over here? I thought you said we'll meet by the food court."

Jackie chuckles. "Just catching up with a familiar face. I recall doing a skull reconstruction on his son."

Jeremy's eyes flick over to William, and a flash of emotions floods his eyes for a moment before he shakes his head. "Come on, let's go. Sorry for interrupting....?"

"Mr. Afton." William smiles, helping Jackie up. "It's not an issue. I have to find my two kids as well. It shouldn't take them this long to get food."

Jackie chuckles. "Kids get into all sort of mischief. It was nice talking to you." She takes her son's arm and hums. "Well, aren't you going to help me pick out an outfit for this barbecue your boss is holding?"

"...yes mom." Jeremy mumbles, eyes locked on the taller man as he walks away.

......

Henry runs his hands through his hair as if he is seeing his face first the first time. It was as if someone dipped him in the fountain of youth. The streaks of red I'm his beard was new, but besides that, he looked like he could be the same age as his daughter. He didn't know how he felt about that.

Micheal was distracted, looking at the photos on the wall. The blonde in the photos got older as they progressed. He was stuck at this age, and he could never have him again. The silver accented the blonde nicely, though.

Charlie huffed. "Ok, I'm sorry, but why are you distracted." She jabs Micheal's side, who groans.

"You're going to pop my stitches." Micheal hissed. His attention is back to Charlie.

Henry blinked and smiled softly. "Oh, that's Jeremy he's been helping me. Don't mind his scar he's the living bite victim, but he wears that as a point of pride." He sighs. "So why do you two want to stop us?"

Charlie scans over the photos and pauses, patting Micheal's back, realizing just how long it's been for him. "Well, mostly because Clara, if your plan goes through, she will become unkillable and will continue her constant murder spree. She is incredibly hard to track, which makes cornering her difficult. Demons can't harm her. She made sure to put that in her two contracts. I don't get the freebie because I'm half human."

Micheal crosses his arms. "I would do it, but I would have to actually find her and confront her without her well stopping me." He takes a deep breath. "I'm still digging ash out of my body from the last time."

"The problem now is that you've gathered all the children here. So, of course, she'll be close by, but that's a double-edged sword because she could just pick off these spirits one by one." She sighs. "I'm sorry we can't be much help."

Henry frowns. "So what now?"

"Now? To be fair, I didn't think we would get this far." Micheal looks away. "Just keep them here. I know Mother can't get to them during the night, and daytime well she knows camera's are watching." He takes a breath. "I can be bait to move them. I look enough like my father without having to grab him. Besides, father is still getting used to having flesh again, let alone ready to fight the supernatural."

"Well, he is taking this better than I expected." Charlie smiles and sighs. "Besides, I think Evan and Elizabeth are still dragging him around the mall."

Henry frowns. "William is back?"

"Yeah, don't worry, he only killed nine kids. Well, technically, Clara made him kill nine kids. I forgive him for my death. Actually, I'm surprised they didn't have to pump his stomach or he had a sezurie from alcohol poisoning." Charlie hums. "I mean nine is a lot, but Clara's kill count at this point is well into the mid hundreds, and that's mostly children."

Henry pales. "William didn't mean to kill you?"

Micheal nods. "He didn't even know he killed anyone until the third kid because mother tormented him, but by then, she has him on a tight leash like a dog trained by punishment and fear." He sighs. "I can show you the scars I've received from her if that makes it more believable."

Henry shakes his head. "No. I believe you. I don't know if I can forgive him, but I want to face him."

Charlie nods and gets up. "Of course we can come by. Oh, I'll make some food too."

Micheal rolls his eyes. "You just want to show off the skills you learned down south."

"Hush you." Charlie sticks her tongue out. "I still have no idea how you cook a better brisket than me."

Henry smiles. "Of course, my sister and her son and daughter in law are coming up. I'll be throwing a little barbecue. Granted, I don't think it will be so little anymore, but please come by."

Micheal sighs. "Yes, I'll make my brisket." He stretches. "I'm going to head back. Are you good if I take the car?"

Charlie nods. "Yup, don't worry."

Micheal nods and pulls a cigarette from his pocket. "See you later then, Charlie. Uncle Henry, it's nice to speak with you again." He slips out of the office and outside.

......

Micheal was laying back on the hammock on the porch, puffing smoke into the air, swaying slowly as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon.

"MIKEY!" Evan runs up to the porch, stopping himself from jumping on his older brother. "Where's Charlie?"

"Doing her own thing." Micheal blows smoke towards Evan. "You three were out late."

"Dad fell asleep in the car. I keep forgetting that this is all new to him. We'll you know not new but he hasn't done this in decades." Evan watches Micheal put out his cigarette and get up.

"I can bring him inside." Micheal stretches. "He's got the room next to mine?"

Evan nods. "Oh well, set up his clothes and everything." He vanishes in a puff of smoke.

Micheal sighs and heads down by the car. Elizabeth already got all they bought for their father. "You can quit pretending. We both know I got my terrible sleeping habit from you."

"You've gotten pretty jaded Micheal." Green eyes stare into blue. William stretches and gets out of the car.

"Kind of hard not too." Micheal shrugs leaning against the car. "Did you guys have fun? I know Lizzie has a temper, and Evan is the embodiment of sunshine."

"They got me too many things. I don't think I'll be able to use all of it." William frowns, looking up at Micheal. "You've gotten taller than me."

"You'll use it." Micheal sighs. "Yeah, I guess I did. We look like we're the same age. Still haven't figured out what we are, but I get it from you."

"It ends there since I was adopted." William sighs. "Are you alright?" He sighs, knowing the answer is no, but he could say the same about himself.

Micheal shrugs. "Physically, yeah, I'm always ok." He cracks his back. "Alright, we should head inside. Your room is next to mine. Lizzie and Evan don't stay here since they are full blood demons they have their own place in hell, Charlie. However, she stays here, her room is on the main floor, and she's a morning person."

William nods. "Explains why the two kept dragging me everywhere. I'm guessing they have work tomorrow?"

"Who knows, contracts happen, and they really can't control when they are summoned, but since they are full blood demons, they do have to return to hell to recharge. They've been in the living world for over a decade, and their human forms are cracking. They don't have to stay long, but they do have to check in and help around there."

"Are they ok with that?" William walks in as Micheal holds the door open.

"Eh, Elizabeth loves her job. Evan doesn't like hurting people. So it depends on who you ask." Micheal shrugs. "I'll make dinner, so head up and wash up, and welcome back to the world of flesh." He chuckles.

... ...

These games were something Micheal was accustomed to, Evan and Elizabeth created them to help with his depression and conquer the past. He never really did tell them the extent, but this one was scary accurate his safeword didn't even work. He hoped this ended soon he wanted to see his uncle again, and not this man with hope and smiles.

"Eat your food." Clara placed a plate in front of Micheal.

Micheal watched his mother sit in front of him with her own food, eyeing him. They've played this game many times over the month when the game started. He never did tell his siblings that Mother would put glass and nails in his food and bleach in his drinks. He applauds them for creativity in filling in the blanks. He takes a large bite, purposely crunching the glass.

Clara doesn't let her expression slip as she watches Micheal finish his food and drink and walk away without an issue.

Micheal sighs. Maybe he could finally see Charlie soon. His siblings never made her up, and she joined in the game. He sighs and nearly jumps as heavy knocks are heard on the door. His father answered it, and he frowned. He can't recall his uncle ever visiting his home they always came there or the diner. Oh, Charlie was with him. He didn't pay attention to what they were talking about as Charlie ran towards him.

"Micheal!" Charlie smiles. "How are you handling the past?"

Micheal freezes, staring at Charlie. "What?"

.......

"Ah, this explains the glass sandwiches. Mother wasn't even being subtle since I stopped picking out the glass and staring her in the eye while I ate it." Micheal shrugs

Charlie stops and stares at Micheal. "What the fuck."

"Wanna piece since you've got a death wish?" Micheal takes a bite and it's a loud crunch. "Probably should kill Uncle Henry first."

Charlie flinched along with her father from the kitchen. He didn't hear the conversation, but the loud crunch was something else. "Micheal again what the fuck?"

Micheal shrugs. "Eh, it's better than the bleach smoothies.

....

There was a knock on the door, and Clara frowned. Henry was already over. What did his wife follow him to make sure he didn't cheat like she does. She combs her red locks out of her face and opens the door, and is immediately slammed into the wall by.... a woman?

The dark blonde hair woman takes the cigarette out of her mouth and puts it out on Clara's chest. "Now don't fucking make a sound she devil. I ain't here for you." She pushes her to the side and heads to the back where the two men were along with the children.

Clara pressed a finger to the burn on her chest and inhaled the lingering smoke. Those eyes and that force. The burn on her chest was intoxicating. She wanted that deranged woman to attack her again. She didn't like power taken from her, but that wasn't.... Her blue eyes followed the path she charged through. She didn't know women could be violent like she was out in the open or had short hair. What else could this creature do?

.....

William sighs, crossing his arms. He was not fond of that woman who came through his back doors. It's bad enough that Micheal has been acting odd the past couple of months, but now she comes to visit. He bites his lip, swallowing his surprise when his wife is next to him.

"Who is that?" Clara stares into the woods beyond their yard.

"Henry's sister Jennifer." William huffs. "She's supposed to be in Texas with her son." He raised his brow he has never seen that look on Clara's face before.

"Married?" Clara twitches her fingers.

"No." William frowns. "She had her kid out of wedlock, and as far as I know, there isn't anyone in the picture. Why? Did she make fun of your hair?"

"No." Clara's eyes light up. "Just curious. I didn't know Henry had a sibling." She now understood her husband's infatuation with Henry because his sister has caught her fixation.

"They've been back there awhile." William kicks the ground. "Should probably let them be." He turns his attention to his eldest, who was sitting next to Charlie they seemed to be in deep conversation.

.....

It takes almost an hour, but Jen drags Henry back out by his ear. He's in a new clean shirt, but besides that, he's mostly trying to pull away from her. "Jen, I am not a child. Let me go." He huffs when she pushes him forward.

"Then don't be stubborn boy." Jen huffs and spits. "Also, change your locks."

"You broke into my house?" Henry stares back at his sister even the height advantage did not stop the intimidation from his sister, especially with the things she just told him.

"I did, and before that, I had a long talk with Margaret. Gareth is in your guest room with your old textbooks. I don't understand that boy, but it makes him happy." Jen cracks her back. "Hey Charlie, how about giving your old aunt a hug?" She chuckles when Charlie tries to tackle her in a hug. Her voice is quiet, only Charlie can hear. "Who else came back?"

Charlie vibrates in excitement. "Micheal's with me!" She points at Micheal, who was lying against the tree. "He's Uncle William's son, but we're basically the same age. Did you bring Gareth with you? Oh, are you staying?"

Jen nods. "I am staying for now. Gareth is back at your home." She ruffles Charlie's hair. "Isn't it your birthday soon?"

Charlie nods. "Yeah, it is. I'll be 12."

"Good for you. Alright, little one, I have to head back and unpack. Gareth got the guest room, I'll be on the couch." Jen smiles and turns back to William and Clara. "We'll be seeing each other, Willy boy."

"Great...." William rolls his eyes.

Clara smirks. "I look forward to it."

Jen raised her brow. "Right..." She shook her head. She waves and leaves through where she came to her beat-up truck.

William stands next to Henry. "You alright?"

Henry takes a deep breath. "I don't know?"

William frowns that Henry's family might have issues, and he doesn't know how to help him. He held his friend's shoulder. "Hey, I'm sure things will work out."

Henry rubs the new growing blush on his cheeks. Why didn't she warn him about this feeling or instinct? William was his friend, not a lover. He sighs. "Thanks, everything should be ok soon enough."

"Well, uh, maybe she should come by again...." William scowls. "Clara wants to know her better."

Henry raised his brow but nodded. "Of course. I'm sure my sister would love the company." He smiles. He didn't exactly like Clara, nor did he trust her, but she did just turn everything on its head, and maybe this could be a way to get even.

"... really?" William pauses when Henry nods again. "Ok then."

......

"Look, I hate you redheaded shedevil, but my brother told me to make friends with his partner's wife." Jen scowls at Clara, who smiles.

"I suppose I can understand why he finds this important." Clara hums. "So why keep your son? You aren't married, and isn't it a sin to raise a child out of wedlock?"

Jen growls. "I love my son. He is the best thing to happen to me. Kids are a blessing in themselves and have made me tougher than some prissy ballerina." She scoffs. "What did you have them to be little miss perfect? Family is important to me, and you either respect that, or I ain't gonna be round you."

Clara frowns she wanted Jen to be by her and not ignore her. She made a mental note to not harm what she finds important. "So where are you taking us?"

Jen huffs. "I'm getting a six pack of beer, and I'm going to drink. You can do whatever does your fancy. Well, be at my brother's after. I'll allow you to be in my presence as we pretend to make nice."

Clara always gets what she wants. She isn't told what to do, nor is she told what she is allowed to do. This woman was crashing into her perfect little life she had created to hide her dark underside. It was intoxicating, and she wanted to push her boundaries. "I rather we had a conversation. I mean, you did burn me. Why don't you do what I ask?"

Jen slams on the breaks, causing Clara to gasp and cling to her seat belt. "I don't care that I burned you. I hold not an ounce of pity for you. I'm going to buy my beer and you'll stay in the truck. Then we're going back and you'll just sit proper and watch me. I ain't in the chatty mood."

Clara swallows and stares. Her heart beat quickened, and her mouth was dry. The connection she tried to make was destroyed in an instant. Didn't people have guilt? Jen didn't care that she hurt her. Jen was becoming far more interesting than she could handle.

.....

It was late when Henry returned with the children. Thankfully, Charlie had stopped with her suicide attempts. It was peaceful all things considered. He hasn't really been able to interact with William's other two kids since Clara seemed to keep them close by. He did feel a tiny bit of guilt making Jen spend time with that woman, though.

Charlie busts through the door. "We're back!" She giggles, running inside dragging Micheal behind her.

William sighs. "How does she still have energy?" He was holding Evan and Elizabeth in his arms, who were both asleep. Thankfully, working with heavy machinery meant he was capable of lifting a lot of weight. He sighs, spotting Clara and Jen in the kitchen. "Oh Clara, I thought you wouldn't have gone home by now."

Clara smiles. "We just got lost in conversation."

Jen scowls. "Yeah, conversation." She rolls her eyes and smiles when she sees her own son walk in with her brother. "Gareth, how was your day out with your uncle?"

Gareth smiles. "It was fine, Ma. I think I like it better here than the farm."

Jen smiles and nods. "Good, you'll be starting high school with your cousin this September."

Gareth yawns and nods. "Yeah, ok."

Henry pats his back. "Alright, go to your room before Charlie drags you around again."

Gareth nods. "I'll be out for dinner."

Jen chuckles. "Your girl seems to be endless energy. Reminds me of you, except you got into much more trouble."

Henry huffs. "Charlie is a good girl." He flinched when a crash is heard.

Jen snickers. "Well, she's better than you at her age."

William sighs. "Do you want me to take them home?"

Clara hums. "Let them sleep on the couch for now. I know Evan will ask for Micheal when he wakes up."

William blinks, not expecting the answer, but he nods. "Well, I guess I stand corrected." He turns to Henry. "I guess you are treating us to dinner."

Henry smiles as something flutters in his chest, and he can feel his cheeks go hot. "That's great, I'll have something great whipped up."

Jen rolls her eyes and leans back in her chair. She glances back to Clara, who has again fixated on her. She huffs and takes a swig of her beer.

....

Henry gasps. "Charlie?"

Charlie screws her eyes shut and takes a breath. "Daddy?"

Henry smiles, hugging her tight. "My baby girl. I'm so happy you're ok."

Charlie looks over to Jen and winks before hugging her father tight. "I don't want to meet grandma anymore."

Henry chokes out a laugh. "You don't have to ever meet her."

Jen stumbles forward, dragging Clara up. "Take my son inside and protect him till I return."

Clara nods, grabbing Gareth and heading inside.

Jen sighs. She finally notices how much blood she is covered in, and the pain finally reaches her from the brand. She falls to her knees. She hugs her chest and lays on the floor.

Henry gets up, the cross finally breaking, allowing him to get up and pick up Charlie and help carry Jen inside.

....

Jen is lying on the couch, and his arms cross a scowl on her lips when Clara returns. "Look, just don't tell William about any of this. I know you sold your two kids souls, and I expect them to have a normal life till they are taken."

Clara nods. "May I ask how you found out?"

Jen sighs. "Ma ain't good." She adjusted the ice pack on her stomach. "Obviously. Father is a demon who we can't really see him or well learn from the man until she's in the dirt."

Clara nods, and her lips quirk into a smirk. "Now, why should I keep this secret?"

"Because if you don't, I won't speak to you ever again, nor will I even give you my attention. Your boy Micheal is quite observant and has told me about your little obsession." Jen bats her eyes and smiles. "Maybe if you follow my rules like a good dog, I'll reward you."

Clara bites her lip. When did Jen realize? How did Micheal realize he just turned 12. She can feel the anticipation crawl up her spine and the excitement burn in her chest. Her eyes light up. "I will do as you ask." She walks closer as Jen motions for her to come closer.

Jen grabs her blouse and pulls her down. "If you ever disobey me, I will never acknowledge your existence ever again." Their faces are mere inches apart. "Go the fuck home. Pretend to be an ok wife. Let my brother have William, and I'll keep you entertained if you can properly keep up the ruse."

Something twisted in Clara's chest when Jen pushes her back. "Yes, Jen." She bows and leaves.

.....

Henry returns back out after Charlie pushes him to shower, which he did. "Clara left?" He looks over to his sister, who is half asleep.

"Don't worry, she won't tell William." Jen cracks open one eye. "My boy is safe here, I ain't taking him back."

"I wasn't going to ask." Henry sighs, sitting on the loveseat. "I would never force you to, or even ask."

"That isn't what I'm getting at." Jen sighs. "Hen, you know this is just the start."

Henry frowns and nods. "Charlie is ok, and that is what truly matters to me. You I know you can handle yourself."

Jen huffs out a laugh. "Yeah, my boy is good too." She pauses. She knew Charlie didn't survive that slash to the neck, but she didn't understand how she was back. Charlie has more experience with this than she realized. Charlie did ask not to tell Henry. She takes a breath. "Warn Margaret. I don't want her getting caught off guard."

Henry nods. "I'll give her a call." He gets up and stops looking back. "Are you ok?"

"I'm not dead, and it's just a burn. I'll be fine." Jen sighs. "Call her, and then we have to clean."

.....

Clara came over the next day with her three kids. She had Micheal in an iron grip to her side as Margaret let them inside. "Thank you for letting us come over." She smiles politely.

Margaret nods. "Charlie has been asking for you guys, well mostly Micheal." She chuckles. "I don't think Henry is quite ready for her boy phase."

Clara nods and spots Jen on the couch and makes a beeline for her, taking Micheal with her. "Jen."

Jen looks up from her book and shuts it. "Clara." She smiles. "Micheal, how are you doing?"

Micheal shrugs, pulling away from his mother. He crosses his arms and frowns. "So, how was Charlie killed?"

Clara couldn't mask the subtle surprise in her eyes before masking her expression again.

Jen sits up. "How did you know?"

"Charlie visited me last night." Micheal sighs and sits on the recliner. "So should I keep an eye out for my father and siblings?"

"No." Jen smiles softly. "Smart boy. They won't go after you guys."

Micheal sighs and holds his arm out, making a motion with his hand, and Charlie runs up out of nowhere. "So how long till you can't hide the fact you're possessing your dead body?"

Charlie huffs. "I'm replacing the dead bits as I consume the flesh, but there will be overlap..."

Micheal nods. "Alright, I can fix something together so nobody outside of this group will notice. Did..."

Charlie answers before Micheal can finish. "No, absolutely not. I'm not an idiot. I'll have the body finished by my birthday, hopefully."

"You're cutting it close." Micheal frowns, getting out of the chair. "However, will you be able to handle Cricus, baby?"

"Yeah, not an issue. Now come on. I can only keep them entertained so long without being there." Charlie pulls at Micheal's arm. "Ah, wait, Aunt Jen and Aunt Clara, don't tell dad or Uncle William, please."

Jen nods. "It's still unnerving knowing you both are adults in your younger body." She glares at Clara. "You heard my neice agree."

"Only because this has piqued my curiosity." Clara smiles as the two kids run off.

Jen narrows her eyes. "I will reiterate keep them out of it." Her arm shoots out, and she grabs Clara and pulls her close. "They are from a future I'm trying to fucking prevent so fucking listen to me when I give you rules."

Clara merely nods never losing her smile as she is so close she can smell the soap Jen had used.

Jen huffs letting go. "Why drag Micheal over?"

"I wanted him to explain how he knew." Clara hums, sitting next to Jen. "However, if he is working with his adult mind, then that can explain certain behaviors."

"Just behave." Jen leans back and crosses her arms. "I appreciate you keeping a cover going bringing the children over while my brother and William work. I have to admit you did earn a reward."

"A reward?" Clara smiles, staring at Jen, who grabs her again and closes the gap between them. The kiss was only seconds long, and it wasn't anything, but Clara felt something. She pauses, opening her eyes.

"Now keep behaving you fucking shedevil." Jen huffs pushing her away and picking up her book.

Clara stays quiet, staring at Jen, and presses two fingers against her lips in disbelief.

....

Micheal crossed his arms, his siblings fallen asleep on Charlie's bed. "Charlie, I have to ask about your aunt."

"Our aunt." Charlie smiles, turning around.

"Don't move. I'm stitching your back." Micheal sighs. Thankfully, the string didn't snap. "No, I'm being serious. I don't understand how she managed to get my mothers attention. It's dangerous, and I uh...." He finishes the stitches. "Mother has been.... nice to me. She has always been kind to her two favorites." He taps Charlie so she can turn around and put her shirt on.

Charlie frowns, pulling her shirt over her head. "What do you mean? I know Clara neglected you and tried to kill you with food and drink, but she was never blatant."

"Yeah, subtlety is her game, even hurt father behind closed doors." Micheal frown deepens. "Actually, Father hasn't been on the couch since your aunt has come up or even nursing wounds."

"So you're worried about my aunt?" Charlie sighs, crossing her arms. "Aunt Jen hasn't really shown any issues or injuries besides what happened last night. She's been more focused on Gareth and how he is adjusting. It's only been three weeks since they arrived. Your mom has been popping up, too. Granted, I forgot how creepy she is, but she doesn't scare my aunt."

Micheal gets up and sighs. "I don't understand what my mother wants from her. It's obviously sexual in nature, but if she gets that, does she get bored and move forward with murder? Is Jen capable of taming her? She's awful."

"Stitches worrying about the what ifs won't help us. Right now, Aunt Jen has her attention, and we just have to accept that." Charlie gets up as well, grabbing Micheal's arm. "Come on, we got to figure out how we're going to take apart Baby or change her code."

Micheal sighs. "Alright, fine." He sits back down, still looking unnerved.

......

Micheal shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He was next to his mother while his siblings were still napping. Charlie was next to Jen. He didn't really understand why his mother called them over, nor did he know why he was next to his mother.

Jen sighs. "I'm sure the kids are fine with school supplies. Just a few notebooks and pencils should do."

Clara hums. "But they are starting high-school."

Jen sighs and crosses her arms. "That is true, but I don't think either of us will be much help. You went to the school overseas, and I was basically home schooled, Henry got to go to an actual school even if it wasn't much."

Micheal clears his throat. "I uh, I don't think we need that much. I can take the spare notebooks and pens. I can just use my old backpack." He really didn't want to discuss this. He doesn't really recall freshman year of high school due to Charlie's death and Elizabeth death.

"That's boring, though." Charlie huffs. "I'll be actually going to a human high school this time. I'm sure we can do something fun."

Micheal sighs. "Jeremy doesn't transfer in till halfway through the year..... I think. I don't really remember freshman year that much or sophomore year due to Evan....uh." He frowns. "Ok, maybe I do need things for high school."

"I knew the people moving across the street were something else." Charlie gets up, pointing at Micheal. "Ha... wait, no, the kid is only 13, and the other one is 17."

"Jeremy is a year older than me technically, but we'll be young for freshmen, and he'll be a normal age." Micheal shrugs.

"Wait, he is?" Charlie pauses. "Ugh, I don't even know what he looks like."

Jen pauses. "Wait, the bite victim? Why is he important?"

"Micheal and Jeremy were a couple well not out in the open or whatever. Technically, I just outed him to you two. But it's not like it really matters Micheal's twelve, and it's not like anyone will believe you." Charlie frowns. "But there's a problem we don't know if he also came back."

Micheal looked furious, but before he could speak up, Jen spoke up first. "He would seek out Henry first since they both were on that stupid suicide mission in the first place, but Hen didn't come back."

Clara tilted her head curious at Micheal's anger and placed a hand on his shoulder, which made him look up at her in confusion. The anger drained from his face faster than he realized. "Why are you angry?" Her voice was low as if she was excluding the other two in their conversation.

Micheal paused, furrowing his brows. He didn't understand why his mother asked, nor does he understand why he feels genuine comfort in her soft touch. "You know why I'm angry. Being queer is basically a death sentence till I'm in my 40s. I don't expect you to understand. Same sex attraction isn't exactly something you can force yourself to like." He bites his lip, getting frustrated trying to find the right words. "I've tried with woman. I didn't like it. I..." He huffs crossing his arms tighter so he doesn't bite his hand in frustration.

"Can two women be intimate?" Clara stares downnat her son, curious again as the frustration drained from his face again with her question.

Micheal's mouth thins to a line. "Two women can be intimate. I know a bit about it, but again, I'm not an expert on other queer relations." He's confused now since his mother truly sounded genuine in her question.

"So would William be a queer like you, or would Elizabeth and Evan be queer?" Clara hums stares down at her eldest.

"Father isn't queer in the normal sense. He has a person that fits him, and it happened to be Uncle Henry. Father doesn't feel romantic or sexual attraction to anyone but the person he bonded to." Micheal tilts his head. His mother actually looked interested in what he was saying. "Being queer isn't genetic if you're asking that. Lizzie, well, if she grows up the same likes men, Evan doesn't really have any interest in anyone. Evan isn't like Father. He truly just doesn't feel romantic or sexual attraction." He shrugs. "I just like men, I have a type like someone who was interested in woman."

Clara pauses. She looks to be in deep thought. A soft hum was heard from her as she nodded. Mkcheal knew more about things than she had ever considered a possibility. That is quite useful, but would it matter to Jen. She was looking at then two and seemed to have an approving gaze, so her plan to befriend her eldest was working in her favor. Micheal was an adult in a child body it would make matters easier when forced to deal with him.

Micheal looked back to Charlie, who just shrugged, not getting any of that conversation. He sighs and looks over to Jen, who seemed pleased that he had a civil conversation with his mother. He was still trying to process his own mother, stopping him from having a meltdown.

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