PLEASE ignore this. It's just a re-upload of something I deleted a long time ago.
You are (Y/N), a cute six year old girl who absolutely adores her uncle. Who is this uncle some may ask. Well he's mike Schmidt of course, and if those some were to ask you they would be answered with nothing but praise for this so beloved relative.
We come into this story when you were sitting on your bed drawing a picture for your favorite uncle. It was a picture of his favorite animatronic character Foxy.
He was always talking about him and by the way he said it, it sounded like Foxy liked him back, with all the running to him while he was on duty and whatnot.
"…but where is she going to stay?" you heard your dad say from the other room. Being the curious little thing you were you grabbed your detective's hat and magnifying glass from your bed-side table to go investigate.
"Maybe she can…no that wouldn't work." You heard your mom say. "It wouldn't be much of a vacation if we took her." You heard your dad say.
You were fine with that statement because you liked to cause trouble for your parents. You knew it was wrong, but they were so boring, you loved them with all your heart but they were just to calm for your rambunctious nature.
As you were looking through you magnifying glass a wonderful idea entered your mind "I can stay with uncle mike!" you said excitedly, interrupting whatever boringness was going to come out of your father's mouth.
There was a pause as your parents looked at you. Thinking you were in your room not listing to what they were saying like always. "It's a good idea right?" you said happily bouncing at the thought of staying with your uncle that you loved so much.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to interrupt your father?" your mother said in a bored tone having said this many times before. "But it's a good idea isn't it?" you said with a sly smile.
She chuckled and then turned to look at your dad. "That dose sound like a great idea. He's never had problems watching her before, he doesn't live very far away, and she hasn't seen him in quite awhile so it'll be like a vacation for her too. Plus I want to see what's so 'bad' about him"
"U-umm I don't think, well…you don't know him like I do." Said your father in his 'I'm-taking-about-my-brother-and-am-terrified' voice. "Besides you wouldn't say that if you knew him like I do." "He's my brother-in-law and I want to judge him myself." Said your mother, not backing down despite your fathers best efforts.
"Uh, well I-It's not safe where he lives." Your mother raised her eyebrow "yea he lives in uh, the bad part of town. I don't think it's safe for our daughter to stay there." He finished with confidence in his voice.
"Come on honey your brother can't be that bad, there's no logical reason you should keep hiding him like you do. I mean, we've been married for almost ten years now, and I want to see the man we're going to leave our daughter with." Your mother said firmly.
You were always confused when your dad refused to let her pick up or drop you off at your uncle's house, but never really dwelled on it for more than a minute or two, attention always wondering to more important thing.
Like what was for dinner.
"We don't know if we'll be leaving our daughter there." Said your dad. "Come on daddy, please? I really want to see uncle mike." You pleaded making the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.
"I would like to meet your brother." "B-but I umm." He sighed not able to take his wife and kid ganging up on him. "Ok, but I don't like it." You squealed loudly as you ran to get your picture.
After about twenty minutes you arrived at your uncle's apartment. You got out of the car faster than your parents and began skipping to your uncle's door. You slowed down when you notice that your mother looked a bit nervous, probably because you were in the not-so-good part of town.
"It's fine mommy uncle mike would never let anything bad happen to us." You smiled reassuringly at your mother, as you speed up and started leading again knowing everything you said was one hundred percent true.
Your father knocked on the door then waited about five seconds. "WelllookslikemikesnothomerightnowIguesswe'lljusthavetocomebacklater."
Your father quickly said as he turned to go back to the car. Your mother put her hands on your dad's shoulders and brought him in front of the door. "At least try Jeremy." Your mother said disapprovingly.
Your father was hesitant, but you weren't. You banged loudly on the door until your mother put her hand on your shoulder. "That's enough dear." She said as thumping was heard inside.
The door partially opened to show part of your uncle. He had no shirt on and had obviously been sleeping. He was wearing a worn-out grey beanie, dirty, unzipped and unbuttoned pants. And halve of his face was obscured by the door so that only one of his inhumanly grey eyes was showing. Upon closer observation tiny black spots could be seen in the iris making it look darker than what it was suppose to be.
Couple this with the death glare he was giving and he could only be described one way, utterly terrifying.
You felt your mother's hand grip your shoulder tightly as she pulled you in front of her and held you protectively. "What?" mike said, upset about being woken up. "H- Umm, good morning Mike." Your dad quietly said waving slightly and putting on a large nervous smile.
Mike continued to stare for a moment then shut the door. Loud clanging and crashing could be heard. "Can we leave now?" Your dad asked quietly desperately wanting to get away from his brother.
"You know I don't judge by appearances." Your mother said despite the fact that she was obviously shaken by Mike's appearance. Mike opened the door and was now wearing a clean pair of pants and a clean shirt. He also changed his beanie to a better looking dark green one.
You wriggled out of your mothers grasp. "Uncle Mike!" you exclaimed happily. He looked at you and smiled to show shockingly white teeth and that his eye were once again his welcoming pale grey ones.
"Come and give your uncle a hug kiddo." He said in his deep comforting voice that was, again different from the one that he had used earlier.
You ran into his arms and he spun you around, stood up straight and then held you on his hip. "How ya doin' pumpkin?" he asked leaning down and kissing your forehead. You giggled.
"I've been doing good." You said with a large smile. He turned to address his brother. "So, what brought on this surprise visit?" he asked curious as to what your dad could want.
He stepped out of the way to invite them in. your mother and father came in very cautiously, as if moving to suddenly would make Mike pounce and try to tear out there thoughts or something equally as messy and painful. Your parents found a dirty, old couch with stuff on it and started to clear it off.
As they were doing that your mother found an unmarked bag with what was obviously some kind of drug it was probably illegal too. Mike came up behind her and grabbed the bag.
"Hey I was looking for that." He said, and then looked at your mother. "Thanks." He said as he trough the bag into a basket in the corner of the room. "He shoots, he scores." Said Mike quietly as your mother went deathly white.
Your parents sat on the newly cleaned, old couch looking really uncomfortable as Mike stat in a large leather chair and put you in his lap. You promptly snuggled into your uncle's torso, enjoying the warmth coming from him.
You mother was glancing around nervously as if she expected something to jump out and attack her. Your father was glancing around too but he was doing it to not look at his brother as proven by how quickly he looked away when his eyes did land on Mike.
"I'm still waiting for an answer." Mike said a large grin appearing when your father jumped. You giggled at how jumpy your parents were being.
"OH!? Umm yes we are eh, were going to uh, go on a vacation and we were wondering if you could' well possibly watch her maybe? I-I mean if you want to t-that is, and only if we can't find anyone else." Your father stammered out terrified of his little brother.
"When?" Mike asked simply. "Uhh, the day after tomorrow, y-you know for the weekend." Your father said in a quiet voice. "I can do that." He replied without much thought. "So, is that your wife." He asked slightly raising an eyebrow. "Oh, what umm, yes that's her, her name is C-Carol."
"Nice to meet you Carol." Mike said as he held out his hand. Your mother looked at the hand, then at him then back to the hand and hesitantly shook.
As soon as her hand was let go she quickly retraced it into her lap. "Is there a reason I only just meet your wife?" He asked slightly angered that he hadn't meet this woman in the ten year she had been married to his brother. He stared intently at his nervous elder brother.
"Oh that, well ha- that's uh kind of a funny story heh." Your father nervously spit out. Mike's glare intensified. "We are family after all." He said in a tone that almost made your father pee himself.
"Uh, yes we are aren't we? Ha-ha look at us, two close brothers talking about family matters." He said quickly followed directly after by a bout of nervous laughter. You stifled a giggle as your father panicked, enjoying watching your parents squirm.
Mike's stare held firm as your father's eyes darted left to right starting to tear up before he blinked rapidly. Your mother was now visibly upset that she had decided to meet this man instead of just listing to her husband's advice.
You decided to step-in to save you dad who was now panicking. "Hey Uncle Mike, I drew you a picture." You said handing him the folded piece of paper. "It's of your favorite animatronic." You smiled brightly.
Mike chuckled and ruffled your hair, all the tension that was in the air suddenly disappeared. "This looks great pumpkin, have you been practicing?" "Yup I'm getting really good." You said, pride filling your voice. "You sure are." He said happily.
"Have you been giving your parents a hard time lately?" he asked. You smiled an imp like smile and responded "Of course I have. What kind of child would I be if I didn't?"
"A well behaved one." Mike answered. You stared at each other just long enough to make your parents worry before both bursting out in a fit of loud laughter.
Your mother was resisting all motherly urges to pull you away from your uncle, and instead was trying to think of someone who could watch you instead. "Hey little brother?" Mike asked "Why don't I take her off your hands tomorrow? I do love my niece."
"Mike I'm three years older than you." Jeremy said. Pride now completely shattered. "Eh." Was Mike's response. "So whatcha say, Yes, no, maybe so?" Jeremy looked at your mom who was shaking her head from the left to right vigorously.
"umm" Jeremy mauled over his options. "Ok" he said trying to ignore the gasp that came from his wife. "Can you pick her up from school?" "Yea, I can do that." Mike said clearly exited about spending time with his favorite niece.
You and your uncle ended up playing some made-up game in his room while your parents sat in the living room staring at each other. "Why would you let him take her like that?" "I-I was scared Carol." He said regret heavy in his voice.
"He get's violent easily and I was too scared to say no." "But now our daughter is going to be spending three days with him, tree days Jeremy. What if he does something horrible to her? We won't be able to do anything, we'll be miles away and she'll get hurt all because you can't stand up to your brother."
"I know it sounds bad when you put it like that but-" "but what Jeremy you're going to let our daughter get hurt because your too scared!" "Carol it's not like that." "Then what is it like Jeremy?" a heavy silence hung in the air as they stared.
"Exactly." Your mother said as she turned the other way. Any other attempt at talking fell on deaf ears as your mother waited for you to be done playing with your uncle.
After some minuets your father came to get you. "Come on (Y/N) it's time to go home." He said in a kind voice, mindful of his brother sitting on the bed with you. "Aww do I Gotta?" "I think your dad's right." Mike said flopping backwards on the bed. "I'm beat."
"Oh, ok but Uncle Mike?" "Yea?"Mike yawned. "Can I come to work with you tomorrow?" you asked knowing where he worked and wanting to see the animatronics all the other kids talked about.
"hmm?" he asked tiredly not really listings "I asked if I could come." "Uh, yea sure why not?" you pumped your fist in victory. "Alright get out I have to sleep." He said escorting The family out of the door so he could sleep.
You heard the door lock and Mike go some were else presumably to sleep. Your mother mentally worried about your safety as Jeremy started leading the small family back to the car.
"If he's hurt you before what's stopping him from hurting her?" your mom said to your dad out of the blue. "He wouldn't do that, he loves her too much." "How do you know for sure?" "Because he's my brother and I know him." "He's your brother who hurt you even when you were children." Was what she said in response. Jeremy hit the dashboard of the car and yelled out in frustration.
Carol jumped in her seat not expecting the sudden outburst from the normally calm man. Jeremy took a deep, shaky breath. "Just drop it." He growled out. He started the car and began to drive in utter silence.
Needless to say it was a silent trip home, the underline of tension never left even as you got out and entered the house. "I'm going to try and calm down." Your father said as went to his study. You waited until the coast was clear. "Why do you think Uncle Mike will hurt me?"
You asked upset by the fact your parent's didn't trust him. Your mother looked at you shocked not having said anything in front of you. "Were you eavesdropping?" you nodded your head yes guiltily.
"Me and uncle mike wanted to hear what you were talking about." Your mother paled. "He heard everything we said?" she asked nervously. Another nod was her response. "He was right next to me while we did it." There was a pause as your mother grabbed the wall to steady herself. "He wasn't mad though." You said hoping that would make your mother felt better. "He's daddy's brother, and he's one of the best people I know." You said in a sad tone.
She relaxed a little and took a deep breath before speaking. "He may be your father's brother sweetie, but he's a bad man and you shouldn't listen to a word he says.
"NO HE'S NOT!" you yelled at your mother. "HE'S THE BEST AND IF YOU SAY HE'S A BAD MAN THAT MEANS YOU'RE A BAD MAN." There was a pause as you realized what you said.
"Err, a bad l-lady? Mommy? Uhh." You stumbled over your words, face heating up and tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "y-you know what I mean." you mumbled as you burred your face in your hands. "Your mother knew it wasn't the time but she couldn't help but crack a small smile at your cuteness.
She reached down and affectionately rubbed your head. "You're so cute (Y/N)." Your mother said. "You buried your face further in your hands. "I'm not cute." You mumbled into your hands before running to your room and slamming the door.
Your mother gave a happy sigh as she got up to go do mother-ish things enjoying the moment of happiness before the worry of leaving your daughter with a stranger like that could set in.
The fact that he was her brother-in-law was irrelevant.