The Crying Child
First of all, I'm pleased with myself for getting two fav and the two followers on the first day (that was more than what I suspected!). I want to thank all of you that are reading my story, those reviews made me smile and gave me a reason to write more (*cough, cough* write more reviews please). Hehe. I just realized that I accidentally didn't add the character, the child, so people who wanted to read a fan fiction about him won't immediately find this story. Opps…. Oh well, rookie mistake I won't do it again (hopefully). Anyways, let's go back to the story, the child's name would be revealed in this chapter.
FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon
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Chapter 2: All Alone
When Mom had arrived home, Félix had rushed to his younger brother's room, freeing him before threatening him to 'not tell mom or else'. He couldn't understand why Félix even bother mentioning it. It's not like his parents would do anything to stop his brother. Since they were far too tired from work to deal with their children, they would just scold him with a 'that's not very nice' and leave him of with warnings. Félix knew the warnings were just empty threats. Unfortunately for the younger, Félix's were not.
In the kitchen, their mother was yelling for them to come and help get ready for dinner.
Félix groaned, casting one last warning glance at him, before running down the hall. Meanwhile he trudged towards the mirror in his bathroom. Sighing when he saw his eyes red and puffy from crying.
Oh well, there's nothing he could do about it, looks like he would just have to avoid meeting eye contact with his parents, again. He splashed water at his face before smiling at the mirror. It looked weird and it didn't match his eyes but it looked real enough.
His mom stood by the counter chopping off carrots and humming a little tune, while Félix was setting up the table. Upon arrival, she glanced down at him giving him a quick smile. In return, he gave her his practiced one as he gently picked up a pitcher and prepared to make lemonade.
"Aurelio…" He froze. Turning slowly and meeting his mother's gaze. She never says his real name. Nobody does. Rather everybody calls him by his nickname, Leo. Had she seen his eyes? "Since when do you were dark clothes?"
Oh.
Oh.
That was it?
He felt… disappointed. A part of him wanted her to know something was wrong. It was just a little part of him that screamed he didn't want to be alone anymore… 'She wasn't gonna do anything anyways.' Leo thought bitterly.
"Aurelio?"
"Huh?" Leo blinked, meeting his mother's suddenly concerned look and Félix's gaze that seemed to say, 'Don't you DARE.'
"Since when do you were dark clothes?"
Leo looked down on his choice of attire as if he forgotten what he's wearing. He wore a black T-shirt with white stripes and dark blue shorts. It was plain but it was definitely different than the green shirt he used to wear.
He gave her another fake smile with another fake cheeriness. "It's my birthday next month! I'm gonna be a man now!" Félix snorted when he puffed out his chest and his mother laughed.
"Your changing." She said proudly, then she smiled widely at him. "Yes. I wish you would stay young and innocent forever."
"He's turning ten." Félix spoke bluntly.
"So? He's growing up too fast for me! Both of you are! But you know I bet Leo would be a wonderful young man! And you-" A real smile appeared on Aurelio's lips at his mother's words.
"That crybaby would NEVER be a man!" Why is it never enough Félix? The smile disappeared.
"Félix!"
"He cries for EVERYTHING and won't shut up and stop bothering me. I won't be surprise if he still wears diapers and sucks his thumbs at night! He can't even fend for himself! He-"
"FÉLIX!" The look on his mother's face was daring him to say another word. Aurelio flinched. Even though the anger wasn't directed at him, she still looked scary. "Apologize to your little brother right now!"
Leo who didn't want his brother to hate him more, quickly said "He-he doesn't ha-have too!" which was ignored by the two red heads.
"APOLIGIZE."
Through gritted teeth and clenched fists, Félix grudgingly gave in, "…I'm sorry."
Momentarily satisfied, their mother nodded. "Good." Then she added softly so only Félix would hear. "We'll talk more about this after dinner. With your father."
If Félix heard anything he didn't show it…He didn't show it until his mother turned her attention back to the food, which he then proceeded on mouthing several colorful words behind her back.
Aurelio tensed when his brother turned to him. It caught him by surprise when Félix whispered, "I'm sorry." The younger's eyes widened. "…that it's true…"
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The dinner was delicious. It's a shame that there was a heavy tension in the air the whole time.
"So…" Leo's father spoke after the second uncomfortable silence. "Your birthday is next month! Whaddaya plan on doin' Leo?"
Leo shrugged. "Don't know."
"…You don't know…? How 'bout inviting some of your friends?"
"He doesn't have any." Félix muttered earning a glare from his mother, "Unless you count those stupid dolls he has." This remark earned a suddenly concerned look shared by their parents.
"You… don't?"
"I have some." That sounded more like a question rather than a statement.
Félix rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Whatever."
"I DO!" Aurelio shouted making everybody jump. Everybody was too surprised by his sudden outburst that they didn't notice the hint of desperation in his voice. "Francis is my friend! Chris and Bert are too!"
"Oh, that's good." Both of his parents smiled, neither of them recalling having heard those names before. Félix frowned but said nothing. The adults seemed at ease after that, chattering away about work and other things that Aurelio wasn't interested in. Every once in a while they tried to get the kids in a conversation but ignored them when they didn't respond. They did told Félix to stop flicking mash potatoes at Leo, though he pretended to not hear. He did stop when the doorbell rang.
"Did one of you invite friends over?" His mother asked.
"No."
"Not when you're here."
"No."
"Not you." She smacked her husband's shoulder lightly before getting up and making her way towards the front door. "And Félix I hope that was a joke." Félix smirked.
Aurelio heard greetings coming from the strangers his mom chatting with them and not long after, he heard his mother said 'come in' before yelling at them. "Leo! Félix! Steve! Come meet the new neighbors!"
Three figures stood by the doorway when Leo entered the living room. The first one was a woman in her forties with kind eyes and her dirty blonde hair tied back in a ponytail; the second was a cute girl older than Félix, she was in her late teens with a sweet shy smile and white hair. The last one was a boy probably the same age as Leo, but still terrifying. Aurelio was surprised he didn't immediately ran away and hid underneath a table. The boy had black hair and wore all black (what kind of kid wears stuff like that!?) making his already pale skin, paler, he looked bored and had a slight frown on his face as if the world was uninteresting and dull. He seemed to have a look of authority on him despite his age reminding Leo of Francis and the way he carries himself.
Leo was too busy ignoring his instincts of fleeing before a possible new bully, he almost didn't hear the lady introducing them, "I'm May, this is my daughter Mary, she's mute by the way." The white haired girl made a serious of motions with her hand that Aurelio had no idea what it meant. "She said it's nice to meet you" Thanks May. "And this is my nephew, Nate." The boy didn't even bother acting nice he just kept his hands in his pockets and grunted a 'hey.'
"Sorry Nate is a little… shy." To Aurelio it sounded and looked more like he didn't care.
"Really?" he heard his mother say "Maybe Leo and Nate can become friends!"
That was when uninterested violet eyes met his hazel ones.
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I'm updating this every Tuesday but that might change into a different date when I enter school. (P.S here's a promise if I miss updating this on one of the weeks, I'll update two the following.) Later! Don't forget to Review!