Dollface thumped down in her chair, hair still dripping with plastic from the lathe in the basement she'd been banished to after her lukewarm shower. (Thanks, Reggie) She looked around the small kitchen table, seeing the extra guest folding chair was set out, as well as a small step ladder and a porch chair.

The grandest, but shortest, of the guests, sat in the coveted folding chair.

Uncle Sebastian, a face she recognized and would usually be happy to see, sat in the step ladder, clearly the lowest in the unspoken hierarchy of the room. He stood and ushered her from her chair and into the wobbly step ladder.

The hierarchy had shifted just by her presence.

Gramma set a perspiring glass bottle of 7UP soda in front of her.

Hair still full of plastic chunks from her latest lathe project, Dollface snatched the bottle and began drinking it.

The air was filled with her loud gulps and the buzzing fan.

Dollface slammed the mostly empty bottle down on the table, gasping for air.

Dollface and Regina had barely been let inside just an hour ago. It had taken Regina to convince Gramma to let her get a shower, and Dollface just went in through the basement, lathing a new pen out of boredom.

When she came upstairs, Regina and the three strange guests were in her room, having a grand ol'time going through her stuff.

Dollface glared and went to get a shower after chasing them out, still reeking of Fazbear's.

Still angry that Gramma had found the bear's head, she now sat in the kitchen, wearing Grampa's National Guard cast-offs and itching, staring everyone down.

Gramma set Dollface's dinner in front of her on a paper plate.

Everything else was in the dishwasher.

Dollface picked up her bratwurst's pretzel bun and frowned.

Dinner was cold.

Regina tapped a nail on the table.

Dollface, barely even looking, pulled the pen she'd made out of her enormous pocket and slapped it on the table.

She took a swing of her 7UP, disgusted by the sweetness.

She openly showed it on her face.

Gramma sighed and set a bottle of water out.

Dollface happily took it and chugged it in one go, the blood-flavored bile still a faint memory. Fazbear's, while uneventful as far as Dollface could remember, had been disgusting.

Regina and Gramma both glared at Dollface's performed slobbiness in front of guests.

Uncle Sebbie awkwardly cleared his throat, trying to get everyone's attention, but instead watching Dollface wolf down her dinner as if she'd never seen food in her life.

Grampa watched, amused.

Dollface finally finished, swiping roughly at the ketchup smears with the back of her hand.

Regina glared, "You are an absolute pig."

"Oink, oink, motherfucker."

Regina gasped and Gramma began lecturing as Grampa laughed for the first time that day. The guests looked astonished at the scene that had unfolded around them.

Finally, it ended by Dollface asking Gramma to pass her some Goldfish crackers.

Gramma told her 'not for that mouth', and that Dollface could get it herself.

Dollface shrugged and said she would gladly, reaching for the box on the fridge top.

"Reggie, ya want some?"

Regina perked up, the cheap crackers a personal guilty pleasure. Dollface tossed a bag to her, then opened the fridge, her bag dangling from her teeth and grabbed two more drinks, both La Croixs.

She set one in front of her sister and collapsed into her chair, the day leaving her completely beat.

"Dollface, how was your day?" Grampa asked as Gramma poured more coffee into his jittering mug. Grampa had obviously had too much for the day. Gramma offered to the short guest, but he declined.

Sebastian muttered, "He only takes Earl Gray."

Gramma tried not to roll her eyes and moved on.

Grandpa stirred his drink, expecting an answer.

"Th'Schmidt's r'cleanin' out Mike's place." Dollface said, "Delivered Tanaka's flowers on th'way there. After that, Reggie an'I went t'Joey Drews'."

"Dollface, what have I told y'll 'bout goin' there?" Gramma fussed, "It ain't safe!"

"The rumors ain't true, y'know that!"

"This ain't 'bout no ink monsters or satanic rituals, th'place is full'o nails and rotten floors. I can't have either o'ya fallin' through an'gettin' hurt!"

"That place is still 'round?" The blonde asked. Dollface recognized her from working at Daisy's, "Thought it would've at least collapsed by now."

"Let's get back to the point," Everyone looked back up at the shortest guest, as he had finally said something, "We're here to discuss the futures of our….daughters' care."

He squinted at Dollface and Regina, clearly disgusted by them.

"Wait, you look familiar," Regina said, then gasped, "You're-"

"Lord Ciel Phantomhive, President of Funtom Toy Company."

Michael reared his head, dropping his broom from where he was sweeping the front porch of his Liminal Space, He's what now?!

Dollface began choking on her Goldfish, completely caught off guard. Regina gave her a hard slap on the back, forcing the crackers down her throat, even as she gushed profusely to her father.

Dollface couldn't believe her ears and ignored Regina's threats, "You shittin' m'dick right now?!"

Grandpa looked tired.

Gramma shuffled into the kitchen and quietly set Dollface's threadbare wallet down. Dollface opened it up and compared the blonde to the pageant winning girl inside.

"Jeez, old age really didn't treat ya very well."

"Dollface!" Regina gasped, grabbing Dollface's shoulders, "If this is THE Lord Phantomhive, then that means Mama Cowatch is really the world famous model, Marion Phantomhive!"

"Yeah, ya already told me Marion Cowatch was famous when ya got dumped on us. Y'know, 'cause ya only saw her on Christmas an'I only saw her in Vogue."

"Yes, but I didn't know she was a Phantomhive!"

Dollface rolled her eyes, wiggling free, "I still don't see th'big deal."

"Are you crazy?!" Regina screeched, she leaned in and hissed, "These are some of the most powerful people in the world, sitting in our kitchen and telling us we're their kids!"

Dollface leaned away from Regina, "Yer breath stinks."

Regina went back to sitting pretty in her seat, red and bashful.

"Uncle Sebbie, why are ya here then?"

Uncle Sebbie suddenly looked sheepish, his usual too-cool-to-care demeanor melting away completely, "Well, uh, ya see…"

He twiddled his thumbs, "Well, I knew this day would come at some point, but, woof, don't know what to say."

Dollface suddenly felt her stomach get fluttery and her heart thump louder.

Finally, he sniffed and looked at her, "What kind of butler would I be if I couldn't pretend to be your uncle for sixteen years?"

Dollface stood up and marched out of the house.

After a few uncomfortable moments of buzzing silence, Grandpa switched off the fan just as Sebastian said, "Of all things, that's what gets 'er."

A loud truck came rumbling to life and Eustace jumped from his chair, scaring Regina, "Oh my God Muriel, she's takin' m'truck!"

"Eustace, leave it be."