"Really, yer combat boots?"

"What?"

Gramma looked really tired. Dollface couldn't understand why Gramma was upset. It was just Uncle Sebbie!

"An'jeans with Grampa's first Air Force patch? Really Dollface?"

Dollface shrugged, not fully seeing the problem with this.

Michael agreed, she was wearing pants and a shirt and her favorite KISS bomber, nothing to get excited about.

"He's gonna think we're absolutely crazy." Gramma exasperated, "He's gonna think we're crazy!"

Wait, why? They're just boots. Dollface and MIchael asked in unison.

"Dollface, ya won't git anywhere if ya keep lookin' an'actin' th'way ya do. Ya gotta start growin' up an'actin' yer age!"

"Is this 'cause I asked coach Redbird if I could lift with th'team yesterday?"

Gramma uncomfortably scratched her knuckles, "Ya really need t'stop botherin' him, Dollface, 'specially since ya know th'answer."

"Maybe if I keep askin' he'll-"

"Dollface, it's always been a 'no'. I don't want m'baby gurl gettin' hurt."

"Let it go, Muriel, just let it go." Grampa said tiredly from his seat at the kitchen table. Gramma sighed, and turned back to the sizzling bacon swimming in grease.

"Dollface, can ya get th'toast fer me?" Quickly forgetting appearances, Gramma cracked a few eggs onto a skillet.

Dollface selected two slices and tossed them into the little metal slots and pulled the margarine from the fridge.

"And coffee please."

"Yes ma'am." Dollface turned her attention to the coffee machine. She wasn't a fan of caffeine, but Grampa needed a mug or twelve's worth to drink before work, and a canteen throughout the day so he could better deal with his inspection rounds.

Dollface sighed. "Why is Uncle Sebastian even comin' today?"

"This is th'only day off he could get t'spend time with ya." Gramma said. Dollface glanced at the Missouri Conservation calendar, then over it at the cross stitch Gramma made her do when she was seven for mouthing off, "RESPECT YOUR ELDERS."

"Why would some rich businessman like Uncle Sebbie want t'even show his face in this town?" She then sniffed the contents of a bag labeled 'DEATH WISH', putting a scoop of coffee into the machine's filter.

"Because he loves you an'he didn't even get t'see ya 'til you were ten. Maybe once after you were first born, but he wanted to know you." Gramma answered matter of factly.

"I don't even know 'bout that side of th'family." Dollface said with a snort, pouring water into the tank and switching the coffee machine on. "And ya send 'em stuff all th'time too. Shouldn't that be good enough?" Dollface said as Michael agreed, listening to the machine burble and heat the water. The toast popped from its stainless steel prison, and she placed the slices on a plate, slathering margarine onto one side and slapping the pieces together. She set the warming 'sandwich' onto a tea plate to stay warm before serving.

She then pulled out her stash of decaf instant and put a rounded teaspoon into her favorite mug, the one with 'Hot Mess Express' written on the side, surrounded by cactuses. Or was it cacti?

She'd have to ask Grampa later, he always seemed to know about stuff like that.

Dollface grabbed Gramma's hot water meant for tea, poured some in, then reached into the fridge for her acidophilus milk.

Dollface wouldn't have to take a lactaid now, but judging by the emptiness of the carton, she would tomorrow.

She tossed it into the trash.

Grampa looked up from his newspaper at the addition of eggs and bacon to the table. Dollface sat across from him, and handed him his coffee once it spewed from the machine and could be poured into his mug of cream and sugar. "Dollface, I've been tryin' t'put it off fer years, but we're runnin' on fumes now. Just promise me t'play nice."

"Toast my dear?" Grampa passed the slices to Gramma. Gramma didn't like when he ate toast because he liked to go down to have a donut with Haddonfield Hank. Gramma took her golden brown bread and Dollface took hers. "Get enough sleep kiddo?"

Dollface happily nodded to Grampa, mouth filled with eggs. Last night was a late night for the Fazbear Girls, and tonight had to be put on hold because of Dollface's weird uncle visiting last-minute.

Luckily, the animatronics had been cleaned up and were ready to go, and the other girls could just serve pizza and run counters in the arcade like most weekdays.

Dollface hated being the reason for complications, but Mr. Emily had said "It's fine, I understand. Family is more important."

Dollface glugged her unsweetened coffee. Sugar hurt her throat, so she avoided it.

"He says he's coming with a surprise for ya. Wonder what that could be." Grampa said, shuffling his newspapers. He took the last dregs of coffee down and stood. "Have fun with yer uncle."

"Uncle Sebbie is weird though." She muttered to herself.

Every visit he was weird as hell, and when asked, he'd say, 'I'm simply one Hell of an Uncle!'.

Michael thought he was nuts.

"He's yer uncle," Gramma mumbled around a mouthful of bacon, "An'he loves ya very much!"