(Disclaimamento! There is no way I could own Five Nights at Freddy's...let alone own part two. All rights go to Scott Cawthon the true mastermind of this game. Which leaves me with writes for this story :3)
"YOU PROMISED!"
A young boy screeched loudly until his chubby face turned red with fury. His mother sat silently in the front of the car as she slowly drove ahead, avoiding a major jolt from a speed bump. She tried her best to ignore her screaming child quietly murmuring every so often.
"Hush, Philly baby, mommy's very busy and needs to concentrate on driving, hunny..." She muffles a few yawns , exhaustion lacing her voice.
"You said we could go to Freddy's today!"
His screams progressively got worse and worse as he began to kick the back of her while flailing his arms widely.
"Mom! Moooooooooom! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! MUUUUUUUUUUUM! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHMMM! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
He whined loudly over and over and over.
And over.
And over...
Two hands tightened on the steering wheel until the bony knuckles became painfully white.
"Phillip! Behave yourself or so help me, we will never go to that rat-hole EVER again!"
Silence quickly filled the van as the mother smiles in triumph while pulling up to their destination. With a sigh of relief, she unbuckles herself and opens the vehicle's door. She takes one liberating step out of the van before poking her head back in.
"Mommy's gonna get your father, okay? Can you wait here?"
She takes his lack of response as yes.
"Thanks sweety~"
She closes the door eagerly and hurriedly walks to the house. Once out of sight, Phil lets his frustrated tears stream down his cheeks.
A few minutes easily formed many as heat began to build up in the van until it was too much to bare. His previous sadness now gone as he swung the door open, he stepped out, gratefully accepting the wind now embracing his sweaty skin. With a sigh of relief, he walks up to his father's porch and laid on to the cool pavement surface of it. It definitely felt better than the summer sun. Until he heard despair coming right at him. Just inside his mother was screaming.
"You wanted kids! Take responsibility for him!"
"Eden, I know you're a busy person, but today is your day off and you promised to take him to Fredbear's Family Diner." His father murmurs calmly.
"I AIN'T PROMISE HIM SHIT!"
Eden's shrieks, without a doubt, could be heard from the end of the street.
"He's a spoiled rotten brat that you've created!"
It was silent for a moment. and Philip bit his lip in anticipation, waiting for their conversation to continue.
"... Eden, it's his birthday. HIS BIRTHDAY for goodness sake. I know you think he's no longer your problem cause I won custody, but you're still his mother."
Philip held his breath and praying to the heavens that nothing more would be said. Too bad life doesn't usually work out like that.
"That boy is no son of mine."
(A/N: Gaspo! This is a cliff hanger! I apologize for the slow progression of this story, but it's certainly a start. This story is based upon The Game Theorists' marionette theory so also credit to them and stuffs)