So sorry this took so long. Life caught up with me. Yeah that's it ^^:

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Calvin and Hobbes and FNAF are owned by Bill Watterson respectfully. Please, do not sue!

The Windows may have been down, but the air was thick. Tension hung like a cloud. Like an explosive. Sitting,waiting, for the was the driver, as usual on longer trips. But he was unhappy. It wasn't clear at first. But looking closer told all. His palms were sweaty.. His jaw was clenched in an iron grip. If one listened closely, they could hear his so often he looked to his right. Where Mom sat. Always flashing with anger. Always for a second. Never more. Before wavering back to the road. It was quiet in the car. No one dared speak. Not even Calvin.

The tension was clear as day. He liked causing trouble. But he knew when to pick his battles. This battle, he decided, wasn't even worth getting out of the bunker. He was bored too. Normally he would complain. He'd even brought some stuff to mess around with. But he didn't get it out.

With the way Dad was acting, even the slightest sound could set him off. He envied Hobbes. Who stayed out by falling asleep. For all Hobbes cared, the tension in the car was miles away.

Calvin slumped downward. Car rides were always the worst for him. But the tension made this one unbearable.

He decided to steal from Mom's book and look out the window. Hoping something was outside. There wasn't much. The usual greenery passed by. Interrupted by the occasional structure. Calvin wished to see something interesting. But nothing came. He tried to think. But nothing came again. Even his imagination was too bored to work. Though the image of a bunch of sleeping mind workers appeared. He wanted to wake them. But didn't. The wake up call was smacking his head after all. He glanced back. Hoping that something had changed. Something changed alright. For he found his view blocked, by something orange and fuzzy.

Calvin groaned. Hobbes tail flicked. It was a habit when Hobbes slept. Giving further proof his tail had it's own mind. He shoved it. It went away, then came back.

This time he pushed it between Hobbes legs. He sat back. Only for the tail to fling out. It smacked Calvin again. He groaned again and grabbed the tail to shove it away. Of course grabbing a cat's tail is a bad idea. Be it house cat..or tiger. Hobbes's eyes burst open. A growl rose from his throat.

Calvin gulped and let go of the tail. He watched his best friend turn to face him. He was unsure if he should be scared or defend himself.

"I hope there's a good reason you did that," he growled. Calvin's mind made itself up. Defending it is!

"You shouldn't have thrown it in my face," Whispered Calvin.

"I don't throw my tail like a common cat," Hobbes huffed and crossed his arms, "My tail is-"

"Big, Fuzzy, and enjoys getting in my face."

"I can't understand why though," Hobbes said sarcastically. ",Your face isn't exactly desirable."

Calvin saw red, then moved to grab Hobbes. But he stopped. Glancing up front he saw Dad looking back. Without a word he sat down. Hobbes was awestruck.

"It's still that bad?"

"I'm not even taking the chance to see," Replied Calvin. Hobbes looked up front to check the time. He'd fallen asleep a half hour in. It'd been two hours..

"I know they can get mad but sheesh," He said. ",this is taking it to a whole new level."

There was silence. Calvin didn't want to risk it. Hobbes sighed and leaned back. He wasn't ready to fall asleep again. But he didn't wish boredom either.

But with nothing to do, boredom came quickly. Absentmindedly he popped a claw. Then tapped it on the car's door. It was slow. Very methodical But it kept his interest.

It earned Calvin's intrigue too. But negatively. He glared at Hobbes. Hobbes didn't notice and just kept tapping.

"Cut it out," He whispered.

Hobbes stopped to look at him. He glanced at his claw.

"What? The tapping?"

"Yes, it's driving me crazy."

Hobbes knew full well what would happen if he kept tapping. Part of him screamed, "No!"

But the mischievous part spoke louder. His smirk spread like butter. Calvin glared again.

"Don't you dare," Calvin warned.

But he did dare. Hobbes placed his claw back down. The tapping began. Once again starting slow. But it quickly grew faster. The beat became more rapid, fast paced. Calvin grit his teeth.

"Could you please stop?" He asked.

Hobbes said nothing. He just kept tapping. The smirk became a grin. Calvin held his hears, but the tapping grew louder. It ran around in his head. Hobbes just kept tapping as loud as he could.

Finally, Calvin snapped. He turned toward Hobbes, his face turning red. WIth a deep breath he shouted,

"WOULD YOU STOP THAT YOU MANGY FURBALL?!"

Everyone in the car, minus calvin, jumped. Dad jerked the wheel. The car swerved. It went to left shoulder. Dad jerked the wheel back. The car titled a little. Almost everyone screamed. Dad fought for control.

The car stopped as Dad got it under control. He slowed it down, then drove onto the side. No one moved. No one wanted too.

Dads fingers gripped the wheel. His knuckles turned white. He glanced into the mirror, straight at his son.

"Calvin," he said calmly. ", why did you scream?"

Calvin blanched, he didn't know what to say. He looked to Hobbes. Hobbes tapped his fingers and whistled.

"I'm waiting." Dad said again.

"Dear," Mom tried to say.

"Don't say anything," Dad shot back. He turned around. He was trying to be calm, but his face betrayed him. His jaw clenched. His eyes wide, almost bloodshot.

"Why did you scream?"

"H-Hobbes was tapping and it annoyed me," Calvin whispered.

Dad stared at him. His head fell, then he sighed. Everyone waited. Then Dad's head came up.

"You almost wrecked the car because "Hobbes was taping?"

"I didn't almost wreck the car," Calvin defended, ",I wasn't the one driving."

"You were the one who yelled,a nd you distracted me!" Dad snapped. His voice got louder. It wasn't yelling. But it was close.

"Well we didn't..," Calvin said.

"It doesn't matter that we didn't! The fact is you could have caused it!" Dad shouted now.

"You could have gotten us KILLED! For once could you think before you act?"

"Dear, it's in the past," Mom was cut off sharply.

"Don't start," Dad snapped.

"You were wrong about this, so right now your word is bub!"

"It's not my fault!" Mom shouted back

Dad rolled his eyes. Calins hands clenched. He'd never seen this before. His parents had disagreements, but this was vastly different. Dad began scolding again, but he was tuned out. Calvin focused on Mom. Rather her face.

It seemed like hours passed after Dad shouted. It was only a moment. But it stung. Her face went red with anger. Looking to attack. Then her face paled. Her eyes softened. The pain of his words sinking in.

Finally it hit home. Her face changed to one of hurt. Her brow knotted up, then the light drained from her eyes. Like a dying candle. She gasped. A tiny gasp, but very visible to Calvin. He felt hurt. It hurt him as much as it did her.

He didn't have long to dwell though. Dad sensed his waning attention. He raised his voice. Then he yelled,

"If you do anything like this in the court, I'm going to shred that stupid tiger!"

That got everyone's attention.. Everything stopped. Hobbes eyes bugged out. Clavin's jaw dropped. Moms small gasp turned into a full one.

Dad, sensing they would turn on him, tried to defend himself. But when the words came. The car went nuts.

"You can't shred Hobbes!" Calvin shouted. He grabbed and held his friend tight.

"I won't as lo," It was Dad's turn to be cut off. By Mom hitting him. He looked to her.

"Lay a finger on that tiger and I'll dismantle your bike!" Mom shouted.

"I'm not the one misbehaving!"

"No you're acting like a child!"

Once again, the car went silent. Like a breath, sucked in. Not a sound was heard. It was Dad's turn to look shocked.

Mom stared. She knew it was a low blow. But it had to be said. She wasn't sure where it came from. It couldn't be taken back.

Calvin's eyes grew to match Hobbes. The duo gulped. Where would this go? They were a bit frightened to find out. Calvin glanced out his window.

Then he saw him. A rather round man was walking toward the car. He had short hair and a large mouth. A curious expression on his face.

He seemed to be wearing business casual. Though the purple shirt threw Calvin off.

Who wears purple to work?

The man walked over to the car, then tapped on the window. Dad and Mom turned.

"Are you alright?"

Dad froze. His face paled, and his blood went to ice. It was him. The voice on the other end.

"I saw your car swerve. Wanted to check if I should call someone." William Afton peered into the car.

Calvin noticed though, he was trying not to smile. He was almost excited. Like the possibility of them hurt was a joy.

Dad jumped into his seat. William walked over, and Dad rolled down the window.

"Uh no, we're fine sir." He said shakily. Mom grimaced. He wasn't convincing.

"Are you sure?" Asked William. "It looked like something happened."

Dad glanced back. His eyes boring into Calvin's. Calvin shrunk again. Dad then turned back to William.

"Just a minor..scare is all."

"Alright."

Dad watched William. He hoped William wasn't able to identify him. That he could drive away. He could feel something off. Calvin felt it too.

William stared at him for a moment. Then chuckled.

"I thought you sounded familiar," he leaned against the car.

"You're the guy I talked to about the Springlocks," He chuckled. Dad's blood became ice. A cold chill hung in the air.

"Y-Yeah I was…" Stammered Dad.

"Hey, I'm sorry about all this," William said. ", At least you're allowed out after your statement.

Dad looked down. He muttered something unintelligible. William looked down.

"Did you say something?" Asked William. Dad sighed and leaned back.

"I'm company representative," He said. ",They figured I should represent the company because of how close I am."

"Really," William's eyes widened.

"I guess we'll see a lot of each other," He smiled. Dad smiled back. Out of politeness more than anything.

Mom was getting uncomfortable too. She made a plan. Leaning over, she looked at William.

"Excuse me but you wouldn't happen to know where the sunset motel is would you?"

Dad looked at her, confused. He wanted to leave. Why was she engaging in conversation?

William stared back. Mom's intrusion had thrown him off. He also had a suspicion. But he kept it to himself.

"Yes actually, it's a mile down the road," He gestured toward town. ",then you take a left for about a fourth mile."

"Thank you sir," Mom said happily.

"We need to check in before…" Mom trailed off, then glanced at the clock. It read 3:40. She smiled, then looked back.

"By 4:00, or else we'll lose our room," Dad caught on and nodded to confirm.

"Oh yes, I'm so sorry but we must get going."

Afton nodded, though it was a curt nod. He smelled a rat. But he didn't say a word. He just smiled.

"Alright, good luck and have a safer drive."

"Thank you, we will," Dad said. He geared the car, and rolled up the window. Then they drove away.

Afton watched them go. He waited until they were out of sight. Finally, he let it out. His withheld smilie. It quickly became a grin.

"We're going to see a lot of each other," he chuckled under his breath.

Then, without another word. He walked back into his house.