Fazbin Hotel Night 3(Aka Stinky Bunny Story Time)
William Afton was having something he hadn't had in a long,long time.
A nightmare.
Reliving one of the worst days of his life.
It was the memory of the day he lost Evan.
Tossing and turning in his sleep, William was forcibly taken down memory lane. All the while the greyhound that insisted on spending the night to keep an eye on the rabbit laid next to him.
August 25,1983
It started with that morning,Michael was messing with his brother again. Hiding in the pantry and making Evan drop a box of Krispy Puffs on the floor and making them spill. William himself had just gotten Elizabeth to wake up for breakfast, carrying her into the kitchen in his arms. Rolling his eyes at his oldest child's antics.
"Micheal,cleanup the mess while I get breakfast started. It's your brother's birthday,so try to be nice for one day." William said, grabbing his oldest child by the shirt collar when he tried to duck out of the kitchen. Possibly trying to pin the mess on Evan.
Again.
The boy had always been a mischief maker but ever since Clara's, passing he'd been growing steadily worse. Messing with his little brother at every opportunity he could. Though he was nowhere near the bully his own brother had been at Michaels age. Scaring Evan and messing with his plushies is not even close to the relentless teasing and pranks Johnny had pulled.
Besides a little misery built character, and Evan needed to stop being such a crybaby about everything. He was worse than William was when he was small! Yes they all missed Clara deeply, William most of all,but wallowing in misery won't bring her back.
"Yes Father…" was Michael's response,sounding more annoyed than sorry about his punishment. Glaring at Evan while their father put Elizabeth in her seat before going to grab the pancake mix. Double dip chocolate chip, Evans favorite. William may not be the best father, but he was better to his kids than his own father had been.
Had his father ever made pancakes for him on his birthday? Nope. Did his father ever discipline his brother even slightly like with Michael to make him feel better?. NOPE. Did his father try to make his tenth birthday as good as possible and have a special surprise waiting for him? NOPE.
"How do ya feel today Evan,you're finally in the double digits!" Said Willam,mixing the batter together and attempting a happy smile. In truth William was almost a little upset his son had his birthday today; it meant he was growing up. That one day he would leave him alone. The house felt empty enough without Clara, but without the kids he didn't know what he'd do! He'd probably go crazy without them in his life.
William attempted to try and smile for his gloomy gus of a son. People liked it when he smiled,Clara loved his smile…..
"Come on,smile for me Evan. I'll make you a double stack of paaaancaaakes." William said in that sing-song way Evan used to love and that made Lizzie giggle whenever he used it. The silly voice he used whenever he was wearing the Spring Bonnie suit and singing songs for the kiddos at Fredbears.
The offer of extra pancakes seemed to make Evan perk up, the birthday boy never could resist his Spring Bonnie voice. "There we go! That's what I like to see!" Evan was giving a small smile now, hopeful for this to be a good birthday. "Please don't get the pancakes stuck on the ceiling again Father." Evan said, making Michael snort in annoyance. The look on Michael's face when they had eventually fallen down on the older boy's face should have been framed; it was so priceless.
"I'll do my best. I'm not expecting any more lost family members today." He replied, flipping the pancakes low enough to cook easier. That pancake incident was the only good thing to come out of that day, the day he'd lost his mother. She'd had a stroke in her sleep,a quiet, peaceful death.
"Lizzie, how many pancakes do you want?" He asked, and of course the little princess held up all 10 fingers. Making William just shake his head as he finished Evans batch. "How about just five,we don't have much mix left. I'll need to get some from the store tomorrow." William said as he gently pushed Lizzie's left hand down. The little five year old was quite proud of her number skills. Counting whenever she had the chance.
"Michael, pancakes?" The first batch was almost done, almost ready for the birthday boy to enjoy. Michael didn't do much as answer as go grab half a grapefruit from the fridge. Sprinkling a bit of salt on it and eating it with a spoon. Seemingly trying to look tough despite the puckering face he made.
"Alright,your loss. More pancakes for us." Once the batch was ready and plated, William got out the syrup. Letting his son drown his chocolate chips in a deluge of maple goodness.
"So,I rented a movie for tonight after dinner. I know you are just dying to see Return of the Jedi Evan. It took a while but Henry helped me find it just for you kiddo." William said,patting his son's head as he munched on his pancakes. A beaming smile on his face, anticipation to see the movie he'd been excited about all year.
"I also got enough bags of popcorn so we can all have our own. Yes, that means I got you your white cheddar Michael." He added, making his oldest fist pump in joy. Getting all those bags meant Michael wouldn't sneak kernels from Evan while he was distracted, like the last time they tried to watch a movie together.
"Plus,there's a special surprise at Fredbears for you today. I'm sure you'll love it." William smiled and said, beginning Lizzie's batch of pancakes and seeing Evan swallow and look nervous when he mentioned Fredbears.
He never did understand why he was so scared of the animatronics,they wouldn't hurt anyone unless someone was up close and personal with them. Springlock suit failures notwithstanding. Besides,who would be stupid enough to stick their hand in the bot's mouth when it was on and active?
"...What kind of surprise Father?" Evan asked, making Lizzie attempt to spoil it but their father just ended that attempt with "Wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?" And shook his head. That just made Lizzie deflate and Micheal roll his eyes.
Evan just looked a small bit upset but knew arguing wouldn't solve anything. So he just went back to his drowned pancakes for a while.
Well there went Evans' good mood. Birthday boy's should be happy on their special day, but William knew one that would make Evan happy again. "When we get back home,I'll make ya your favorite chicken parm alright buddy. With extra parsley for you!" He said,tussling the boy's hair playfully. It was a good thing he'd gotten more garlic bread crumbs and Parmesan cheese last week in preparation. Evan always loved it when he made his special double cheese layer chicken parmesan for dinner. A special treat he made for the boy when he needed a pick me up, something that helped him find some happiness again after they lost Clara.
That atleast made him smile a little bit. Syrup dripped down his chin,causing him to reach for the milk inside the fridge. Michaels grapefruit rind soaring over his head and landing in the trash can,a perfect shot worthy of a high five.
Just as Evan finished up grabbing the milk,Willam grabbed the handle before it could be closed and asked "Mind grabbing the orange juice and butter for me buddy?" And finishing up Lizzie's stack. Placing the butter slices between the cakes for her. A simple gesture, but it made her so happy when he did it.
Once her stack was done, William got his own breakfast,a handful of granola bars, and sat down to eat. He didn't want to fill up too much,not wanting to get a stomach ache while he worked. Filling up his mug with coffee to give himself a little bit of extra energy.
Micheal had left to watch TV while the others are, leaving William with just Evan and Lizzie. The former finished up his stack and put his plate away. Giving a small "Thank you Father." And leaving the room.
"Father,why is Michael so mean?" His daughter asked,her tone so innocently curious it tugged at William's heartstrings. It was a question even he had trouble fully understanding. Yes Clara was gone, but acting out like this didn't make any sense. Acting like such a bully was only going to drive his brother away, or worse Evan will lose him and they'll never get a chance to reconcile like William and his brother. Wanting nothing to do with each other when their older.
"Your brother is, grieving in his own way. He's trying to,get his feelings out in a way." It was awkward and probably far from the actual reason why Michael was acting the way he was. But reading others feelings beyond surface level was something William had always struggled with.
But now was not the time to worry about such things. Today was a day to celebrate! A day to be happy for Evan. Even if Michael refused to give his brother a break even for a day.
Within the hour,it was time to get ready for the party. Getting Evan out of his room took some finagling but eventually the boy emerged. Michael as usual refused to look presentable. Wearing only his grey sleeveless shirt. Looking morelike a delinquent then Williams son. Probably hiding his stupid Foxy mask too, maybe William should take it Michael misbehaved today.
Thankfully Fredbears was only a few minutes drive from the house. Albeit one that seemed to feel like hours from the silence that pervaded the air.
Once inside,all three children scattered across the place. While William followed Elizabeth while she went to go play with Charlotte. The little brunette was practically his daughters best friend. Sitting at one of the tables and chatting away about this and that. While William just smiled and let them talk while he went to get everything ready for later.
The party would last until 7 PM, just a bit after Evan was born. They'd cut the cake and bring in the gifts around 3 PM. Heading into his office, William into his safe. Pulling out a pink and purple gift box with a pink boy. A note scrawled in childish letters "To Evan, From Lizzie." Attached to the bow.
The plushie inside was Lizzie's idea. She was the one who noticed Evan's plushie collection was, incomplete. He had Fredbear and the Fazband, but no Springbonnie, and that got William thinking.
Why not make a new little plushie for Evan. Thus Cuddle Me Springbonnie was born. With it's long,purple Velcro ended ribbons on the ends of his hands, Springbonnie could safely cuddle around Evan and provide comfort,let him know someone is always there to comfort him.
Evan will be so happy when he sees the plushie! It took days to get everything right, making sure each stitch was perfect. Bringing the box over to the table with the other presents for when the time is right.
The party was mostly uneventful for a while. So Willam did work in his office for most of it. managing the inventory paperwork for the Diner.
Fredbear was looking a little stiff lately so William had sent in an order for replacement servos just in case he needed more than just a little oiling on his joints.
Other than that it was a normal children's party at the Diner; Kids laughed and played, Fredbear and Springbonnie sang, though William had added in a birthday song for Evan to be sang when they cut the cake.
Around 2 Pm Evan and Michael came over to grab a few slices of pizza, William sharing a barbecue chicken pie with the birthday boy. While Michael and Lizzie shared a half pepperoni half plain. As they ate,all was quiet and peaceful. You could almost assume they were all happy together. Even Evan had a smile on his face as he enjoyed his special birthday pizza! Michael managed to behave himself for a couple minutes, the most he did was make bubbles in his root beer to make Lizzie laugh. He was actually leaving his brother alone for once. A true miracle.
If only they could stay this well behaved every day. They'd be one big happy family, like they used to be.
Like they should be.
But good things never last and within the hour the older boy had popped out underneath a table and scared Evan into running away. Thankfully William had something to distract himself from his son's misbehavior: his present to Evan.
The arcade cabinet he'd ordered a week ago was being wheeled in from the back entrance closer to the arcade area. All the better to make it a surprise with. The large golden cabinet decorated with bunnies in military caps and wielding carrots like machine guns. A silly little game about firing carrots at moles.
Once it wall set up and plugged in, William and Henry began wrapping it up with purple wrapping paper while Charlie and Elizabeth stood nearby so they were in Henry's sight.
The adults were just finishing up when they heard Evan start yelling out "FATHER, UNCLE HENRY,HELP!" And hearing Michael and his little gangs laughter from across the room.
"I'll be right there Evan just a small bit busy." William said as he finished up wrapping the cabinet and placing the bow on it to tie everything together. He wondered if Michael had locked Evan in the Parts and Service Room.
AGAIN.
William would definitely need to keep that place locked when it's not being used. The Animatronics parts were expensive goddammit! If Evan breaks anything because he's in there,it's om Michaels head.
"This is perfect timing too,it's almost 3 o'clock. I'll go get Evan, you three go get the cake alright? After that he'll open his presents,imagine his face when he sees BUNNY BRIGADE! He'll be sooo happy." Willam smiled and said, waving at Henry and the kids as they went to the kitchen.
Three things immediately altered William that something was wrong the second he stepped out of the arcade.
Number 1: the place was dead silent aside from the animatronics singing
Number 2: said singing from Fredbear sounded vaguely muffled. Like something inside his mouth.
Number 3: Michaels little gang of delinquents had ran for the hills the second they saw William walking towards them. Leaving Michael alone like the fair weather "friends" they were.
"Micheal what did you do this time?" The question was stern and demanded an answer. An answer he only had to look up at the stage. To see Evan,limp in Fredbears mouth.
Evan,in Fredbears mouth.
EVAN IN FREDBEARS MOUTH.
"MICHEAL JAMES AFTON! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" William screamed,shaking the teenager in rage and confusion. Wondering what Hell possessed him to do such a thing! When Michael stammered and tried to speak, William did something he'd never done before.
He struck Michael across the check. A loud SLAP echoed across the Diner. Leaving the boy stunned and shocked.
After a few seconds to process everything, William climbed upon the stage and turned off the bear, pulling Michael up onto the stage a second later. "YOU. OPEN FREDBEARS MOUTH WHILE I PULL HIM OUT. " he commanded, the boy complying after a second. Henry was there a second later,holding the bleeding boy as father and son left the stage.
Thankfully an employee had Called an ambulance as soon as they saw the incident. Another had brought in a first aid kit and was attempting to stop the bleeding until they arrived.
The next few hours were a blur. Evan being wheeled into the emergency room, waiting on the waiting area for news. One thing was very clear though.
Michael had finally gone too far and William no longer wanted to look at him.
When the boy tried to explain himself, William didn't want hear a word. The last thing he said to his son was "Your going to go stay with Uncle Henry for the foreseeable future." And that was it. It would be just William,Evan and Lizzie from now on. Things would be better without Michael, without the boy who ruined this perfect day.
The boy who destroyed the Afton family.
The dream faded into darkness as Willam woke up. All that rage and pain flooding back to the rabbit demon. All the anguish and losing yet another family member bubbled up in the rabbits mechanical chest.
It caused William Afton to do something he hadn't truly done in decades: he cried.
Tears. thick,bloody tears streaming from his eyes. Rubbing them away didn't seem to do much besides smear it around his face. Getting as best a look as he could at the stains,Willam could see that his tears were charcoal black now. His breathing was hitched and shallow, uncontrolled.
Marcus was stirring, waking up and mumbling. All the while the rabbit was struggling to cut the flow. Squeezing his eyes shut and to calm down. To not let the other demon see William so vulnerable. So weak.
Covering his eyes,Afton ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Slipping out his clothes as best he could and turning on the shower. Trying to wash off the tears,wash off the pain. Wash away the memories until Afton could focus on something else.
But they just didn't seem to stop,flowing free as pain ripped through his black heart. William Afton was used to physical pain, emotional pain was a completely different matter. The horror and tragedy of that awful day returning to full freshness after so many years buried.
The horrible sight of his boy,his pride and joy hanging limp and bloody in jaws of his creation on what should have been a special day. The rage inducing sight of his oldest standing alone, having hurt Evan on his birthday of all days.
The cake left uneaten, the arcade William was going to surprise Evan with still wrapped, the Cuddle Me Springbonnie still in the box. All things Evan never got to enjoy.
After a good long while the tears finally began to stem and Afton felt his breathing even out. Control over his emotions slowly returning. Slowly returning to it's cold and calculating state. The state of a remorseless monster that didn't feel stuff like sadness or remorse. Afton preferred being a monster anyway. It meant he could kill and perform his experiments without such distractions as "morals" and "empathy".
It was better to be cold and unfeeling then let the pain take control.
To let the hollowness inside come to the forefront.
Calmly putting everything back on, William was surprised to see Marcus sitting up on the bed. Head tilted in confusion and a look of almost,concerned for the rabbit.
William didn't like that look. It meant Marcus was trying to pry into his past. A past that should stay buried and forgotten. Mistakes that should stay in the past,
"Ya have a bad dream or something big bun? Old memories replaying?" The greyhound just laughed and said, making Afton go still. "How did you know?" He asked,glaring at the hound.
"Same thing happened to me when I first fell here. they'll stop when you relive your death. Probably,mine did. When you woke me up with your moving around I was dreaming I was a pickle farmer haha!" The complete nonchalant way Marcus said that meant he was used to such things. Grinning at the rabbit demon as if expecting laughter or any kind of reaction beyond a glare.
"I have been reliving memories yes, my previous
night was a more mundane memory. My little, outburst,was caused by a particularly painful memory. Remember yesterday when I mentioned my youngest son? It was the day I lost him."
Marcus just nodded and seemed almost understanding. "You said you were married,she take the kid in the divorce~?" He said, elbowing Afton lightly in the ribs and making him snarl.
"No,my wife was,no longer among the living when it happened. I doubt she has any knowledge of what happened that day unless she told by my son himself." Afton glared and said, looking upwards. Silently hoping wherever Evan was,he was happy. Poor kid didn't deserve to be tormented by Micheal like that.
"Did he get run over or something? Get sick? Was he one of those little cancer patients you see on TV?" The greyhound continues his questioning,each one getting Afton more and more annoyed. "Did he run away? Or get kidnapped? Did he,end himself?"
That last one knocked something loose in the rabbit demon. Who snarled and shouted at Marcus
"HE WAS HURT. MY OLDEST HURT HIM. HE HURT HIM SO BAD HE DIED. I WASN'T THERE TO STOP HIM! YA HAPPY NOW?!"
The room was silent for a good ten seconds before a neighbor screamed "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Through the floor. After that, Marcus did something unexpected.
He hugged Afton again and attempted to rub his back. "That sucks majorly big guy. If you need to,let your feelings out again I'm here!" And just leaving William completely stunned. Staring at the greyhound in utter confusion,unsure what he was doing. While William was no stranger to attempts at empathy,this felt, different somehow. Like Marcus was honestly attempting to soothe his pain and anguish.
It made no sense to the rabbit demon. They barely knew each other,why was Marcus attempting to comfort William about something he knew barely anything about?!
"... What….are you doing?" The rabbit asked, prying Marcus off and looking annoyed. "it's called "Sympathy" ya silly rabbit! What, nobody ever tried to help ya grieve?" "They did, but I didn't really, accept it." Afton flatly replied. The greyhound making his confused face again. Looking like he was trying to do calculations in his head to figure out the rabbits statement.
"After what happened to Evan I threw myself into my work, trying to keep my grief at bay. I managed to suppress it for so long I actually began to forget about it. Maybe that dream just stirred it to the surface,Since I no longer have what I used to keep it at bay with." That seemed to make sense to Marcus,in a way. "Seems like you buried those feelings pretty deep big bun. But burying things like that just makes them fester." He said, almost looking like the greyhound had similar experience with such things.
But there was no way he could understand Williams pain. The loss of someone so precious. The lengths the rabbit had gone to put him back together again. Thinking about that made Afton pause internally and ask himself:
["Evan, when did it stop being about you? About bringing my boy back to me?"]
Leaving the rabbit stunned and speechless, until Marcus outright waved a hand in front of his face. "You home in there big bun?" And making Afton blink and shake himself back into focus.
"Yes yes just,lost in thought. Found myself, questioning my past actions. Things got,murky near the end of my life. Lost sight of why I did what I did." The rabbit said, going towards the kitchen. Hoping making food will clear his head and let William push everything back down where it belonged.
Letting everything fall back down into the chasm where Afton could forget about it.
Reaching into the cabinets, the rabbit was momentarily confused when he didn't see pancake mix up there. Before realizing he'd let memories cloud his thinking,shutting the cabinets in annoyance. Scrambled eggs would have to suffice for a meal.
The rabbit demon worked in silence, whipping the eggs into shape and letting the sound and feel of cooking ease his tensions. Help Afton focus again, letting all the walls back up inside his mind.
The rabbit was so lost in his work,he didn't even notice he had gone through all dozen eggs until he went to grab more and found an empty container. A big pile of eggs on the plate on the other side of the stove.
Grabbing a second plate, and scraping half into it for Marcus as William was definitely not going to eat that many eggs. Sitting on his mattress,Afton are in silence. Enjoying the taste of good eggs,cooked just long enough to brown on the outside a small bit.
"Eat,they'll get cold." Willam smiled at Marcus and said,the pleasant mask slipping on perfectly. Projecting ease, control, and comfort. A far cry from the crying mess Afton had been less than an hour ago. Marcus almost looked, unnerved at the sudden shift in body language and demeanor. Looking at the rabbit as if he was a completely different person!
"Since you seem to be feeling, better. Wanna discuss what happened? Talking about it fully might make you feel better. I'm not therapist, but getting everything off your chest might help everything. Make what happened earlier,not happen again." The greyhound asked, making Afton drop his fork and keep up his smile.
If Marcus wanted to know his history so bad, he'll tell it how William wants him to know it. All the better to make the rabbit look better with!
"I really, really hate talking about my history. I don't want anyone here wanting revenge or going after me because of it.
So I'm going to try and explain it via a story. A little fable, about a little bunny and a big mean fox." The last word was spat as if it was a curse, and to what it reminded William of it might as have been. Marcus definitely seemed like he wanted answers; glaring and not being happy about being talked down to. But from the look on the rabbits face,revealing all the details made him very uncomfortable. The way his eyes shifted,his voice hushed and how he got in close.
Whatever happened,it was something incredibly painful for the rabbit to even mention.
"Alright Marcus let me put it like this. There once was a baby rabbit who was scared of the world and always ran away and cried. He was cared for by a wise Wizard. But the wizard couldn't always protect the little rabbit,he had wizard things to do. A mean fox liked scaring and hurting the rabbit but the wizard couldn't always defend him. So one day, the wizard takes the bunny somewhere safe, told him to hide from the fox. But the rabbit did not listen, and when the fox found him the rabbit did not run but only cried, and the fox bit him so he bled and could not move, and the fox put the rabbit in the mouth of a river where he drowned. Left him there until the wizard found him and banished the fox from his forest."
The story made William smile,his history was safe and hidden. It would be up to Marcus to puzzle it out.
"I have a feeling your not telling me everything William. I'm not sure what your making up or changed, but i know your not telling me everything. But I also know your not comfortable telling me everything yet. " The greyhound sighed and said, looking at the rabbit with a gaze more stern and serious than he'd ever seen him have. It was almost unnerving how such a happy guy could turn hard as stone like that.
"Consider yourself lucky that I trust you enough to tell you what happened in the way I did. Anyone else I would barely give a scrap to. My past is something I want to keep buried. Too many painful memories,too many mistakes. Too many lessons I learned far too late." Was the rabbit's response. The growl in his voice making it clear Marcus was pushing his luck as it is.
Though after a long breath, the rabbit curled up and just,deflated. All that pain resurfaced and the sharp and cold tone the rabbit had taken dropped like a stone. The mask slipping off once again, and Afton lost control.
Within a minute his Head was between his knees,arms around his head like a vertical fetal position. Trying to weather the storm of emotion welling up inside the demon. Only looking up when Marcus wrapped his arms around him again, providing sympathy once more. It felt, good. Something the rabbit hadn't gotten in a long,long time.
Something he hadn't deserved in a long,long time. His sins far too great for such kindness.
The tears came back soon after,though much less of a river than the last time. This time the flow was not stopped, and they were allowed stream down Afton's face. Letting out all that pain was like blockage in that black pit William had for a heart had been dislodged after so many years. Grief finally allowed to manifest and express itself properly.
"Thank you……" was the only thing the rabbit said for a long,long time.
The tears flowed for a good fifteen minutes, slowly stopping afterwards. After that, William Afton felt calmer than he had in years. The smile on his face was no longer just a mask, legitimate happiness trickling into his head like the rainbow after a storm. A contended breath flowing through the demon as he finally let everything fade.
What a useful minion Marcus was being! Maybe one day he'll be more than just a minion. He could be a friend, like Henry used to be. But for right now,he was useful tool. Good for providing support in times of stress. Good for absorbing the pain inside the rabbit.
The eggs needed to be warmed up again after the duo's little comfort session. Thankfully a minute in the microwave got them steaming and delicious again, albeit a little dry. Even Marcus seemed enjoy the eggs, smiling contently as he munched away like a good little dog. If it was one thing William Afton was good at besides engineering it was cooking after all.
"You know, there is one part of my past I'm willing to fully tell you about. I've been,I wouldn't say over it but it's been so long that pain faded away. I had people to mourn with me during that period. So it hurts far less."
William stretched and said, enjoying the mundanity of washing dishes after the meal. He was in such a good mood,he didn't mind spilling his guts again! The old wound he was thinking of had scared and faded away,it still hurt though. But Afton had been able to move on with his life in a way. It didn't influence his later decisions like with Evans.
"Remember when I mentioned I lost my wife Marcus? Out all the family I lost,she is the one I feel no guilt about. I lost her so suddenly like my son, but with her I wasn't there to witness it. It was in no way my fault,so I hold no guilt for it." The rabbit said, scrubbing the eggs from his plate. Feeling like he was scrubbing the pain away.
William still remembered how mundane their conversation had been, until it suddenly went silent. He had been working on ordering new supplies for Fredbears, the kids were in school and Clara was on her lunch break. A normal,every day thing for the family.
After that day, nothing had been the same. Everything spiraled out of control after that.
Before the greyhound could even ask Afton went on."She was hit by a drunk driver while on the pay phone. She was going to stay with her sister for a few days to help support her after a really bad break up."
"Was she? Or did she just need time away from you big bun?" The greyhound attempted to joke, jabbing the bunny with his elbow lightly. but it was clear from the frown forming on the rabbits face he didn't enjoy the joke.
"When I called the poor girl to give her the news and hour or so later,she was finishing up her third tub of rocky road and sounded like she had just finished crying." Barbara,Clara's sister, had burst into tears a minute after he broke the news. He couldn't really blame the poor girl for acting that way.
The sound of wailing had made poor Henry come running into the office thinking something was wrong! Henry had been the one William had turned to for comfort for a while. Before finding comfort in his bots.
The machines would never die on William. If they were broken he could put them back together again as many times as needed. He could rebuild them over and over, unlike people.
"But all that's in the past now. I assume my wife is up with the angels right now. She's too good for this place." Afton sighed and said, putting the dishes back into the cabinet. Nice and clean, everything where it needs to be.
Then Marcus opened his mouth and ruined the moment. "If she's up In heaven,I can be your new wife ~." And gave a total shit eating grin. Complete with eye brow raising.When all it got was a look of annoyance from the rabbit, leaning on the counter as if wondering if the Greyhound was being serious.
"Come on I'm pulling your leg!" Marcus just laughed, trying to play off the awkward moment. "Don't pull too hard,or I'll kick. We rabbits have powerful legs you know. Besides,if your the wife, you'll be the one wearing the dress at the wedding." Afton returned the grin and said, making the mutt blush. Two could play the game of teasing.
"Besides,I like to think of you less as a spouse and as the dog I never got as a child. Except bigger and more perverted." The rabbit said,knowing he was winning the game.
"I ain't that much of a perv carrot sticks. Though I do own a few of Angel Dust's best films." The greyhound laughed, sensing the playful intentions behind the rabbits words.
A few hours later there was a knock at the door. A large, fancily dressed komodo dragon looking sinner was waiting for the rabbit. Holding a slip of paper with an address on it,shoving it into the rabbit demon's hands.
"Boss usually gives the newbies two weeks but something got pushed up and he needs ya. Today. Congratulations bunny,your going to SlasherCon!"