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Sir William Afton yelled at his first born child, "Pray tell, Michael, fetch me a beer, you blithering buffoon!" Michael sprinted over to his father, handing the dubious man an alcoholic beverage. "Pray, Papa, I have procured thy ale. Might we now partake of luncheon?" he pleaded. William slapped the disrespectful child on his cheek and yelled "No, you nitwit!" At that juncture, did Michael's junior kin, Master Dave and the Lady Elizabeth, enter, lamenting sore o'er his grievous bodily harm. "Michael, why did Father harm you!" the youngest sibling known as Dave, bailed in sorrow. "Brother," Elizabeth wailed. "Your amount of time left on this world was so long brother! So long!!!" The dubious, most malicious WIlliam Afton had finished consuming with alcoholic ale ailment and had risen himself up from the furniture he was sitting on. "Your eldest sibling of the male gender is fine and dandy! Quit your lollygagging and get me more beer, you poppycocks!" roared the man who wore indigo. The 4 started arguing of plenty blasphemy until, William's "best-friend" and co-founder Henry Emily and his first-born daughter, Charlie Emily entered their house.
"Dad? Why are they acting like that?" Charlie asked her dad. Henry was just as perplexed as his daughter, however. "I-I don't know sweetie, how about we go and get ice cream instead?" The two then left the house to go get ice cream. As they were walking home, they spotted the Fredbear Animatronic at the Michael Jackson concert singing the hit song "Smooth Criminal." "Fredbear?!" Henry yelled. "Why are you at the Michael Jackson concert?!" Fredbear then sung, "You've been hit by a smooth criminal." Henry had gaven up at this point. "Yeah go, do whatever you want.. I'm out of here..