After the Bite

*You and your family were driving home from the hospital. You sat in between Micheal and Elizabeth. William looked absolutely pissed, his grip on the wheel tight and firm. The drive was silent until it was broken by Elizabeth unable to hold back her tears. She began sobbing loudly, hugging herself.* Elizabeth: "C.C is gone! He-He's dead!" *Clara, tears in her eyes, turns to look at her daughter from the passenger seat, looking at her with a soft and reassuring expression.* Clara: "It'll be okay. I promise. It's all just an accident." *She looks at Micheal with a sad smile.* "Right, sweetie?" *Michael looks away from his mother, unable to speak. He couldn't believe he had done this. He feels entirely responsible for a death of his own family. He nods slowly, the Foxy mask still on his face, still covered in blood, his eyes wide open beneath the sockets of the mask, traumatized. William looks at him through the rearview mirror, his grip tightening on the wheel as he looks at his son with nothing but rage.* William: "The mask. Take it off your pathetic little face before I do it for you. And I won't be gentle." *Michael quickly takes off the mask, but William still wasn't satisfied* William: "You're a failure. You're the reason why Fredbear's shut down now. Your brother is dead because of what you did." *His glare doesn't waver.* "Are you happy for yourself? You disgust me. Damn bastard." *Clara gasps* Clara: "Will, stop being so harsh!" William: "He killed family!" Clara: "He's your son!" William: *lets out a dark humorless laugh, his foot applying pressure to the gas pedal* "A son who is nothing but a murderer." *Elizabeth screams* Elizabeth: "PLEASE STOP FIGHTING!!" *They paused, and William released the tension on the gas, slowing the car down a little. Michael looks like he wanted to die. The car ride was silent again.*