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It was late in the evening when his siblings passed out waiting for Santa.
It was hard keeping magic alive when the primary guardian has been a piece of shit, but Michael was here to change that.
Hes been doing it since he turned nine, he's eleven and obviously more grown up.
Quietly, he moved his siblings to Elizabeth's room and blocked the door. Prior, he had decorated both kids rooms in Christmas decorations and hid a few gifts for them each on their beds.
Majority from their little Lists for Santa.
For Elizabeth, a fancy red dress, a new dolly that looked like her and a big red ribbon for her hair.
Michael obviously made her homemade vanilla ice-cream.
For Chris, that weird moonstone necklace, a blanket with a space ship, a new book about space.
Michael created a story book about the Fazbear gang in space for him.
It took most of his savings for his own siblings, but he was flat broke when he helped the other Mask gang members.
Thankfully, the majority of the gifts could be homemade.
Next he quickly decorated the house, thanks to his father's nosy noise rule, he did it quietly.
He quickly put together the Christmas tree and decorated it and put a the last of the gifts under the tree for his siblings.
What started at 12 am, was finally finished by 6, which gave Michael time to make a huge Christmas breakfast and get his siblings ready to go to Uncle Henry's for the remainder of the holiday.
William of course would join them later that night, but he was currently out of town.
Which was a relief, that man wouldn't have let Michael do this. Especially since Mom died.
He freed the door and made his way back to the living room to look over his work.
He was cooking breakfast when the excited screeching of kids fill the air, “Santa came!”
Michael huffed in amusement before shouting in exasperation, “HE GOT US AGAIN! I DIDN'T EVEN FIGHT HIM!”
The house shook as the pipsqueaks raced down the stairs, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in the decorations.
Their eyes zoned in on the tree and Michael was forced to cover his ears at the squeals of pure joy coming from them.
“Wait, Mikey doesn't have gifts and he's been good this year!” Chris looked close to tears as Elizabeth searched for his name.
Michael anticipated this, “I also spent a lot of time with Dad this year, and Santa hasn't forgiven him for talking the elves into giving him other kid's toys.”
He was relieved when his siblings accepted this explanation and dove into the gifts.
Michael smiled as they gushed excitedly about each gift they received.
They ate breakfast then watched a few Christmas movies on TV before going outside to play.
Michael took pictures of his siblings’ having fun, and with a grin announced that they should head to Henry's place.
Henry's house was always warm, but today a White Christmas day, it was warmer.
Green and red decorations filled the yard and outside the house in comforting and joyful way, much unlike the outside their house which was extravagant and posturing.
“Dad! Mikey brought Liz and Eevee!” Charlotte “Charlie” Emily smiled gently at them.
Charlie grew up with Michael and saw things that her own father looked over, she became Michael's positive influence.
Especially since Mom died.
“So he's gone for the week? Why don't you guys just stay here?” The look Michael gave his best friend spoke in volumes.
She knew the aftermath of Michael doing just that during the summer before.
Michael still owned the scars from that year.
Michael was gifted a new bass guitar from the Emily's and a sketchbook that he hid in Charlie's closet.
The day continued to be happy and magical, for Evan and Elizabeth.
For Michael, he felt a looming sense of doom since their arrival.
When it was time to leave, he found out why.
William was standing in front of the house, with a small smile.
This spelled out doom for the eldest Afton child, thank goodness he kept the gifts Henry got them in Charlie's room.
“William! I missed you! You should come in! None of the kids touched dessert, and it'll give us a chance to catch up!” Michael felt relief when William agreed.
Let it be known that William Afton is a sucker for Uncle Henry's desserts.
Once home, Michael barely had time to usher his siblings to Evan's room when a fist collided with his face.
“What did you tell Henry?” The venom in his “father's” voice stung.
“Nuthin old man! You said follow regular routine, spending Christmas with tha Emily's is something you always do!” Michael panted as William stared him down.
Finally he nodded, “I suppose.”
For just a few moments, he saw his father. The one who wouldn't hurt them, who smiled at the sight of them, the one he missed the most.
He punched Michael in the face again, “Don't raise your voice at me again, Boy.”
Michael slid down Evan's door as his father went to the Basement, locking the door behind himself.
Evan's door swung open and immediately he had arms full of crying siblings.
“It's okay, I'm fine.” Not knowing what else to do.
He held them, promising safety. Not knowing it is the last Christmas they were together.