It ranges from tense to mildly amusing in a very entertaining way and Afton’s personality is on full display throughout the whole scene. I love this scene so much I can’t even explain why. Here’s some exchanges I find particularly amusing…
(this one was unfortunately left out the graphic novel, would’ve loved to seen this drawn)
(One was made better in the graphic novel by Jessica adding on, “But sure believe that if you want to.”)
Drew them in the summer also
Yeet
What if...the toys are possessed by the novel trilogy characters?
Toy Freddy- Carlton
Toy Bonnie- John
Toy Chica- Jessica
Mangle- Marla
Balloon Boy- Jason
What do you guys think?
Ok so the twisted ones graphic novel doesn’t make much sense.
It’s about Charlie but 1 year after the deaths. How is she alive when she died a year ago?
On page 60 there seems to be a girl just like Charlie but dead. As you know Charlie in the book is still alive?
At the end someone who looks kind of like Charlie comes but that is impossible because twisted Freddy got her
And at the end everyone but John says a lady which looks nothing like Charlie ‘Charlie’
Once Charlie, Jessica, Clay and John found Afton he said he goes by springtrap now, Charlie freed him and he controls the twisted
They shot springtrap but his suit was not designed by Henry.
Also the missing children (except Cassidy) in the fnaf 1 suit helps them but Jessica says ‘And Chica! And Bonnie! Our Chica and Bonnie!’ But Bonnie is not there
Charlie accuses William of killing Sammy but William says ‘I didn’t choose him. I didn’t take him. I took you.’
That is all the confusing bits for me so if I can get answers that would help me. Thanks for reading.
And a Office leak
John pt 1/pt 2//Marla and Lamar//Clay and Carlton
Jessica sat across from her date, Zach. He was tall and muscular. He had light blonde hair, fair skin and bright green eyes. He wore a black tuxedo and bowtie.
Jessica couldn’t help but blush.
“So, you live in Hurricane?” Zach asked.
“No. I live in St. George. I work in Hurricane.”
“I see. Why are you there?”
“College. But, I don’t know how much longer I can stay. Tuition and rent. It’s just hard to pay for this stuff without a steady income.”
“Don’t you have a job?”
“I work at a diner. It’s not enough.”
“What are you studying?”
“Forensics,” she smiled. No one ever expected her to say that.
“I wouldn’t have seen that. But, you do you. Be independent, destroy the patriarchy.”
“So, what do you do?” Jessica tried to turn the questioning away from her.
“I’m a psychology major at Utah University.”
“Psychology?” Jessica asked. “Why?”
“I read about this kid. From Freddy’s. What was his name… Michael?”
“Michael Brooks?”
“No. Not him.” Zach tapped his head. “Afton! Michael Afton!”
“Ok. What about Michael?”
“He did an article for the paper during the big Freddy’s craze a few years back. It’s incredible how depressing his story is. I want to help people like him, who’ve been scarred by that stupid pizzeria. He’s too far gone, nothing can help him. But Michael Brooks’ parents? The relatives of the missing kids? Think about what could help them.”
Jessica couldn’t help but smile. He cared about people. He was a keeper.
Plus, Jessica had read that article. Yeah, Mike was fucked up. She wouldn’t say he was too far gone, but she wouldn’t be surprised to hear it.
Jessica was always there. Someone close to you died, call Jessica. She would always help you. She was the nicest person you would ever meet.
But, what happened to her?
Jessica Adams married Zachary Wilson. She ended up becoming a barista for a while, before getting a job as a forensic scientist in New York.
She thought about having kids, but she and Zach ended up adopting a pair of twins, one girl and one boy, Lilith and Charlie.
Marla and Lamar sat on the couch. “How’s the reunion going?” John asked them.
“It’s amazing,” Marla said sarcastically.
Lamar held a bottle of beer in his hand. John had a glass of wine in his hand. Jessica had champagne in her hand, Carlton a bottle of beer.
“Marla, why aren’t you drinking?” John asked. “I mean, there isn’t anything wrong with that, but we’re at a bar so…”
Marla smiled. “Well, John, I’m pregnant.”
John spit out his wine. “Since when?”
“A few weeks ago.”
“You’re the dad right?” John pointed to Lamar.
“Of course he is,” Marla said. “Who else do you think it could be?”
Jessica and Carlton sat next to them. “Congrats you two,” Jessica said. “So when’s the wedding?”
“Oh, in a few months.” Marla smiled.
“But enough about us. How are you three doing?” Lamar asked.
Carlton looked down, upset. “I’m worried about my dad. He’s in his sixties now. I’ve been trying to take over for him at the station, but he has big shoes to fill. And you know, he’s been stressed.”
Jessica gave him a hug. “He’ll be fine. He’s Clay “killer robots don’t scare me” Burke. You think old age is going to stop him?”
“Jess, old age stops all humans.”
“Tell that to Dave.” She took another sip of champagne.
John’s phone buzzed. “It’s Charlie.”
Lamar raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you invite her?”
“She isn't of legal drinking age.”
Lamar looked confused. “But, she’s as old as all of us.”
Jessica, John, Marla and Carlton all looked at each other nervously.
“What aren’t you telling me?” Lamar asked.
“Honey,” Marla put a hand on his shoulder. “Angel. Love of my life. Charlie’s a dead kid.”
Lamar took a spit take. “A WHAT!”
Jessica stood up nervously. “Charlie died back in 1980. Henry built her a robot to keep his daughter alive and he kind of went insane.”
“And Charlie knows?” Lamar asked. The group nodded.
“Enough about her. Let’s talk about-”
“John, you a pedophile.”
Jessica, Marla and Carlton broke out laughing.
“I didn’t know!” John defended himself. “If I had known I wouldn’t have gotten involved.”
“You know John,” Carlton said. “As your best friend and future police chief, I’ll pardon you for that.”
“Ah yes,” Jessica took a sip. “Police corruption.”
The group broke out laughing.
“Wait a second,” Marla told them. “How did Charlie die?”
“Dave,” John and Jessica said in unison.
“Of course, it’s always him.”
Marla and Lamar Garcia. They were meant to be soulmates. The fact that their names were anagrams was proof of that.
What ended up happening to them?
Marla and Lamar were the first of the group to get married. A few months later, Marla had a healthy baby girl named Laura. The pair later had a son named Paul.
Marla got a job as a teacher, while Lamar opened a gym. The two stayed in New Jersey, but after the fire of 2027, they moved down to Southern Jersey.
Laura is currently 13, Paul is 8.
They aren’t allowed to go anywhere near Freddy Fazbear’s. That’s for the best.
(Garcia is my fanmade last name. Lamar and Marla don't have confirmed last names. Laura and Paul are OCs and not canon)
(When I wrote it, I thought it was really long so I split it in two. This might happen a lot throughout this series)
Also, for the entirety of this series, I will use some fan made add ins. Last names, I gave everyone last names. I don't really see a problem with this, but maybe if enough people yell at me, I'll stop.
Also, I'll probably name any unnamed characters, mostly parents. Same goes, enough people yell at me I'll stop, I just feel like I'm allowed. They aren't really lore important, so I don't see a problem. You should had come into this series expecting headcanons.
Now, on with the show.
John was always trying to understand Charlie. That was all he wanted, to understand her. To figure out if he could date her, he’d been dating her for a few years. She probably felt horrible. She probably felt so guilty, so out of control.
John felt guilty, moving across the country, to New Hampshire, with another girl. Don’t be mistaken, he loved Rachael too, but Charlie was always on his mind.
Why did he have to choose?
John’s phone rang. He picked it up and answered. “Hello?”
Jessica’s voice responded. “John, oh thank god you answered. Turn on the news. It should be everywhere.”
John raised an eyebrow,but walked into the living room and turned on the news.
“The fire at Freddy Fazbear’s in Elizabeth, New Jersey is still raging,” the news reporter said. “Luckily, it seems all but two of the employees have made it out of the fire. Fire services have just arrived, but people claim part of the building is collapsing.”
“John? Are you watching it?” Jessica asked.
“Yeah, I am.” John couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Sure, almost everyone had lost someone to Freddy’s, but who would go so far to burn it down?
“Keep watching,” Jessica said.
“The two missing managers have still not been found. Henry Emily, founder of Fazbear Entertainment, is alleged to be in his eighties, while Michael Afton, son of Henry’s co-founder, is described as weak and frail and covered in scars.”
The news shifted to an employee, Ray, giving an interview.
“Henry’s as good as dead. The man only gets out of his office to check on us and beat Mike. He isn’t going to make it out. I have hope for Mike though. He’s a survivor, if he can just make it through the fire, I know he’ll make it out. Barely a scratch on him!”
The TV kept going through different interviews.
“Jessica, did you see that! Henry was alive!”
“And remember that homeless guy from a few years back?”
“Michael Afton…”
“Yeah. And now they're both in the fire.”
“Did he ever call you?”
“No. He didn’t.”
“Where are you?”
“Across the street. I’m a forensic scientist John, I need to investigate. See if there’s a reason this place blew up.”
John focused his attention on the news. They were interviewing a nurse, Mia.
“To tell you the truth, I kind of hope at least one of them survives. I mean, I want both of them to be alive duh, but that’s not gonna happen with this much fire. And I want Henry to answer for those abusive workplace allegations.”
“Is Charlie with you?” John asked Jessica.
“She’s on her way. I told her not to come, but she insisted.”
“Marla? Lamar? Laura? Jason? Carlton?”
“Marla and Lamar are a few towns over. Jason is in New York. Carlton is back in Hurricane with Clay, but I expect them to be here within a few days.”
“Yeah.”
John focused back on the screen. Abusive workplace?
“Henry wasn’t an abusive boss. He was an abusive godfather. He never abused us, but he beat Mike on a daily basis-”
The building behind him collapsed. The pizzeria was nothing more than a pile of burnt rubble.
And everyone went silent. The only thing John could hear were the police sirens coming from Jessica’s phone.
“John?” Rachael entered the room. She looked at the screen horrified. “It didn’t.”
John could only nod.
John pulled away the phone and ended the call. He walked out of the living room. “I need a drink.”
So what happened to John Cromwell? Well, he ended up crawling back to Charlie. The two were meant to be soulmates. It was almost like the whole dead kid thing was just a roadblock.
Jessica and Carlton thought it was weird, but John kept convincing himself it was ok. “No, she aged and matured. No guys, it's not weird that I’m dating this dead kid!”
It is weird, you disgusting pig.
John has set a clear line in their relationship. No sex, no kids, if people don’t know the situation don’t tell them, if people to know the situation, run.
John and Charlie have been staying out of the Freddy Fazbear limelight. They moved back to Hurricane and John plans on living out the rest of his days there.
Rachael deserved better.
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John didn’t want to answer the door. It was Charlie, but he didn’t want to talk to her.
After what happened at Jen’s house, he never wanted to see Charlie, this new Charlie.
“John!” she said from the other side or the door. “John, please open the door!”
Rain poured outside. He felt bad for Charlie.
He sighed and got up. He turned the door knob, letting Charlie into the apartment.
“John, I’m sorry for coming in so suddenly.” She looked older, like the fake Charlie, but her eyes looked more like Charlie’s eyes. She was more… developed, sexier.
Why did Henry build this? This was his daughter!
John kept reminding himself that she was five at most. A five year old girl possessing a robot version of his girlfriend. Yet he couldn’t help but blush.
“It seems a little cold,” she pulled her collar. “Maybe you could… warm me up.”
She’s five. She’s five! SHE’S FIVE!
Charlie put her hands on his shoulders and leaned closer. She bit her lip. “What do you say John? I’m older, more mature.”
She’s five at most, possibly three! Do not do it John!
Charlie pulled his jacket off. “John?”
John put a hand on her face and pushed her away. “I want to break up.”
“Break up?” she asked.
“Charlie… I just can’t be sure if you're the real Charlie.”
“Of course I’m the real Charlie! What would make you think I’m not?”
“I just… for freaks sake! You’re a three year old girl!”
Charlie sighed. “Is it because you think I’m too much trouble?”
“No. It’s because you are a DEAD CHILD!”
“Let me guess, there's another girl.”
“No, it’s not that-”
“Is it Rachael from the diner down the road?”
“Well, yes I would love to go out with her, but that’s not why I’m breaking up with you.”
“Then why?”
“Because I don’t want to be a fucking pedophile!”
Charlie stepped back. “Right, the ghost thing…”
“You can stay, just sleep on the couch.”
John and Jessica walked down the sidewalk. “So you’re moving back to Concord?” she asked.
“Yeah, Rachael has a family member who wants us to move in.”
Rachael was a waitress in the Hurricane Diner. She had blonde hair, emerald green eyes and light skin. John loved her, but he also wanted to be with Charlie. But, Charlie was a kid. And he didn’t want to be with this little girl.
But she’s matured since then, right? John didn’t know.
Either way, he and his new girlfriend would be in New Hampshire within the month.
“What about you?” John asked Jessica.
“I’m going on a date in Salt Lake City, might end up moving there if it works out.”
“How’s college?”
“Failing. I need to pay tuition, but I can’t afford it. And there’s rent. I just need some financial help.”
“Yeah. All our lives are falling apart.”
“Have you checked on Marla and Carlton yet?”
John sighed. “I should.”
“Marla and Jason’s parents are in the middle of a divorce. Lamar has been... ‘distracting her.’” She put up air quotes around distracting her.
“Sex?”
“Sex.”
John smiled. “At least two of us have a functional relationship.”
The pair turned a corner. They passed the abandoned Circus Baby’s.
“What about Clay?” John asked.
“No idea,” Jessica responded.
The pair focused on a man sitting in front of the pizzeria. He looked homeless. He wore a black hoodie, dark purple ripped jeans and black rain boots. He had a cigarette in his mouth, an empty alcohol bottle next to him. He had a purple cap in front of him, with a couple dollars in it.
John threw a couple of spare dollars into the hat. Jessica followed, kneeling down and putting a ten dollar bill in the hat.
“Dave!” Jessica asked. The man looked up.
The man had pale skin, his face was covered in scars. He had dark blue eyes and brown hair falling over his face. He looked a lot like Dave, William Afton.
“I don’t know any Daves,” the man said. He sounded like Afton.
“William…”
“Wrong again,” the man threw the cigarette to the ground. “He was my father.”
John could see that. He looked slightly younger than Afton, yet more traumatized. And also, somewhat not there.
“Your father?” Jessica asked.
“My name is Michael. I am William Afton’s son. I’m no happier than you are.”
“Michael?” John asked. “Like Michael Brooks.”
Michael pressed his head against the wall behind him. “In my hometown, I’m Michael Afton, the son of a serial killer. I’m a traumatised man. People worry about me, but none of them can help. But here? I’m Michael? Like Michael Brooks? I don’t know that dude.”
John felt bad for him. He was a serial killer’s son. How horrible had William treated him?
“Just take back your money,” Michael said. He held up the hat.
Jessica pushed it back. She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. “If you need to talk to someone, here’s my number.”
She continued down the street, with John on her tail.
“You gave a random homeless man, nay Dave’s son, your number!”
“What? There’s enough differences for Dave to be an evil little rat man and him to be hot.”
“You’re insane,” John siad. He looked back. Michael had disappeared, leaving only his cigarette and an empty bottle of alcohol.
Prologue/Day One/Day Two/Day Three/Day Four/Day Five/Day Six/Day Seven/Day Eight/Day Nine
Jake came back to Mike. He was holding a paper bag and a thermos. “It was hard, but I got Mr. Larson to get you chicken and fries. And he had the spare bottle.”
It was one of those old fashion bottles, with a twist-on mug.
“Thanks Jake,” Mike said as he grabbed the food.
“You look familiar, but I can’t put my mind on it,” Jake sat down next to him.
“Maybe I am,” Michael put a fry in his mouth. “I have amnesia.”
“How?”
Michael poured a bit of the bottle into the mug. It was steamy, possibly coffee. “I jumped off a building, hit my head on a lamppost.”
Jake closed his eyes. “Your mind is blurry. Readable but blurry.”
Michael kept eating and drinking, but he was seeing something. It felt like something was digging in his mind.
He was next to his dad in the car. His father opened the door on his side. “I’m going to do something, stay here.”
Michael nodded. He watched his father leave the car. Michael waited for his father to enter the pizzeria. Michael got out of the car and ran up to a payphone. He put in a few quarters and called someone.
“Hey Michael, what’s going on?” the man on the phone said.
“Uncle Henry, my dad’s doing something in the pizzeria.”
“Ok kid,” Henry said. “Why are you telling me this?”
Michael heard his stomach rumble. “I’m really hungry and tired, but he won’t take me home until he’s done.”
The memory faded. It switched to a memory of him on the couch watching a soap opera with a vampire and his weird bastard child. Michael was wrapped in a blanket with a box of tissues next to him.
His father sat next to him. He wrapped an arm around him as they watched the show.
“Are you feeling better?” his dad asked.
Michael shook his head. “I’m really tired. And hungry.” He sneezed into a tissue. “And you know, cold.”
William held him closer. “I’ll get you some hot chocolate.”
“Ok father.”
William got up and walked towards the kitchen.
The memories were interrupted by Michael’s coughing. He was puking up all the food he had shoved in his mouth.
“Mike! Are you ok?”
Michael couldn’t answer. He was vomiting up the fries, chicken and coffee.
When it had all left his body, he looked up at Jake. “What just happened?”
“I don’t know.” Jake closed his eyes again. Michael felt him digging again.
He was in the room with the spoon machine, the scooper. What happened in here? All he could remember was blood. Blood, organs…
He returned to reality.
Jake grabbed Michael’s shirt. He started ripping apart the buttons. “I’m sorry Mike, but I don’t think you have a stomach.”
Charlie smiled at the two men in front of her. “Thanks for offering to help. Oswald and Kelsey right?”
Oswald nodded. “I have a question. Is he related to William Afton?”
“Yes he is. No, he isn’t a serial killer. He’s suicidal and I’m worried.”
“Well, if he’s Afton’s kid…” Kelsey pointed out.
“He looks just like him, right?” Oswald asked.
“That is a whole different brand of therapy,” Charlie joked.
Oswald and Kelsey left the house. Charlie hadn’t realised, but Kelsey had a small freddy in his duffle bag. She shrugged and went back to the kitchen.
“Any sightings?” She asked the police officer at the table.
Officer Larson had blond hair, blue eyes, light skin and freckles. He was wearing his uniform, very formally.
“Not yet,” he said. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him.”
“I’m worried. He just tried to kill himself and has none of his memories. And if he goes to Freddy’s, something is going to kill him.”
“Charlie, he’ll be fine.”
“What if he’s already dead?”
“He’ll be fine! He’s Afton’s kid. He’s gotta be resilient. He’s survived two fires!”
John came into the kitchen, followed by Jessica.
“Charlie, you lost Dave’s kid?” Jessica asked.
“Wait Dave has a kid?” John asked.
“I’m sorry, DAVE?” Larson tried to hold back his laughter.
“William Afton, that’s who Dave is. He just went by Dave Miller for a while.”
“He has two kids, John.” Jessica answered.
“Three.” Charlie corrected.
“What mad woman would have three kids with him?”
“I don’t know…”
Larson interrupted. “I need to head to Subway. The Stitchwraith stole my lunch.”
“Officer, the Stitchwraith is just a legend.” John told him.
“That’s what you think.”
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Charlie: I just ended a four year relationship.
Michael: Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
Charlie: Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't my relationship.
*William and Henry fighting from across the room*
Jessica: Truth or dare?
Charlie: Dare
Jessica: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room
Charlie: Hey John
John, blushing: Yeah?
Charlie: Could you move? I'm trying to get to Michael
Charlie, banging on the door: Michael! Open up!
Michael: Well, it all started when I was a kid...
William: No, they meant-
Henry: Let them finish.
Charlie: Is stabbing someone immoral?
Michael: Not if they consent to it.
William: Depends who you're stabbing.
Henry: YES?!?
Charlie: Ok, maybe playing 'whose family is most dysfunctional' wasn't the best idea we've had. Michael's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can't get them out...
William: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-
Michael: Twelve, actually.
William: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?
Michael: Yours!
William: That's right: no one's.
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Old Man Consequences is an old man who fishes at Lake Consequences. He's kinda like the abuela from In The Heights, in where he's like everyone's grandpa.
Cassidy, Andrew, Kelsey and Gabriel are his only actual grandkids. Cassidy and Gabriel are half siblings, and cousins with Andrew, Kelsey and Kelsey's sister.
I forget if I said this before, but Mike Schmidt and Mike Afton are cousins through Mrs. Afton.
Golden Freddy has like five people possessing it: Cassidy, CC, Michael Brooks, Andrew and Kelsey. CC does "possess" Shadow Freddy, but he mostly uses it because Golden Freddy is full and he needs breathing room.
When souls manifest, they have some features from the animatronic. Fritz has an eyepatch, a hook and fox ears. Jeremy has bunny ears and tail. Said Golden Freddy gang all have golden ears and tail, except CC who has one purple ear. Etc...
Mikey A. went through an emo phase.
Liz and William don't like John or Mike Brooks. They don't like Brooks because he has the same name as Mike Afton. And they don't like John because they want Mike to get with Charlie. CC doesn't like Brooks either, but he thinks John is nice. (In all fairness, that is John's one trait)
Charlie sometimes drags Michael to the gym.
"Something got one of the kids, a little boy," she said in a rush. "I didn't see where it went."
Marla was already beside the children, checking them for injury. "We have to get them out," she said.
"Oh, really, Marla? Is that what we should be doing? Here I was painting my nails," Jessica said crisply.
Charlie and Sammy are the only ones with canon birthdays, May 13, making them both Taurus.
Henry feels like Pisces
William's a Scorpio
Michael's a Leo
Elizabeth and CC feel like Virgos
John seems like an Aquarius
Jessica's a Gemini
Cassidy is a Sagittarius
Vanny, hard Aries
Feel free to add more, or yell at me in the comments
Because I do, in fact, have happy headcanons.
Long running headcanon, Mike actually escaped the FFPS fire, or just didn't die in it.
Last time I mentioned that Michael is a dog person. At the time of Sister Location, his dogs were Sparky, an Alaskan Klee Kai, and Emma, a Finnish Spitz. Ennard was mean to them and Mike will never forgive him for it.
Mike moved in with John, Jessica and Charlie into a house in New Jersey.
Jessica often jokes that if no ones gonna date the 5'11" skinny British guy with daddy issues, she will.
Jess and Mike dragged Charlie and John into watching Wanda Vision, and they loved it. (lots of jokes about never trusting someone in purple)
Every fathers day, Charlie and Mike burn one of there fathers belongings, both as therapy, and for fun.
The entire house has a hatred for Circus Baby.
Charlie shudders at the name Dave, which is funny, because that's their neighbor's name.
And finally, Mike grew up taking dance classes.
Charlie: Use your muscles that you worked so hard for.
John: He stopped working out last week. He's weak.
Jessica: Why'd you stop working out?
Michael: I was sad.
John: wheezing
The Shirt Is the Bi Flag Cause Im Bi.
Imagine Jess, John, Clay and Not-Charlie casually talking about Michael Brooks, then William comes out of nowhere.
"Don't worry," Jessica said. "We will avenge Michael."
"Oh, you wanna know why I killed that Michael bitch."
John turned to see Springtrap, leaning on his left. His voice was raspy, and he slurred. He was drunk. But John wanted to here him confess.
"It's because I had a kid named Michael. He had no friends. Probably cause he murdered his brother. And then he got scooped by my wife and that bitch right there."
He pointed to Charlie.
Clay turned to Springtrap. "William, how much have you been drinking?"
"Yes."
Jessica struggled to release herself from her restraints.
"It's weird," the animatronic girl said. "I remember being under the sheet as well. Although that is no more than a-"
"ELIZABETH IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE THE BEER FROM ME BY PUTTING ON A HIGH SHELF, YOU'RE WRONG!"
"SHUT UP, DAD. I'M REVEALING MY BACKSTORY!"
Carlton turned to see Springtrap standing over him.
"I'm not drunk, there's just four of you. There's four Charlie's why not four you's."
"Elizabeth!"
"Yes, father?"
"Where'd you put the beer?"
"I threw them out the window."
"Why'd you do that?"
"You're too drunk."
"How so?"
"You called me Michael and told me to go free my sister. Then you left the room, turned around, came back in, called me mom's name and started flirting with me."
"Oh."
Baby leaned over, mimicking her bunny man father. "Hey Clara, wanna see my scooping room? Wanna make another kid that's gonna get murdered by my machines?"
"Look, Elizabeth-"
"And then you turned around, went into the other room and called the refrigerator Henry. And you flirted with him, too."
"You don't make anything with love," Jessica spat.
"The year was 1970," William held up his head.
"Oh god no," Baby complained. "Dad she doesn't want to here about how you made three kids."
Why do I think this is so funny?
