The ride home was quiet. First, all three of us were mildly shaken up by what had just happened, then Terry and I were probably in trouble for sneaking out and going to Freddy's in the first place, I was talking back, someone else saw me, and the robots bugged out. Which I'm now sure has to do with the dead kids. They're the ones spazzing out the robots. How, I'm not sure. Maybe they're trying to move, or get somewhere?

"They really hated you," Terry scoffed at Dad when we pulled into the driveway. "I wonder why."

"Yeah, I wonder why too," Dad repeated, in a way that said he did know why they hated him. My current theory is that he killed them. I was even told so by Charlie. "Now let me go back to work, and please stop crashing by and breaking my things."

Terry and I got out of the car and I made a point to slam every door I came across until I made it back to my room. Even when I got onto my bed, I picked up the Chica plush and threw it at the door.

"Are you done with your tantrum?" Liz asked after a minute.

"Thanks for helping!" I thanked Liz sarcastically.

"It's not my fault they all thought you were crazy! And you know, they CAN show themselves to whoever they want, but let's just say you and Daddy have reasons to be looked at as crazy!"

"Why me? Dad killed all of them!"

"Yeah, but it's easier to explain why you're being weird by saying that you have amnesia and you just woke up after nine months."

"But the light change wasn't just in my head, right?"

"No, no, that actually happened," Liz brushed off. I groaned loudly. "I think you're just being difficult at this point." I had nothing to refute this comment with, so I just rolled my eyes.

Yeah, maybe I'm just being difficult. I really have nothing to be in a huge bad mood about. Dad hasn't even gotten Terry and I in trouble. Well, not yet, anyway.

I told Liz to leave me alone, and when I was sure she wasn't around me, I pouted for a while, still sitting on my bed before I decided to read a book or something to calm down. Maybe I can take my anger out on a book. Terry gave me this one book a while ago he said his english class was reading. I haven't read it yet, but Terry said it was garbage.

I didn't exactly understand the old english of it, but... no, I'm not even going to argue. It was terrible.

The book was pretty long, and since it was earlier in the morning, I had nearly finished the book when I heard the front door open. It was probably Dad. He didn't bother Terry or I until he called us for dinner.

Turns out, both my brother and I had kept our bad mood from the morning, because dinner was quiet with a tension hovering over us. Dad looked as tired as he usually did when he comes home from work.

"Wuthering Heights was trash," I told Terry, getting sick of the silence.

"I told you," He said. "Just goes to prove that women can't write."

"Terrance!" Dad scolded while Terry and I laughed. After being pissed off all day, I'd laugh at anything at this point. Dad rolled his eyes.

"I feel like you're only pissed off by that joke because it's something Henry would say," Terry went on. "Am I wrong?"

"No, that's just not a nice thing to say," Dad said.

"You, of all people?" Terry laughed. "Being the joke police?" Dad rolled his eyes again.

"Okay, that's enough."

"You're no fun."

I bit my lip and tried to keep from laughing more.

"Oh, by the way," Dad said after another minute, "I needed to talk to you about something.

"Hm?" Terry looked up from his plate. "What about?"

"How do you think you'd feel if we moved?" Dad asked.

"I'd probably kill myself," Terry answered casually. "Why?"

"Oh, don't be like that," Dad sighed. "But we might be- no, we are moving."

"We are?" I asked.

"Oh, I bet this has nothing to do with Michael," Terry said. Dad nodded and Terry raised his eyebrows. "It's about Michael."

"Look, hear me out," Dad said. "I didn't want people to know Michael was still alive-"

"Or you'd have to explain how you did it?"

"No and yes," Dad went on. "Everyone already thought he had died, and having a dead person walking around on the streets is sure to raise some questions, and I-"

"Don't feel like telling everyone what happened?" I cut in. Dad pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Will you not interrupt me?" He asked. "Thank you. I just wanted to leave town and hopefully have people raise fewer questions about Michael."

"Like, out of state?" Terry cried.

"No, no. Just a few hours away. Into Silver Reef... New Harmony, something."

"What the hell is in New Harmony?" Terry whined. "Didn't you used to live there?"

"Fredbear's Family Diner," Dad explained. The name of the place made Terry groan.

"Isn't that where Charlotte died?" Terry asked.

"Yes," Dad replied. "But, I was thinking of getting some people together to help renovate, and fix it into a smaller Freddy's."

"Are you kidding?"

"I need a job, Terrance!"

Terry was about to shoot back before we locked eyes. He then got a look that I didn't like.

"Oh," He said, "Have you noticed that Michael has been noticeably absent in this discussion?"

"No, Terry, I don't really care," I muttered, trying to stay out of it. Instead of trying to fight, Terry got out of his seat and stormed off to his room.

"Do you care?" Dad asked. I shook my head.

"I just want to know what happened while I was dead," I said. Dad didn't say anything. Rather, he just got up and left for the kitchen. Of course he would. No one would tell me the truth.

Looks like I have to figure that out for myself. Back to the basement I go. I guess.