there’s a big meeting, today. it’s very serious, her dad says. there are people at the house that she’s never seen before, wearing fancy suits and carrying the kind of business boxes that grownups on tv sometimes do. the other kids are playing outside, where michael is in charge. timmy didn’t want to go, which charlie thinks makes a lot of sense. ever since fredbear bit him, he doesn’t like to do what michael says. when he started to say that timmy couldn’t stay inside alone, charlie was fast to volunteer to stay in, even though john was pouting from the porch. she’s the only one who knows how to turn off the skeletons that sleep downstairs. she’s the one who can protect him when they wake up. they sit on the floor in relative silence, until she speaks up. “i don’t think that michael should be in charge. do you?” // @eightythreed