It was now morning again, William's father took a day off to take him to the doctor, you know, because he had been acting weird and stuff, Benjamin then walked in "Willy? Are you good?" He asked, William nodded slowly, his hair had a stripe of purple, it was weird, when he wakes up sometimes, he would have the stripe of purple in his hair, it was the weirdest thing EVER.

Benjamin picked William up, seeing he wasn't responding to what he had said, William blinked "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention..." He said "It's fine.... I didn't say anything anyway..." He responded, William whimpered slightly, he hated it when his father lied, Benjamin flinched when he noticed his son had whimpered.

The man sighed as he gripped William tightly, the dark brown haired boy flinched slightly, thinking his father was going to strangle him, but seemed as the grip didn't get tighter, he relaxed slowly "You good Willy?" He asked, William slowly nodded "Hey dad? Can you tell me about mom?" He asked, Benjamin blinked in surprise "You never really ask about your mom... Why ask now?" He asked William, his son shrugged "I'm not sure, just wondering..." He responded.

Benjamin hummed in thought "Do you want to hear a story of how we met?" He asked, William nodded eagerly as Benjamin helped him buckle up in the car due to him starting to have trouble with it, Benjamin hummed in thought, getting in the car, then giving William a picture.

It was a young looking Benjamin, around 11 or maybe 12, a girl with brown eyes and short, frizzy brown hair.

The girl was wearing a dress with overalls, the dress was white with gray stripes while the overalls were jean material, wearing purple flats.

"Your mother, when we were younger, was a happy child, but always had trouble doing things such as reading, writing, spelling, even had problems going up stairs or even ramps.... She always had worried me.... Her name was Rosenda Richardson before she married me and changed her last name to Afton..." Benjamin explained as he drove out the driveway.

"We met when I was around 5, I was in a play group with a few kids, but she stood out like a sore thumb, she was sitting alone in a corner, rocking back and forth, I felt like walking to her, so I did... She was around 9, but I didn't mind the age difference to be honest... We became great friends as we got older, when I was 15, she had moved away, she was 19.... She moved back when she was 26 and I was 22, we then dated for a year and got married when she was 30 and I was 26, Me and her soon had Samuel, then Clara, then Thomas... and then you..." Benjamin said, sighing as he remembered all the locked away memories.

William sighed, then they pulled up to the hospital, Benjamin sighed, William started to struggle again with the seat belt, starting to get frustrated "Stupid thing..." He said under his breath, Benjamin slowly took William's hands and calmly put one of his fingers and pushed down on the belt that opened it.

William nodded with a grateful smile "Thank you..." He said quietly, he then got out the car, stumbling as he walked, Benjamin picked him up gently and walked inside.

*3 hours later*

Benjamin and William entered the doctor's office "Hello Mr. Afton... William..." She said with a smile, William slightly glared, but then saw something outside the window, he quickly walked to the window and looked outside, Benjamin sat down "Is my son okay? Will he be okay?" He asked quickly.

The doctor sighed "Your child has a extremely rare mental disorder.... It's also very new, it's called 'Purple Syndrome'... Because of the purple colored eyes and the purple streak of hair, when angry or stressed, he can be VERY aggressive, abusive, or even dangerous... If too stressed, things might start to happen.... It might seem horrible, but we are unsure what causes it.... Or what even cures it..." She said.

Benjamin blinked in pure hurt, turning to his son, starting to slightly cry "I-Is th-this fatal? Does anything else happen?!" He gasped "He'll be fine... But, it might be good if you let him socialize, get him to ease up with other people and not be AS stressed, because we also found links of possible social anxiety.." She added.

The father sighed and nodded "Thank you..." He said, then picked his son up and walked out the door, William didn't understand why his father was crying, this started to frustrate him...