It had been a few hours, William was already getting in a bad mood of him being gone, but he would be back at lunch... right?
He sighed and walked to Thomas and Clara's room "Did dad call?" He asked, they shook their heads "No..." Thomas said with a sigh.

William whimpered, his father usually called by now... it made him worry.... he then realized he was walking in to a wall, his two little siblings looking at him in confusion, William slightly backed up and then walked to the kitchen, sighing, noticing that Samuel was sitting in the kitchen, drinking some tea, William started to make some tea as well, some people would say a 6 year old shouldn't know how to make tea on his own.

But, that can literally die, because despite not really being able to write or run, he was VERY good at doing things such as cooking and drawing.... VERY skilled at it... William sat beside his older brother, sipping his caramel tea, Samuel turned to him "You good, little bro?" He asked, William smiled a little that Samuel didn't call him his little sister, it actually... made him feel really good...

"Dad not calling or checking on us worries me..." William responded, Samuel petted William's hair "It's fine Will... I'm sure he's busy..." He said, William glared "I'm sure he can spend TWO minutes to check how we are doing." He said with a harsh tone.

Samuel flinched "Look... Will.... Maybe... M-Maybe..." He tried to suggest something, but trailed off, the doorbell rang, he got up from the seat and checked the door "Oh! Hello?" He said, looking up at the man "Are you Samuel Afton?" He asked, the boy nodded "Yes... Who are you?" The teenager responded "I'm Mr. Reynolds..." He said "I am here to take you and your siblings to the foster home..." He said.

Samuel blinked in confusion, William heard this, he knew what a foster home was, but... why were they going there? "Wh-Why are we going there?" William asked as he walked to his brother and the man, his younger brother and sister walked over, Mr. Reynolds looked at the four, he felt like he couldn't tell a 13 year old, a 8 year old, and two 5 year olds their father was dead!

"Your father is..... d-dead......." He said, Samuel froze, his eyes wide, William felt everything FREEZE, Thomas had instantly started crying, and Clara was wide-eyed.

William's brown eyes flashed a purple color, then fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably, Samuel knelt beside him and hugged him.