Fredrick roamed the dark house with a pipe, glancing at everything dark place, every shadow and sound could be Afton, roaming the house to stop him from taking Oswald back.
. . .
If he remembered correctly, Evan's room had two doors so he could get one one way, and use the other way to escape with Oswald.
He froze, hearing something be dragged along the wall.
Something sharp and he could hear Sfto  laughing.
"I wouldn't worry too much about being loud, my family have grown use to things bumping in the night."
Fredrick felt it.
Afton stabbed in the stomach, pulled the knife out again and stabbed him making Fredrick stumble back against the wall, but it was the adrenaline but Fredrick took a swing of his pipe, Afton ducked and tired to stab him again but Fredrick just grabbed him and threw him as hard as he could!
*CRASH*
*BANG*
Fredrick made a beeline to Evan's old room.
"Dad?!"
Michael stumbled out of his room, just woken up and saw his dad thrown against the wall and a photo had dropped on his head.
"Dad, what happened-"
"Evan. . ."

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Fredrick entered the room, a room where he was once tormented the boy, but his eyes were set on his son Oswald.
He picked him, realising he was out cold and je was wearing. . . Evan's T-Shirt.
That sick son of-
"Hey, that's my brother!"
Michael!
Michael grabbed a bat, Fredrick ran carrying his son as Michael gave chase and no doubt did this wake up Clara and Elizabeth.
"MOM, INTRUDER AND KIDNAPPER!!! HE TOOK EVAN!!!"
"WHAT?!?"
His dad, head bleeding from the glass ran put the door.

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Fredrick held his son, he didn't know how long it had been back home, or here but. . . He pressed his forehead against Oswald's who still remained asleep.
"I'm so sorry. . ."
With that, as the police Sirens went off; Fredrick left with his son.

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Fredrick lay on the ground, blood was everywhere, checking on his son who was unharmed and breathing.
That's all that mattered to him. . . That he had Oswald back.