A/N: I saw a video of an octopus punching a fish straight into the next ocean. Best thing I saw all day, and I saw Kurt Cobain smiling on my Pinterest.

The next morning, you woke up and saw a note taped to your door. Half expecting it to be Michael, you glanced at your window. It was locked.

Satisfied with that fact that there was a slim chance that it was from Michael, you took the note from the door and began to read.

Y/N,

We've gone into the city for some matters that you don't need to worry about. We'll probably be back around seven. Don't eat dinner, we'll pick up food on the way back. I've left a list of things I need you to do today. There's not much, don't worry. I've left you my credit card, so don't worry about money.

I know I was harsh last night, but I do think dating is something we should talk about. Please know that I still love you, but some things are not under your control.

Love you!

-Aunt A/N and Uncle U/N

A list? What, did you have to buy a house, groceries, a dog, and mow the yard? Deciding to look at the list after you ate your breakfast and had time to wake up a bit, you headed down to the kitchen and toasted some chocolate chip waffles.

The list wasn't as complicated as you thought it was. You did have to buy some groceries, but everything else was really just household stuff. Vacuum, dishes, take out the trash, sweep off the driveway to get rid of the leaves, and another note.

Y/N,

I'm giving you permission to go up into the attic. Don't stay long, I don't want you to inhale or swallow any insulation. There's crushed-up glass in it, and it can get stuck in your throat. Grab the few boxes labeled 'Halloween' and bring them down. They have Halloween decorations in them. We'll put them up after your birthday. Once you get them down, set them in the garage, please.

-Aunt A/N

After you showered and dressed, you got to work. The weather made the tasks seem easier, less boring. The sunlight that streamed through the window showed you exactly where all the dust was on the floor, which made it easier to know what you had already cleaned. The sunlight reflecting on the dishes revealed even the smallest bits of food that hadn't been entirely removed. It told you what needed to be rewashed, and what could be put away. Being outside with the sun just made you feel a bit better. Sun always does that, doesn't it?

Whilst you swept the driveway, you saw Sherriff Morgan. He was walking a German Shepherd, and he wasn't in his official-looking sunglasses.

"Hello, Sherriff!" You called out to him.

"Hey, kid. You draw the short straw?" He asked, walking up to you.

"Nah, just chores. Who's your friend?" You gestured to the happy dog, who sat (like a very good boy) next to Sherriff Morgan.

"This is Clooney. Clooney, meet Y/N."

Clooney held up his paw, as if he was waving. You laughed. You had never seen a dog wave before.

"Cute. How old is Clooney?"

"He turns four in a couple days. You have fun with your chores, kid." Sherriff Morgan smiled at you and left.

A/N: I have no clue what kind of dog Clooney is or how old he is. I'm just judging by the shape of him from 'Secrets and Lies'. Plus, Morgan totally looks like he'd have a German Shepherd. Either that, or a Black Lab. A bigger dog, I guess.

You finished sweeping up the driveway, curious about how Sherriff Morgan managed to teach a dog how to wave. You hoped to see more of Clooney, he seemed very nice.

All that was left to do now was get down the Halloween decorations.

______________________

You intended to be done with the attic within ten minutes, judging by the pile of boxes that were labeled 'HALLOWEEN'. Fifteen, if they were heavy. You hoped that Aunt A/N and Uncle U/N were really into Halloween. Like, putting up fake cobwebs, and spiders and stuff that jumps out at people, fake blood, maybe even a fake body. You'd never spent a Halloween with them.

The boxes weren't all that heavy. To your dismay, they just had boxes of fake cobwebs and pumpkin carving cutouts. The decorations seemed to be a bust. But, maybe they liked horror movies. A Nightmare on Elm Street was good, but Pet Sematary 2 was better. If they weren't into all the gory stuff, maybe they liked Hocus Pocus, or The Adams Family, or Beetlejuice, or The Crow. Man, that was a good one!

You just hoped they didn't like the really corny stuff, like Spookley the Square Pumpkin or Monster House.

A/N: My statement is true. Sorry, Krueger, but I really like Stephen King. Wes is good, but he's not Stephen. But, I like all of these movies. In fact, The Crow is one of my favorite movies. Yes, I love Spookley, too. He's awesome

As you grabbed the last box, something caught your eye. It was another box, but it was labeled, 'M/N (Mom's Name) AND D/N (Dad's name) DOCUMENTS'. What documents? Resumes, obituaries, like, those kinds of documents? You weren't going to let insulation get in the way of you finding out.

You brought down both boxes. You set the 'DOCUMENTS' one on your bed and proceeded to the garage, where you had put all of the other Halloween boxes. Eager to see what was in that box, you rushed back to your room and sat down on your bed.

Upon opening the box, you saw many photographs. Several were of the car crash. How did they have these? They didn't even live in the same state as your parents, and the pictures were never released to the public.

More were of pictures from your parents' wedding day. That made sense. You had seen the tapes, and Uncle U/N could clearly be seen in the video several times. You saw the VCH Tape in the box, too. 'P/A/D (parent's anniversary date), D/N and M/N' was clearly labeled, and it was in your fathers' handwriting.

Under that, there were documents. Letters, legal documents, wills, certificates, things that your aunt and uncle probably shouldn't have. You picked up one of the letters.

U/N,

I am warning you. Stay away from my family, or I'll take this to the police. I have all of the evidence they need to put you away for life. I have been kind enough not too, but do not make me regret my decision. I will not let you hurt my wife or Y/N. She's only two, leave us alone.

I won't let you near them. Not after what you did. Get anywhere near my family again and see what happens. It won't benefit you in the slightest.

-D/N

Excuse you? What evidence? What did your uncle do? What happened between them? Maybe whatever happened is the reason that he didn't seem very upset at your father's death. Maybe they had a really bad falling out, and maybe your uncle did something really bad.

With a sick feeling in your gut, you continued on. The next thing you grabbed was their wedding certificate. It held no value to your current search, but you set it next to you, anyways.

After that, you saw another document. It was your birth certificate. Nothing seemed out of place. it stated that your father was your legal father, your mother was your legal mother, your birthday was the same, and so was your name. You didn't know how much you weighed when you were born, so you couldn't confirm that, but you assumed it was accurate.

There were only two things left in the box.

A/N: Sorry, it's blurry. It's the best I can do, though. I can't resize it or anything, because the snipping tool is my mortal enemy.

You had never had more questions about something in your entire life. You had never met this F/B/F/N (Father's best friends' name), or even heard about him. Why were you to be placed with him if you'd never met him? What did your father have against your uncle. And why, for the love of all things good and green, did he have this?

You didn't even get the chance to pick up your mother's will. As soon as you finished reading your father's will, you heard the front door shut. How were they home already? It had only been a few hours since they left.

"Y/N! We've got dinner!" Aunt A/N called.

You looked at the clock, only to see that you had been sitting on your bed for hours, looking over the pictures and reading the documents. How did the time seem to go so fast?

You went downstairs, cautious. You didn't know what your uncle was hiding, and you wanted to know. You needed to know.

"What'd you guys get?" You inquired, feigning a happy, hungry smile.

"Kentucky Fried Chicken." Was the reply.

You, personally, didn't like K.F.C. It was too greasy. But, until you found out what exactly the issue was with your uncle, you planned on staying on their good side. So, if you had to eat nasty fried chicken, so so be it.

A/N: I'll eat K.F.C, but as I've gotten older, it seems to taste worse and worse. Just me?

Dinner was awkward. Quiet. Aunt A/N and Uncle U/N seemed bothered by something, and you were definitely bothered by something.

"Y/N, after you finish eating, could you go to bed, please? Your uncle and I have something very important to discuss, and we'd rather not have any eavesdropping."

"Yeah, sure. I'm tired, anyways. Oh, I meant to tell you. Sherriff Morgan has a dog named Clooney. I saw him while I was sweeping, and he told Clooney to say hi, and Clooney raised his hand like he was waving."

"That's nice."

Feeling like she didn't think it was nice, you cleared your plate and went to bed, knowing full well you'd be up all night, researching all you could.