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⋆｡‧˚ʚ Reuniting with Michael Afton

Hihi ᡣ𐭩 I wanted to try something different with a long story with Michael I was inspired by a Battington analogue horror video, bruuuuhhh they are good!!! but anyways this story is inspired by that. No one tell them pweaseeeeee ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ This can be seen as platonic or romantic, so I hope you enjoy ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

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You sit at a booth fiddling with napkins as you absentmindedly tuned out screaming children and beeping of arcade machines going off in another room, a hand on your cheek as you waited for the man who had invited you here.

Ten minutes having gone by as you smack your lips leaning against the back of the booth eyeing the stage closed red velvet curtains with a wooden sign posted in front with, “We’ll Be Back Soon!” written in ink. 

You squint as children would come by the curtains that was guarded by yellow tape with words of, “DO NOT CROSS” bolded for even the blind to see, Children would continue their way to new games or to families excitedly pointing to the stage wishing to see the animatronics.

Crossing your legs, you swallow as you suck in a breath holding it as you notice each child that stopped right in front of the lines in curiosity and continue walking once their attention was gained by flashing lights or food. Your foot starts to bounce as you tap your nail against the table, ticking noises of a grandfather clock in your head in tune of your tapping the swinging of the dial going in sync with every bounce of your foot. 

Cold sweat runs down your neck feeling the knot in your stomach start to form as your heart begins to race, you were panicking having not been in this hell hole for ten years. Not ever since your accident, you still beat yourself up since that day, never having the grace to forgive yourself for what you did.

‘Damnit Michael, where are you” you whisper to yourself as you shifted your legs over the other getting restless, if you stayed here any longer you might’ve run out those doors in a blind panic. You reach into your handbag in desperation as you push your contents out of the way to find what you are looking for, hands shaking as your items fall from your bag, but you were too focused on retrieving the item that you were looking for to care. 

You start to sweat as you fear the worst finally a shaky gasp falls from your lips as you grab the prescribed pill bottle. You fiddle with the top as you finally got the contents open, you shake the open bottle lightly into your shaken hand as you pop the pill into your mouth, you struggle a little as you swallow the dry pill. Closing the bottle, you place a hand on your beating heart, as you swallow practicing breathing exercises as you felt as start to feel better after taking the pill, feeling the stability, and convincing yourself that its contents were working. though you could breathe right from taking your pills you’ve found yourself having counted on them a bit too much. But you never questioned too far as you were distracted by the results they gave.

Finally coming to your senses, you shakily sigh as you start cleaning up the items dropped shoving them into your bag, along with your pill bottle. Allowing yourself to lean your head back continuing your wait for Michael.

You start to grumble in annoyance, if Michael didn’t show up in the next minute you were leav-

“(y/n)?” you shoot up at the man in front of you, he was in a black hoodie and baggy jeans. He had a mask over his mouth and his hands in his pocket, “h-hey Michael” you shake out a greeting.

Michael took a seat in front of you as he awkwardly looked around, he placed his backpack to the side of him as he finally rests. 

“Michael, it’s alright we’re safe here” you assure him also to help yourself as you lean forward to see his face a bit clearly, his flesh was purple. He didn’t smell the nicest, but it was better than the first time you saw him, 

“y-yea, I know” his voice was rough and strained as he shakes his head, as if shaking off his anxiety. You decide to get him back on track as you get him to focus as to why he brought you here, “so, why did you ask to see me?” you squint as you kept close to him leaning over the table to try and keep your conversation as private as possible.

“Y-yea, uhm- look I know I have no right to ask for your time s-so thank you for meeting me.” You stare a Michael flabbergasted,

You knew him since you two were preschoolers, having lived next door to each other since his family first moved to Washington County, Utah. You knew his brother, and little sister, and the incident. After that you and your family moved away, having lived close to the Pizzeria and after your own misfortune, your family couldn’t take it any longer leaving your family home to Ohio where your grandmother lived. 

But coming back you realized you had no reason to, but nightmares and memories flooding back to you forced you to come back, 

You wondered; did he want you back?

Coming to your hometown you didn’t expect to see Michael as you would have thought that his family would have taken the same route as your family did and moved away. However, when you found Michael walking on the sidewalk with groceries you look at the man in slight horror at how much he’s changed, mainly physically, and mentally.

Michael was a rowdy boy growing up constantly fighting for his parents’ attention by doing outlandish stunts. After his mom disappeared leaving him with his absent father, he got worst, hanging out with the wrong crowd, pulling pranks, and finally teasing his brother when his baby sister went missing. 

Again, you knew Michael since you both were in preschool; Michael was the new to the neighborhood moving from England, you were fascinated by his accent as a child and because that you’d invite him to play with you. 

You watch him change as you both grew up together, as tragedy after tragedy befalls him, now here you both are, finding each other once again, he was now a broken shell. Literally and figuratively, he caught you up on what happened to him when you asked that day you ran into him. He explained in bits and pieces slowly looking over his shoulder, you remember looking mortified at what you learned Michael seemed to catch on as he looks away.

“I’m doing this for a reason, (y/n), this is all for them, to save them.” Since then, Michael invited you for a meal, you were sure it wasn’t for catch up, but you came anyways. The curiosity killing you, 

However, another reason tempted you to come as Michael stated that he knew what happened to you brother. With that he left, telling you if you wanted to know more to come to the Pizzeria,

And here you were, Michael in front of you nervously fiddling with his jackets string. “Michael, you said you knew something about my brother” you look to him still fiddling with the string attached to his hoodie. “Please, whatever you know, please tell me. I don’t care about what happened in the past, I just want to know what happened to him.” The desperation in your voice got Michael to finally look at you, and the desperation in your eyes got him talking. 

Taking a breath, he reaches into his backpack to pull out a rolled up rectangular sheet of grid paper. It was laminated, as to protect the contents showing on the paper as Michael slips the rubber band from holding the paper as he rolls it out on the table as you realize that what you were looking were blueprints. 

However, your mind was having trouble wrapping around at what these blueprints were for, but soon your heart spiked as you gasp realizing now of what you were looking at. 

“Where the hell did you get these?” your voice was quiet, but your hatred was visible as disgust crawled its way up your throat or maybe that was fear. Fear of the answer that Michael would give you and the fear of accepting the monstrosity in front of you.

Michael sighs as he predicted this reaction from you, “I found them in this underground basement of Circus Baby Entertainment and Rental, it was made for private parties where people could rent out animatronics for parties.

I worked as a night guard repairing the animatronics before they go out in the day for parties, one night I found those prints in an office, connecting the dots it doesn’t take a genius to know what these animatronics were really built for.” He looks to your paled face hands covering your mouth as your world shifted under you, Michael then continues as he leans over his hand above the prints, you flinch as you catch his purple bandaged up hand in your field of vision however his finger lands on the bottom left-hand corner of the print. 

You follow his finger as your body shakes at the bolded tiny letters on the bottom left side corner of the blueprints showing its properties. 

“Afton Robotics, LLC” your breathing stops as you finally look to Michaels ashamed face, he looked so guilty as if he created these monsters. “My father, he created the animatronics to trap kids inside, for a reason I don’t know-“ he retracts his hand to fold it under himself, 

“When I found this out I started connecting the murders of those kids-“ “They were lured by a rabbit.” Michael nods as he continues, “Spring Bonnie, it was my father's first creation from his first restaurant built with Mr. Emily.” 

“W-wait, but Spring Bonnie was shut down after the accident, Freddy’s Pizzeria was in a totally different location than Fred bears Family.” You try and reason as Michael nods again, “I thought that too, however, my dad knew the locations he built inside and out. He had blueprints and cameras littered all over Circus Baby Rental’s basement” Michael scoffs in vexation as his knuckles whitened from how hard he gripped his fist.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he took Spring Bonnie from that location and lured those children into the backrooms.” It made sense, as Afton had access to his animatronics, but why…

“Michael what you are implying is that your dad…murdered all those kids, murdered my brother…” Michael’s brows furrowed as stabs his index into the blueprints, “this is proof, (y/n), that old man always had something going on. Always disappearing into his office, grinning like a crazed lunatic whenever he came home at random hours of the night.” Michael’s teeth clenched as you continue to stare at the blueprints. As they started to reveal something that was trapped in your brain for the longest time, 

“The smell, of the animatronics” Michael lifts a brow as he looks to you unsure of what you were getting at. 

“After the accident, and after my brother’s disappearance… i-it was a day before my family and I left for Ohio, I wanted to visit it one last time before the Freddy’s Pizzeria closed for good to conduct investigations.” You quickly connect pieces as if they would float away from you, placing a hand on your forehead you continue, “those things, they smelled…rotten, like a decayed animal was stuffed in there.” Tears start to collect in your eyes as they start to fall, finally Michael caught on and gave a sympathetic look. 

“Was he in there Michael? Was my brother in there and I left him?” your voice cracked at the revelation you made; your breath hitched as silently cried in front of Michael as emotions washed over you. 

Michael didn’t know how to comfort you, deciding it was best to let you ride out the wave of sorrow. Looking away to give you peace in crying without anyone looking at you in fear of feeling embarrassed. 

Soon your hiccups reduced to sniffles after a couple of minutes as you look up to Michael who had a napkin in his hand while looking away. you accept it as you mumble a ‘thank you’ as you blew your nose using another napkin to wipe your puffy eyes. 

“Thank you, Michael” you finally look to him as Michael turns to you with a nod and a hum accepting your gratitude, “So, where’s your dad now?” you ask after gathering yourself and continuing with your conversation.

“I don’t know, after all that crap that went down he disappeared and I haven’t seen him in years, I gotta call from Mr. Emily a few months back asking if I could help him out find some stuff-“ he scratches his neck as he continues, “which brought to Circus Baby Rental, and I got scooped. After that I got in contact with him and told him everything, ever since then I’ve been trying to look for Father.” You hum as you fold your arms together much like Michael had his, “so when you find him, what’s next?” Michael reaches into his bag to pull out an old looking cassette tape, Masking tape covered the front with the words. “Freddy’s Repair’s” Michael exhales through his nose as he looks at the tape as if it held all the answers, maybe it did.

“I found this tape inside a Freddy head, since Circus Rental was close to Freddy’s company wise and repair wise, my father hada bunch of stuff from old locations. hiding any evidence in the basement where no one would find it.” Michael goes to put the tape back in his bag, 

“After I found that video bits of clues haunted the tape telling me to find more to uncover what truly happened, As well as my fathers’ motives.” Michael glides his thumb across his other hands knuckles absentmindedly, “those kids are haunting the tapes, begging to be released. But their sanity is so corrupt they don’t know person from threat.” Michael gathers the blueprint as he sighs, “I need to help them, it’s the only thing that helps clear any sort of conscious. I wanted to tell you the things I learned to inform you of what happened to your brother so you can stop blaming yourself.” Michael slings his backpack behind his shoulder as he stands, it shocks you as you stand with him,

“(y/n), my father is a horrible ma- monster, when I find him, I’m not even sure he’ll be human. I want you to know that if anything happens to me, I wanna ask if you could visit my brother at his grave, could you tell him how sorry I am. And that is big brother is doing everything he can to set his friends free.” Michael looks back to you with a cracked smile, as he walks off. 

“Michael! Wait!” you almost make a scene with parents, teenagers, and kids as you race after Michael who wasn’t stopping. You were walking faster as you grab Michael’s shoulder and spun him around once he got close to the entrance,

“You’re not leaving me Michael, not again. You can’t do this by yourself, so I wanna help. And I’m not taking no for an answer, your father murdered my brother, you’re looking to find him and when you do I wanna be the one to throw the first punch.” Your determined frowned turned into a grin as you hold up your fist, you were serious, you wanted to avenge your brother, your mother’s heartache, and your mind from what that monster had taken from you.

Michael looks to you with an unreadable expression, as he exhales through his nose and looks away, “I can’t protect you, those things aren’t just animatronics, you’re gonna see some wild shi-“ you stop him, “I can handle it” you promised as you continue to stare at him.

Michael looks back to you this time with a dead serious expression he grips your shoulders as he looks into your eyes almost trying to find some hint of hesitation, “If you get in trouble, I’m not coming back to rescue you, I was given a mission to save these kids and bring my father to hell with myself included. My journey ends with him under my boot, do you understand?” Michael voice was low, and his accent present. His words didn’t bother you as you huffed and nodded. “I won’t get in your way, Michael.” 

Michael still holds you firm your body trapped under his grip as he finally lets go, “fine, let’s go.” Michael reluctantly sighs as he shoves his hands into his pockets continuing his walk. You smile as you catch up to him walking side by side as you both enter the hell that was waiting for you both.

But your determination to save your brother is what calmed your nerves better than any pill could ever do, and Michael smiles as well as he watches you join him glad that he didn’t have to do this alone.

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Oml, I'm so sorry for how long this is... I hope you guys liked this story and don't mind the length omggg ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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hahah, let’s sayyyy this story is based on…..

Passed traumatic experience ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

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Micheal Afton x Reader

Warning: maybe angst if you squint (￣^￣)ゞ

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It was a Friday night and you had just awoken from a nap. Groaning you turn your head to the digital clock that sat on your dresser. Looking at the time it was nine forty-five at night, making you mentally cringed at how long you napped for. Pulling the covers away from your body you stretched, as your feet touched the carpet floor of your room.

Looking over to view your window you noticed you left it open, nothing out of the ordinary. As fall had made its approach, you were finally getting the sweater weather that you’ve been dreaming about! Humming a sweet tune you walk into the kitchen for water, you were in such a happy mood nothing could take this away from you.

“Maybe I could invite Micheal for a game or two?” You hummed creating a plan for the night to make it even better. You had always invited Micheal for a game night, as you two would spend all nighters on retro games. And had a (un)healthy amount of competition for street fighter games. You had to admit those times spent together has brought you to develop an embarrassingly large crush on the man. Those nights of when Micheal fell asleep on your shoulder after a long day of working at his father’s restaurant. Has created many sleepless nights for you, as the memory would replay over and over again.

You have always thought about confessing your feelings, but the weight of rejection always won. You couldn’t help but fear the worse, it would sometime play in the back of your mind creating the worst feelings possible. You sighed entering the kitchen, you noticed your cat and smiled at him. “Hi pretty boy~” you cooed, however your cat seemed interested in another thing. “Hmm, what’s wrong honey? You look like you see a ghost” you chuckled as your cat continued to dead eye stare at the wall. Turning on the lights you walk over to where he was perched and followed the direction of where his eyes were pointing to. Your attention was soon taken as well.

“Hey, (y/n) wassup? Ready for me to kick your butt in street fighter~?” Micheal’s teasing voice came through the other end of your phone, as you pulled on the cord still eyeing the black dot on your wall. Twisting it through your fingers you nervously looked around for a weapon.

“Yeah yeah, uhm, heeyy Micheal, uhm, would you like to come over maybe..” You stuttered as you shooed your cat towards the crawling dot. But your cats interest had died a long time ago, “huh, what’s up are you okay?” Micheal’s worried voice would have made your heart fluttered. If it wasn’t already beating fast from the scattering insect on you wall, “uhm, yeah, I’m fin- ahhh! Get it get it!” You almost through your phone at it when it flew towards the kitchen isle. “Woah! (Y/n)? (Y/n)?” Micheals voice was muffled as you had dropped your phone, in favor of running to the other side of the kitchen. “H-hey, I’m coming over! Just stay put okay!” That’s when Micheal hung up the phone making his way to your house in a hurry.

Micheal arrived knocking on your door as he waited for you to come and let him in. He waited for a few seconds before he heard rushing feet, you had unlocked the door and pulled Micheal inside. “Woah! Hey what’s up? You call me and start freaking out-“ he was cut off by your hush as you pulled him to your kitchen. He saw you looking around as if heads were floating around you, the simplest thing such as a dust bunny made you jump. “Nooo, I lost it!” A groan escaped your lips, “lost what? What’s wrong?” Micheal was loosing his patience from asking the same questions and getting no answer. You stopped and spun to look at him, “the bug!” You pointed to where it was before which now was gone. Micheal could not help but look at you as if you were talking in a foreign language.

“Huh?” His expression soon turned bored, as you nodded your head once again looking around. “It was huge! L-like this big-“ you demonstrated using your fingers, “it flies too! It nearly touched me!” You squirmed as you paced around. “I think it got in through my window-“ you gasp, “do you think it touched my face!?” You patted your cheeks as you whined getting antsy just thinking about it.

You looked to Micheal still giving you the bored expression, he chuckles dryly as he sighs. “Soo, you brought me here too..?” “Kill it!” You finished as you got behind him, hiding behind his form and holding onto his black hoodie. He huffed, as he looked away walking to your kitchen, as he looked around you stood there watching him. “So lemme get this straight-“ he began as he lifted objects to find the bug. “You call me acting all scared, had me thinking you were being attacked-“ you jumped making a sound as you saw it on your microwave. Micheal followed your sight and went towards it, “scaring me almost half to death thinking you were hurt when you left the phone.” His calm voice continued as he slammed his calloused hand down on the bug making you jump. How easy he made of disposing it made you shrink back in embarrassment, as Micheal made his way towards you. Towering over your form as you looked away from not only Micheal but also the oozing guts of the bug that stained his hand, “over some bug?” You nervously tapped your fingers. “Well, when you put it like that…” “(y/n)” his voice sounded like a parent as you sighed.

“M’sorry, I really didn’t wanna make you worry. I guess seeing bugs still get to me, even as an adult..” you looked down apologetically, Micheal shrugs his shoulders. “I’m not mad at you being scared. I’m mad at how worried I got, I guess..”

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?” Micheal hummed as if trying to find the words, “I guess when I heard you so scared on the phone.. I really thought that something bad was happing, like, I was gonna loose you” Micheals voice began to quiet as he continues his eyes focused on the floor. “I guess, I don’t know, the idea of you getting hurt, scares me. I only have you, and I can’t afford to loose you too” hearing ‘you too’ finally struck as to why Micheal seemed on edge when going through his rant.

His brother and sister, you held yourself really feeling awful for making him worry. “Micheal, I had no idea, I’m so sorr-“ Micheal shook his head, “naw, don’t worry about it. You didn’t know your fears are valid, even over tiny bugs~” Micheal, grinned teasingly as he showed you the bloody corpse of the bug on his hand. “Eww~ haha-” you laugh having a hold on Micheals wrist to stop him from moving closer. “S-still, I’m gonna work hard on this so I don’t worry you anymore” Micheal smiles, as he wraps his arm around you. “I’ll need to help then, you’re gonna need a knight to save you after all~” his teasing nature hasn’t changed much. It never failed to make you smile, “hah, sure~” you push him away as you stood close together.

The moment felt to similar to your romance shows, where the characters kiss. Was this that moment? Was Micheal gonna kiss you? Should you kiss him? Was this the time to confess??

“Eh!”

Just then you were staring at the twitching antenna of the dead bug, as scream escaped your lips as you jumped back. Laughter erupted from Micheal as he almost fell over laughing, having to hold himself.

“Holy hell! Haha! I’m sorry babe haha!” Micheals laughter made you huff. “Hey jerk! What happened to, my fears being valid!” You huffed hitting his broad shoulder. “I know I know!” He looked up his laughter finally coming to a close, “but hell, your face love!” Never mind he was going in for a round two…

You huff crossing your arms, “oh, doll, I know you love me~” he looks up to you, a chuckle coming out, his eyes squinted as a smirk played on his lips as he admired your pouted face.

“Yeah, maybe..”

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Micheal my beloveddd _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

I kinda made him a teasing jerk in this haha, but I like it sooo <3

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