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and-stir-the-stars · 10 months

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Got the brainworms.

A Nest Torn Empty, the month Mike is away. There are some flavors of trauma that might interestingly suit that scenario. These are just little brainstorms, don't feel like. Compelled to use them lmao

One might fit the idea of being medicalized, poked and prodded. Psych test after psych test, evaluations and therapy as it was in the eighties, possibly by particularly shitty professionals who try to go the therapy version of "bad cop" and INSIST mike is lying just to see if he breaks?

Another might be someone deciding to enact some kind of revenge on Evan's behalf. This could go any number of ways, but I think it would be interesting if someone who has been in Evan's position before decided to try and create some version of "a taste of his own medicine" for Mike, though obviously without the near death bit bc of plotlines etc.

And then there are less obvious things that kind of get left out. Being torn from your family all of the sudden is traumatic. He doesn't know what's going to happen to him, or to his brother and sister. Whether or not he's in another abusive place, the sheer amount of differences could throw him off. All the rules are different, all the people are different. He probably feels very isolated.

(You're giving me ideas for the au where Mike thinks Evan died after they're split up, lmao)

In terms of reactions, I think there might be more of a shutdown than his earlier behavior. If nothing he's doing yields ANY reaction– good or bad– then why bother? I think a lot of it would just lead him to be very tired by the end of it all.

Final aspect that I think would be interesting: as the kids grow up and actually learn to talk about the shitty upbringing they had, I think Mike's month away might fall to the wayside for a while. Nobody else thinks about it; it doesn't come up.

Eventually, though, it does need to be addressed. Maybe it kind of pales in comparison to the bite itself, but the experience still hurt.

(Or disregard all of this! Just brainstorming dhfjdkdksk)

okay first off I think it's so funny that I have to outsource all my "how would Mike react to xyz trauma" stuff to you,, like how dare you know him so well and have so many tantalizing Mike thoughts /honorary /pos

i think my initial idea was more along the lines of like,, Mike keeps insisting that he didn't mean to hurt Evan, but the more the psychiatrists poke and prod and question him, the less certain Mike is.

All of Mike’s claims that "I didn't know that would happen" and "i didn't mean for him to get hurt" and "i didn't want to kill him" are met with stuff like. "So there's no history of you hurting him?" "So Evan hasn't been put in danger by your actions before?" "So this behavior is a recent thing that came out of nowhere?" And just like. General questions that, whether asked out malice or from people genuinely trying to understand if Mike is a danger to himself or others, only serve to highlight in Mike’s mind that maybe he is inherently evil, because every time he swears that he didn't mean it, he's just met with a reminder of all the times he has in fact hurt Evan and others before and with the reminder that he could do it again at any time.

The idea that there are certain "professionals" there who just insist that Mike is lying about not meaning for the Bite in an effort to get him to cave and break???? Oooooh boy. Angsty, I love it. Maybe as time passes and Mike gets more and more frustrated, his "medical treatment" and "psychiatric professionals" just get worse and worse as a result of his lashing out. It starts out with the psychiatrists just trying to be thorough and get a detailed understanding of what happened, and the mere nature of their questioning frays Mike as he interprets their questions as them not believing him. He tells himself that he's crazy for feeling so attacked by them when they're professionals trained to help people, but like. It doesn't make the problem go away. Mike starts lashing out as he feels like they don't believe him. And his lashing out is ofc seen as signs of hostility, leading to worse and worse "treatment" (in both sense of the term), and leading to him being placed with awful "professionals" who blatantly tell him to his face now that he's lying about not meaning to hurt Evan to get Mike to break.

And the whole experience just, like, shreds every sense of faith Mike had in his own judgment. He doesn't know what to do or think anymore, and it doesn't matter anyway, because no matter WHAT he does or thinks it has the same result of people just. Making him feel cruel and evil, like he'll inevitably hurt someone, like he's a monster and has always been a monster and is trying to manipulate everyone here in the psych facility and everyone he's ever known into thinking he's NOT a monster for his own personal gain.

Worst thing is that in Mike’s eyes, these are strangers who don't even know him or know anything about him, and yet they don't NEED to know him to know that he's evil. Mike coming to the conclusion that theres something so fundamentally broken about him that people can PHYSICALLY SEE IT, he reeks of it, it's the first thing people see when they look at him, the ONLY thing people see. People don't even need to know him to see straight into the evil in his heart. Which is only furthered when he goes back home and all these classmates he never talked to before are calling him a murderer, not to mention Liz's ambivalent reaction to seeing him again.

#Like low key there's an ask sitting in my inbox abt how saffron mike would react to smth #And I've just been staring at it like. No idea my guy. I am not the mike expert here. Lmao #Now I'm thinking about mike begging and praying for william to come get him out of this facility #And will not doing so feeds into Mike’s reluctance to trust will later on #And feeds into mikes frustration that will has been so absent #ie the scene where mike freaks out in ch1 of bcoh and he's like. FATHER should be #The one giving ev his meds so he doesn't try ripping his own head off from the pain so WHERE IS HE??#Like Will just. Consistently does this #Also mike not knowing what's gonna happen to him or liz or evan...#Do the psychiatrists even tell mike whether or not ev is still alive?#Does mike assume that liz is in a psych facility herself? She didn't cause the bite but SHE has been hurting ev too #Does mike wonder if he's ever getting out of here #And then no one in the fam talking about mike's month away!!!#Ur giving me thoughts for a one shot that takes place several years after the bite #With evan begging mike to stop pushing him away #And mike is just. So traumatized not just from going thru this but from no one talking or caring abt it #(On top of his normal trauma abt not wanting to burden/hurt anyone w his issues and not feeling they're important #And and and plus all the time mike spent trying to reach out to ev after the bite only for ev to be so traumatized that he kept #Rejecting mike) that he can't stop holding people at arms length.#A nest torn empty #my brother my wound #tw medical malpractice #Tw child abuse

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hearts4juzi · 5 months

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Weird Thoughts and Bad Things

Michael makes a! Choice! And drags Evan down with him. OR Silly au scene ive had in my head. Evan's about 17, Mike is 20-22

Evan was on his laptop when he heard a knock on the doorway to his room. He turned to see Michael, who was leaning on the doorframe with a rather aloof expression. Almost aloof, actually. He was fidgeting and looking side to side occasionally, like he was nervous.

That was never a good sign.

“What do you need?” Evan said hesitantly, “Did something happen?”

“I need your help,” Michael said.

“My… Help? Why?”

“I just do, come with me,” He pressed.

“Get Elizabeth to do it, Mike, I’m busy,” Evan said. He didn’t like this, and especially not how Michael kept pausing to look around, like someone was after him.

He took a deep breath, “Ev, come on, just help me out, okay?”

Evan gave him an unamused look at the nickname, and Michael rolled his eyes.

“Just help me! Get off your ass and come with me!” Michael grabbed Evan’s arm and pulled him halfway out of his chair before he could catch himself.

“Dude!” Evan hissed.

“Now! It’s important and I… I can’t tell Liz.” He said the last bit in a hushed voice, before looking around again. Now Evan was really uncomfortable. Now he was concerned.

“What happened?”

“Just come on!” Michael snapped.

They walked down the hall in silence. Michael was wringing his hands, something Evan recognized as a nervous stim of sorts. Michael used to do that a lot more when they were kids. He was also being slow, slower than he normally was. If Michael wasn’t rushing everyone in the house, he was either tired…

Or he was scared.

Michael led him to their father’s office—a place they weren’t allowed in, Evan noted suspiciously—and paused at the door.

“You can’t freak out,” He said.

“Why? What’s in there?”

“Promise me you won’t freak out.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

Michael grabbed Evan’s shoulders, “Promise,” He said harshly.

Evan stared at him. He knew Michael, despite how much his brother would like to pretend he didn’t. He knew that something was wrong. Very wrong. Actually, the past month has been weird for Michael. He wasn’t even really being a dick, he just seemed… Tired. It was a weird kind of tired, more that he’d avoided everyone and been a lot quieter. Unless it was to their father, who almost always had something to argue with him about.

Evan felt a bit guilty for not trying to reach out to Michael, but he could imagine what Gregory would say.

“It’s not your job to fix whatever he’s got going on, especially not before you’ve fixed whatever you’ve got going on,”

The thought made him feel a bit better, actually. Maybe Gregory was a stronger influence than he’d thought.

“...I promise,” He finally said.

Michael slowly opened the door and the first thing Evan noticed was that everything on their father’s desk was strewn about. Oh and also there was blood everywhere. And their father on the floor, covered in it…

Oh.

Oh, he felt like he was gonna be sick. When he turned to Michael he’d lost the calm collected look and now had a mixture of discomfort and a bit of remorse plastered on his face.

“What the hell happened?” Evan hissed, “Why- We need to call somebody Michael what the he-”

Michael grabbed him again, “NO,” He snarled, “We are NOT calling somebody, are you insane!?”

Evan’s brain took a moment to catch up, so he stared dumbly at Michael trying to understand.

“I killed him, dipshit!” Michael said in a hushed voice.

Oh. Joy.

“And you need to help me clean this up!”

Even better!

“What!? Why?” Evan gasped, “No! No way! No way in hell no nope never nuh uh no way no how never!”

Michael didn’t let go of him, instead tightening his grip, “Listen, Dad was an asshole, I’m helping all of us,” He said, “you wanna snitch to the cops? Fine. But I hope you know it’s not worth it for our dad, Evan. And if you don’t, you’re already an accomplice because you KNOW I did it and you’re not telling them, so you might as well help me clean it up. Nobody has to know, nobody will miss him, listen to me Ev!”

Evan stared at him, then at the body on the floor, then back at him. “But you can’t… you can’t just kill people, Mike, please, please listen to me, Mike we need to tell someone we can’t just-”

Michael grabbed his wrist, “I’m not above killing you too if it shuts you up!”

Evan’s mouth snapped closed with a click and he stared at Michael in disbelief. His brother just handed him a bottle of disinfectant, “Let’s clean this up now.”

And so he did. They cleaned in silence, and then took the body and buried it in the woods behind their house.

While Michael dug the hole, Evan stood off to the side anxiously. He hadn’t said anything since Michael threatened him, but now that he thought about it, he didn’t think he’d actually go through with it. At least, he was pretty sure. 90% sure. 50% sure… He was pretty sure! He knew Michael sucked but he seemed at least a bit shaken up about this and… And Evan hadn’t done anything wrong, right? Nothing worth killing him over… Right?

“Put it in,” Michael said, and Evan did. It felt wrong, very wrong, for whatever reason. Evan didn’t like his father. He hated his father, in fact! But even so… Something wasn’t right. But at this point he wasn’t sure if that was about his father… or if it was about Michael…

And then they went home, and Evan sat back down in his chair and continued using his laptop. But his chest was tight and he felt sick and everything felt wrong all of a sudden.

But Michael was so weirdly calm about it, if not a bit freaked out at the idea of getting caught, and he was shaken sure, but not as much as he should be. As if this was nothing! As if he didn’t just kill someone, and threaten to kill Evan and…

He needed to call Gregory, he didn’t wanna be here tonight. He certainly didn’t feel like sleeping here.

#my writing #fnaf #michael afton #evan afton #fnaf au #kill ur dad au #The title for this google doc was just “I killed dad Ev” and it made me giggle

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codergalsblog · 1 year

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Fnaf revival au(headcanons):

(DISCLAIMER: This is my opinion on the bite, but I respect everyone's opinions equally, but these are my thoughts).

You know what really bothers me about Evan's death. It wasn't the fact that he was killed by his brother(that still is horrible, though), but it's the fact that not one person working at fredbears tried to help the poor kid. Like, they could clearly see that evan was terrified and scared. He clearly didn't want to go to fredbear, but instead of the dayshift guards running up the stage and grabbing the kid from his brother arms, they just said "hey kid, back up from the stage." WHAT. THE. FREAK. IS THAT GONNA DO!!! it's like they didn't even care about the kid. Clearly, Mike wasn't gonna stop. Listen, when I tell you I would've run up to the stage SO FAST, I'm talking like sonic speed, moving faster than the speed of sound!!!

I also hate that after the bite, William was more concerned about the restaurant than his own child dying. This is more proof that William is in NO WAY a good father at all. heck, in my au, he ain't even a good husband. He would abuse his wife, too, verbally and physically. That was the main reason why Clara left him(she wanted to take the kids too, but didn't wanna risk William calling the cops on her). I also have a headcanon that William planned for Elizabeth's death because he wanted to test out remnant and how it works. So, he used his own family as lab rats for his experiment. He just faked being upset about Elizabeth's death because, like I said, there was no way that William was ever seen as a good father or a good husband.

Bonus:

While both Liz and evan visited their old, abandoned house, they found tapes that William had stored in his room. They both played and listened to all 10 tapes, and some of them were about remnant and immortality. But the other tapes are about how he didn't even love his own family and was just using them as lab rats, especially Elizabeth. William said in those tapes that he always manipulated her into thinking that she was the "golden child" of the family and that she was more important than her two brothers. He also said that he would always tell her to dress in proper clothing and look modest. but not because he loved her, but it was all just to save his own reputation and make everyone believe that the aftons were the "perfect" family. He also said that he purposefully told Elizabeth not to see circus Baby because he knew that she would be too tempted and impatient enough to rebelle and go see her.

When I tell you that Elizabeth's face was red, I mean RED red. Not of embarrassment, but of anger. She was just in disbelief that all this time: she was never loved, was never the favorite to begin with, always was told to dress up like a pretty doll and for what: for William afton to save face. Liz was about ready to punch that tape recorder right then and there, but evan said it wasn't worth it.

But what William said about evan was even worse: he always said that evan was just a mistake and a ghost to the afton family. Will would always say that he was the one who would lock evan in his room or in the backroom of fredbears, not Michael. This was because he knew that Michael, even though he scares evan sometimes, he wouldn't dare to lay even a FINGER on his own brother if it meant he would get hurt somehow. The same goes for Elizabeth, too. So, in order to make evan so terrified of Michael to the point where he was too scared to even be in the same room as him, he would always record Michael playing hide and seek with Elizabeth and would play those tapes in order to scare evan to the point where he doesn't leave his room. William did all of that just so he can have one less "problem" to worry about(these are William's words, btw). When the bite of 83' happened, he wasn't sad at all. In fact, william was actually relieved to know that he had one less problem to deal with now. He treated evan like he never even existed, and even after the bite, he always covered it up by saying, "Who's evan?" Or "I only have 1 son, what do you mean?"

When evan heard this, he was unfazed but was also very sad too because the whole time, he was just non-existent to his own father, and no matter how much he tried to be perfect for him, it was never enough. He was sad, but just let it slide. ohh, but Elizabeth didn't, cuz She was FURIOUS and DISGUSTED about how he would treat his own family this way. She was about ready to actually FIGHT the tape recorder (and even the tape itself) but evan stopped he and told her again that it's not worth it and that they both should leave and try to calm down back home.

(P.S: Liz took the tape recorder and the tapes, smashed them to bits and pieces, and put it in a little bag.....then threw it into the bonfire along with the pictures of William.)

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf revival au #evan afton #elizabeth afton #michael afton #william afton #clara afton

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hearts4juzi · 6 months

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Just Like They Say it in the Song

2,693 words Based on the mergeband au by @viarayy01-blog Basically, the band has their first big gig and a few things go wrong!!

“Our first real gig! Isn’t this incredible?” Charlie exclaimed.

“Yes, yes, incredible, now get ready, Charlie,” William replied calmly, “your show is in less than 8 hours and we need everything to be perfect.”

Charlie elbowed him, “Oh, come on, don’t you get excited about anything?”

“He’s incredibly excited,” Henry assured her, walking into the room with her guitar, “He just doesn’t wanna say it out loud. Now, why don’t you go get ready, the others are waiting.”

“Thanks dad!” She says, giving him a smile before running out of the room.

She found Elizabeth on the porch, while Michael was tuning his guitar, again. He seemed to always be messing with it.

She plopped down beside him, “What’s up with it this time?” She asked, nudging him.

Michael mumbled something, pulling his guitar closer to him.

“...What did you do?” She asked again, slightly more concerned this time.

“I… snapped one of the strings.”

She stared at him.

“8 hours. Before our show,” she said slowly.

He hugged his guitar, “yep.”

She stood up, “Okay, we can fix that, okay.”

“Oh also Lizzie’s skates broke.”

“...”

“And Evan’s freaking out in his old room.”

“...”

“And Cassidy still isn’t here.”

“...”

Okay. Okay. One thing at a time.

“You and Liz go get your stuff fixed, I’m gonna go talk to Evan and call Cassidy.”

Mike shrugs, “Sounds good to me. Liz! Come here!” He called, running up to his sister while Charlie ran into the house and headed upstairs.

Charlie found Evan right where Mike said she would, pacing around, fixing his outfit, and fidgeting.

She knocked on the open door to get his attention, and he jumped slightly.

“Hey,” She said, “you okay?”

“No,” He admitted, “Cass still isn’t here, she won’t pick up her phone, Mike broke his guitar and Liz-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know about all that,” Charlie said, “but Mike’s getting his guitar fixed and Lizzie will fix her skates. We’re gonna do great!”

Evan frowned, “But what about Cassidy? She won’t pick up her phone…”

“She’s probably on her way. I’m sure she’ll show up any minute now.”

Meanwhile, Cassidy was in her room, toying with her mic, fixing up her outfit, making sure everything was perfect. That seemed to be a recurring theme.

Evan had bolted out the door shouting an apology over his shoulder, but Cassidy didn’t mind; She knew how stressed he got about deadlines, and he probably wanted to talk to his dad. So right now, she was just getting everything perfect.

She practiced her song in the mirror, fiddled with her bowtie, all kinds of things. She was excited about this. She was prepared. Most importantly, she was late.

Really late.

She didn’t notice until she plugged her phone in finally and was met with at least 80 missed calls from Evan.

Shoot.

She picked it up and called him back, “Hey, it’s me, what’s up?” she asked.

“What’s up!? What’s up!?” Evan gasped, “I’ve been calling you for almost an hour now do you know how scary that is itsthedayofourgigcasswecantaffordtobeevenasecondlateandmikeandlizhaveproblemsyoucantjsutgomiaduringthatareyounuts!?”

Cassidy couldn’t hide a chuckle at that, “It’s fine,” she said, “I’m all ready, I’ll be over in a sec. My phone died. Uhm, what happened with Mike and Liz?”

“Mike broke his guitar,” Charlie answered.

Cassidy went quiet. It’s not that his guitar wasn’t an easy fix, but right before their show? What, was it his job to be irresponsible??

“And Liz?”

“Her skates broke.”

She sighed, “I assume they’re getting those fixed?”

Charlie hummed an affirmation.

Cassidy groaned, “Well, that’s fine. It’s not the first time this has happened,”

Charlie laughed, “Yeah. Mike seemed pretty bummed about it though.”

“He’ll be fine,” Cassidy said, “We’re gonna do great. I’m gonna head over there, I’ll talk to you when I get there.”

“Alright, bye!!” Charlie and Evan said together.

The drive there was pretty calm, Cassidy wasn’t worried about the show. She’d played with these guys before and she knew how good they were at these things, even if they weren’t good at the preparation stage.

If only they knew as well.

When she got there, she found Charlie and Evan waiting for her.

“Took you long enough,” Evan said, his ears flat.

“Sorry,” She said, “we have plenty of time, though, we’ll be fine.” She nudged him playfully, “You’re gonna do great.”

He sighed and smiled at her, “I’m gonna do my best, at least.”

“Okay, so we need to head to the stage and get our set put together, come on!” Charlie said.

Cassidy appreciated Charlie and Evan a lot, and on the drive there, she let her mind wander. Michael was fixing his guitar and his sister’s skates, Evan and Cassidy would be prepping the stage, and Charlie was going to get the lights and audio ready.

And that was actually so exciting. She was bouncing in her seat thinking about it, their first real gig!! With a huge audience! They were gonna have all their eyes on the band, and that was so cool!!!!!

“Isn’t it exciting?” She asked, walking around Evan while he pushed one of the set pieces up.

“Everyone staring at me? Kinda?” He sighed, leaning on the piece, “I don’t know. I keep thinking about it and getting excited and then I remember… The amount of people coming…” He shuddered.

Cassidy smiled at him, tilting her head, “I don’t know, having thousands of people staring at me and my every move and every word I sing? That sounds incredible.”

Evan just stared at her in horror.

“Bad wording?”

“Terrible. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Cassidy frowned, “This isn’t the first time you’re performing in front of people, Ev, why is it so stressful now?”

“Because it feels so professional, like people on TV!” He exclaimed, waving his hands around to emphasize his point, “It’s like, these people are expecting something you’d see in someone who’s incredible at this, and that’s just not me.”

Cassidy stared at him for a moment, then grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and shook him back and forth, “What are you talking about!? You’re incredible at this!” She snapped, “Don’t say things like that, you’re a valued member of our team and the band is lucky to have you and you’re going to ace this show!!!!”

“Okay! Okay! O-Okay stop shaking me!” Evan cried out, prying her hands from his shoulders. But he was laughing, and the sight made her grin triumphantly.

“Don’t say that anymore. You’re doing great, Evan. Now let’s finish setting up, Mike and Liz will be back any minute now, and we’ll want to do a run through before our show.”

“That’ll be $16.97.” The cashier muttered. He was a bitter looking man, with sunken, half closed eyes and a permanent scowl. His eyebrows were constantly creased, as if everything happening annoyed him

Michael decided he didn’t like this guy much. He kept scowling at him, as if he was some unruly teen, and he had given him a funny look when he walked in.

He’d also refused help when Michael had asked where the guitar strings were, and the line had been so long and now Michael was totally late.

He swiped his card calmly and took the strings, stuffing them in his bag before turning around and walking out quickly; The cashier was still glaring at him and he refused to squirm under his eye, he’d rather just leave as fast as possible.

“Okay, we have the strings, what do we need to do for your skates?” He asked Elizabeth as they climbed back into the car.

“My wheel snapped off. We can get a new one at the bike shop, and for cheap, too,” She replied, “The manager is a nice guy.”

Michael nodded, “Alright, let’s go. We’re late enough.”

Elizabeth went in alone so Michael could fix his guitar in peace. In truth, he felt really bad, and pretty embarrassed, about breaking it, so he was a bit happy she had broken something too. It made him feel better about his own mistake.

The car was quiet when he finished, and he kind of wished he could plug in his guitar and play right now, but he settled for digging up the uke he kept under his seat and sitting back and playing it. He liked playing music absently, and he hummed along with it, closing his eyes.

“You’re good at that, didja know that?” A voice said from directly beside him, outside his car window.

Michael jumped with a yelp and nearly dropped his instrument, clutching it to his chest.

Jeremy burst out laughing with a wide grin, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. I came here to fix my bike, I didn't expect to see you here. Isn’t your concert thing soon? I thought you guys were gonna meet up and rehearse?”

Michael leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath, “Yeah, we were, but some things came up.”

“One the day of your show? That sucks man, do you need help?”

Michael tilted his head at him, “Yeah, actually, I think you can help me,” he said, his face slowly breaking into a smile, “How fast do you like to drive?”

By the time they arrived at the stage, elizabeth was clinging to her seat and Michael was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

“YOU GUYS ARE NUTS.” Elizabeth exclaimed, “NUTS. AND BOLTS. AND OTHER ROBOT PUNS.”

Jeremy shrugged, “I got you where you needed to be, and fast, too.”

Michael let his head rest on the dashboard, “I think if Evan saw that he’d lose his shit, dude.”

Jeremy laughed, “Well, let him know I’m a great driver, nothin’ to worry his pretty little head about.”

Michael hopped out of the car, but paused to lean on the open window, “You comin’ tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss you on stage with that guitar if my life depended on it, Mike. You can bet I’ll be there.”

Michael smiled, “Alright then, see you on the other side!”

“Break a leg!” Jeremy called before driving away.

“Remind me to never get in a car with you again.” Elizabeth groaned.

They headed into the building, and were met by Evan scolding them for being so late. Michael was only half listening, looking at their set and everything. It looked so… Professional. And it made his head spin. In a good way.

He held his guitar closer to him, tilting his head to further examine everything, even looking out at the house, and the booth way in the back, where he spotted Henry.

The older man waved at him, and he waved back.

“Are you even listening to me?” Evan said.

“Not at all.” Michael replied.

He heard his younger brother groan before telling Liz to get the others so they could rehearse.

The rehearsals went well… but according to Father, not well enough.

But Evan didn’t understand, they were doing everything right, yet he still sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Put your passion into it, everybody. Evan, you’re shaking again.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just nerves!” He said, sighing, “I don’t know- it’s all so exciting and scary and-”

“I get it, Evan, I really do,” He soothed him, “We’ll keep trying. I just don’t feel like everyone’s as into it as they should be,” He shoots an intense stare at Michael who’s staring out at the house.

Charlie elbowed him and he jumped, scowling at her before turning to look at his dad again.

“And Elizabeth, please be careful, I swear you’re going to give me a heart attack, if you fall on stage, you could get hurt.”

“Sorry, new wheels are hard to get used to,” She scuffs her toe on the floor.

“Alright, let’s give it another shot.” He said.

They did that all day, and by the end, Evan was sure these songs were going to play in his head on repeat for the next five years.

He also knew he was going to pass out by the end of this, he was exhausted. And he could tell the other members were too, except Elizabeth and Cassidy, but nothing stopped them.

Michael had laid down on the floor and not gotten up despite Charlie nudging him. Either he was dead or he was asleep. Either way, same, Evan thought.

William noticed this, and shook his head, “Alright. You guys are gonna do great, your performance is incredible. I’m wishing all of you luck, me and Henry are very proud.”

Michael groaned from where he was laying down, and Evan laughed.

Henry rescued them all with some ice cream, before they finally got to sit back and wait.

Turns out waiting is hell, but Evan was sure Michael would die if he had to run through those songs again.

Charlie pulled out some cards and waved them in the air, “Go Fish?”

“I just think that we could do better, add some dancing, I don’t know,” Elizabeth said, “queen of hearts?”

“We’re doing the best we can, and plus, it’s our first gig,” Michael said, “go fish.”

“And plus, we’re still young, we have time to build a reputation, today is about the moment and the opening. We’re introducing ourselves into this.” Cassidy said, “Evan, two of spades?”

“I’m just nervous I’ll mess up,” Evan said, handing her his card.

“Well, nobodies gonna boo tomato us, we’re good enough to be sure of that,” Charlie said, “Mike, king of clubs?”

Michael lightly smacked Evan in the face with his cards, “You’re not gonna mess up, dude, you haven’t messed up at all throughout rehearsal and all our smaller gigs,” he smiles at him, before replying, “go fish.”

Elizabeth sighed, “I suppose worrying will only make it worse for us, eh?”

“That’s the spirit!” Michael said, “Cass, three of diamonds?”

Evan tilted his head, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I always am.” Michael says, “I’m also all out of cards.”

The group groaned at his smug look, and they shuffled the deck again. But Evan couldn’t say it didn’t make him feel better. His friends were good at that in a way he couldn’t possibly understand. He loved his friends.

They talked and played for a while before Henry came back with more food for them and news that they had to get backstage and prepare. The show was soon.

Michael fixed up his mask, Charlie made sure her makeup wasn’t smeared, Lizzie played with her ponytails until she was satisfied with how they look, Evan and Cassidy fixed up each other’s costumes until they were perfect.

Even William looked pleased, so that was something.

“So, you kids excited?” he asked.

“Are you kidding? Hell yeah!” Michael cheered.

“Break a leg, kiddos!” Henry said, ushering them to their places.

And so it began…

By the time they were in the car driving home, they were ALL singing. Michael and Charlie were playing the random string instruments they had stuffed in random places in the car, Even and Cassidy were singing, and Liz was drumming on the dashboard. Jeremy was driving them and seemed to be enjoying himself a lot as well.

“Woah-oh-oh, there’s lovin’ in your eyes that pulls me closer!!!”

“Oh, it pulls me closer!”

“It’s so subtle!”

“I’m in trouble!”

“But I love to be in trouble with you! Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on!”

“You got the healing that I want!”

“Just like they say it in the song!”

“Until the dawn, let’s Marving Gaye and get it on!”

Michael cheered, laughing.

“You guys are so good at that!” Jeremy said.

“It’s our thing!” Charlie laughed, “Turn on the radio, let's sing something else too!”

“Sure thing!”

They dropped off Liz and Charlie first, then Cassidy and Evan.

As he waved goodbye to his brother, the fatigue of the day caught up to him.

Echoing his thoughts, Cassidy said, “Jeez, I can’t wait to sleep. I’m never waking up again.”

“So glad I don’t have class tomorrow.” Evan agreed.

She gave him a small smile, and the two of them walked into the building to their dorm.

#GOT DONE EARLY!!! HEHEHE #my writing #mergeband au #fnaf #michael afton #william afton #henry emily #charlie emily #jeremy fitzergals #evan afton #elizabeth afton #cassidy fnaf

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