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More YouTube scooped Micheal

This is how I cope being broke and people telling me to save money I can't afford to save

I swear I didn't mean to take this seriously

Micheal adjusts the camera and takes a breath for lungs he no longer has. It's barely been an hour since he dragged his father to his uncle's place, and after Jeremy made sure his uncle wasn't dying he decided to do a livestream because he had to confirm he wasn't going crazy.

"What is that?" William was sat in the backyard still wet from Henry spraying him with the hose. It didn't help with the musty smell but got rid of the dirt and grime. It also set off a few springlocks, which made him scream in pain.

Micheal sighs it sounds like a whistle since Jeremy hasn't fixed the stitches around his mouth. "It's a phone."

"That's not a phone." Willaim shakes himself off like a dog.

"It is a phone, and it's recording live for an audience." Micheal steps aside as his father moves closer to the small device.

"Like a camera?" William tilted his head. "That's impossible."

Micheal pushes his father back. "Don't break my phone. You're also still wet." He turns back to the camera. "Look, I know this is strange, and you don't know who this guy is, but I need to compose my sanity. This is a springlock suit that my dead father is in. He thought it was 1987 literally less than an hour ago."

"Why are you talking to it? I don't believe that is recording, let alone fliming like a newscast." William tries to shake off more water, but it doesn't do much, but make metal clanking noises.

"This is why I'm happier being a living corpse than being stuck in a machine." Micheal responds dryly. "Father, wait here. I'm going to get my laptop.... uh computer so I can read the live chat."

"A computer? Micheal, they aren't portable, let alone connected to anything that can transport information unless you have a wall of a machine." William tries to shout after Micheal, but he disappeared inside where he couldn't follow. He falls and sits back to the ground.

Henry comes out and chuckles softly, slowly coming into the frame of the livestream. "Ah, I didn't know Micheal started a stream, explains why he rushed inside." He hums. "Sit William, I'm going to see if I can replace that voice chip with something modern."

William watches Henry approach him. "When did you start needing a cane?"

"Ten years back, my hip started to act up. The cane helps me get to places without needing help." Henry pushes up what was left of the semi rotten fabric, and with soft rusted clicks, he pulls back the springs and locks in the head and neck. "I must admit seeing bone is refreshing compared to what your son has. I found a dead mouse in his thigh trying to help him clean himself up."

"A dead mouse?" William's voice glitches as the rusted and cracked voice box is removed.

"Yes, a dead mouse. Probably died from the chemicals Micheal used to stop the rotting." Henry pauses, taking out a screwdriver and a small blowtorch. "I apologize, old friend, if this hurts, but I need to get this in place, and it's been ages since I've worked on something... this old."

After a moment, a yelp and a much clearer British voice breaks through. "Henry, that's enough it feels like you're choking me."

"Hard to choke someone who is just a skeleton in a broken springlock suit." Henry brushes the rust and oil off his hands. "Now you sound better." He turns around. "Oh Micheal, when did you get back out here?"

"20 minutes ago." Micheal stretches. "Are you ok?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Henry smiles. "As I said earlier, it's refreshing to just see bones, then uh, something rotten." He unwinds the springs and returns the rotten fabric. "I can't do anything about the fabric. You were always so much better at the fabric and costumes than I was."

William allows Henry to step back before he stands up. "I'm just a pile of bones then." He pauses. "I'm sure most of it is crushed from the screws in the springs. I understand why you aren't shocked seeing the state of my son... is Evan like this?"

"Yes!" Jeremy interrupts. "Granted, I don't know where he went, but he's the reason I got my frontal lobe bitten off." He chuckles. "Mr. Emily couldn't exactly stop the moving around of assets during the 80s, and currently, we are on a mission to find all of them. Like you, they have a habit of moving around."

"How are you alive? Also, who are you?" William cautiously steps forward.

"I'm fucking your son." Jeremy has a shit eating grin on his face.

"JEREMY!" Micheal covers his face, and William notices he's now almost entirely covered up. "We are not. I don't even have a dick anymore. However, we are dating."

"I always knew you were a queer." William hums. "Although you have a weird choice of partner, he does have brain damage."

"Wait, you knew? Wait fuck doesn't matter." Micheal groans. "We dated before he got brain damage, and he's a nurse now."

"Kind of late for that, Micheal." William crossed his arms.

Jeremy starts to cackle.

Henry snickers.

Micheal groans louder. "Shut up the both of you."

Jeremy takes a deep breath. "I'm actually a fully trained doctor, but the brain damage kept me from actually becoming a doctor. Anyway, we did meet before you became a skeleton in a furry wet dream. Micheal and I went to high school together. I was that transfer kid."

"Oh, I can recall that. Things really blured together between the things that have happened." William shifts, staring down at Jeremy. "Why did you call me furry? Most of the fabric on me is ruined and surely not soft."

"Don't you fucking dare!" Micheal huffs pulling Jeremy back who had started to laugh again. "This was a fucking terrible idea."

"Micheal David Afton, watch your language. I don't care how old you are." William huffs.

"Wait, your middle name is David?" Jeremy stops laughing staring at Micheal.

"Yes." Micheal rubs his temples. "That isn't important. This was a mistake. I'm going to turn off the stream."

Henry holds up his hand. "Could you wait, Micheal? I would like William to answer some questions, and I'm sure your audience would like to know why you haven't set him on fire."

Micheal frowns but nods. "O-ok but nothing inappropriate."

Henry nods. "Go inside, Micheal. I can handle this. I told you I'm handy with electronics." He waves his cane. "That means you too, Jeremy."

.......

William sat back down in the grass. "So what Micheal said was true, people are watching through that... uh phone?"

Henry nods, pushing a chair in front of William. "Yes, technology has come quite far since we were kids."

"Why aren't you mad at me? Why haven't you tried to destroy me? Henry, I ruined your life." William seems to sink deeper into himself.

"Well, for one, I don't think you killed Charlie. You hurt her, but she did tell me she was breathing after you stumbled away to throw up." Henry puts his cane to his side as he sits. "And two Micheal told me Clara drank herself to death, and we both know that woman never touched a drop of alcohol in her life."

......

Micheal stared at the chat that was blowing up. His viewer count nearly tripled in the past 10 minutes. "I know I'm not listening in, but what do you think they are talking about."

"I think Henry may have confessed to your father, I mean, what else could the chat mean by plot twist." Jeremy sips on his water.

"That would be nice. I don't want Uncle Henry to have any regrets." Micheal hums. "Now the chats repeating conspiracy over and over."

"Ooo, maybe they are laughing about the myths from fazebear entertainment. I know you both get heated over the weird conspiracy people make." Jeremy hums. "Oh, they went back to plot twist... and huh, a few are asking about your siblings."

"We haven't found them." Micheal sighs. "I want to see them to just apologize, and...." He stares at the computer. "What the fuck does.... I'm going out there."

.......

"As I was saying, I could build you a new body, but I don't know if you could latch on." Henry stops. "Oh Micheal, what's wrong?"

"What are you two doing? The chat is going crazy." Micheal runs his gloves hands through his hair.

"Ah, I forgot the stream was on." Henry chuckles. "Ah, I'm just asking your father if I could build him a new body."

"I would like to fit in doorways again." William hums. "Also, I wonder if that would make the pain stop. Micheal, are you in pain all the time?"

Micheal sighs and rubs his arm. "I get phantom sensations, but I mostly lost my sense of touch. You did say you were in pain, but you still feel the springlocks?"

"The pain hasn't stopped since it happened." William shrugs. "I've mostly gotten used to it, and I deserve it for the kids I hurt. That's probably why I thought I was in hell. I don't sleep either. Why did you mention something about it not being night?"

Henry clears his throat. "The other kids stuck in animontrics, they are only active at night. I can only speak to Charlie at night. Oh, right, I haven't told you Charlie's in the puppet, and that's in my basement."

"I would like to apologize, but I don't fit inside any doorframe in your home." Willaim taps against his metal frame. "I uh, well could I stay in your shed? Anything wet makes the pain worse, and I don't want to risk rain. The hose was bad enough."

"Explains the screaming." Micheal mumbles.

"Yeah, I don't use that old shed anymore. I've got my own workshop." Henry smiles. "I think you should turn off your stream, Micheal."

Micheal nods and collects his phone, turning off the livestream. "Are you alright?"

"I do feel better." Henry smiles. "I'm about to get an earful from my sister any moment, though."

"Didn't know Jennifer was still alive." William huffs.

"She is, and she will be visiting." Henry hums.

"Oh joy...." William sighs, and Micheal knew he would be rolling his eyes if he could.

......

William pauses and looks over to his son. He isn't used to seeing him older, let alone a corspe. He wasn't much better. He was a pile of bones stuck in a golden Bonnie costume. "Micheal?"

Micheal looks up from his laptop. "What is it?"

"What have I missed? Henry and I have talked after your video, but I still haven't talked to you." William shifts trying to make himself smaller in the cramped shed.

Micheal shuts his laptop. He turned his attention outside to the pouring rain. They were both stuck in the shed. He was protecting himself from mold, and his father was trying to avoid more pain. He felt awful that his father was in constant pain even if he was just bones. "I don't sleep anymore, and besides using my chest cavity as a pocket, nothing much has changed. I work for Uncle Henry, I got back with Jeremy, and I uh stuck to my skills with crafts and drawings. I apologize for throwing you into a live stream. It's become a way for me to process major events or emotions since I can't really see a therapist. Well, I can, but I don't want to bother Gareth."

"I didn't know Jennifer's son became a psychologist." William sighs it's like a raspy wheeze. "How do you cope with this? I don't feel as if I'm just bones. I still am in pain all the time, but I've gotten used to it. Can you still feel?"

Micheal shrugs. "Kind of? Everything is muted. Phantom sensations are the majority of what I feel, oddly however everything I use to fix myself will turn purple even if it's a different color. I don't know. I don't understand how I'm still around, but you are in the same position as I am. I honestly don't know how I can still talk so well. My tongue rotted off ages ago. This thing is a piece of leather I added texture to."

If William could make a face, he would make one of horror. "Micheal, I'm sorry. I don't know who wrote you that letter to go, but I'm sorry. You don't deserve to be wrapped up in this, and you don't deserve to be like this."

Micheal gives a hollow laugh. "I deserve this, I'm the reason Evan never grew up. I was supposed to protect him, and instead, I got him killed. I know I should stop blaming myself, but I can't help it. I know I was just 13, but still, he had a better chance at life than I ever did, and so did Lizzie. I haven't really accomplished anything, I'm just trying to set them free, and even then, I really suck at it."

William places a heavy hand on Micheal's shoulder. "Micheal, that's enough. It's not healthy for either of us to dwell on what could have been. I regret my actions heavily, and well, if I could, I would have chosen my first option, then the second. Suicide would beat this outcome. At least in hell I won't be cold."

Micheal frowns and pulls his knees to his chest after he puts his laptop to the side. "I know Lizzie was your favorite out of all of us, and Evan was a close second. I don't blame you for leaving when I was the only one left."

"You're wrong." William pauses and internally cringes hearing stitching snap from Micheal. "Does that hurt?"

"Not really, but Jeremy will be mad. He appointed himself to fix me. He really doesn't have to waste his time on me." Micheal sighs, hugging his knees. "Uncle Henry tries, but he's getting older and refuses to finally rest, and he can't handle to care for me. Neither of them will let me try to finally end it with fire. I don't know why I stay around. It's not like I'm good for anything but rotting."

William, without a word and knocking over shelves, picks up his son. He holds him against his large frame, hoping the rotted fabric is enough comfort.

....

"Mr. Emily said, "You both are still in here." Jeremy opens the shed door. "The storm ended hours ago. Well, it ended yesterday, but who's keeping track?" He stops staring at both pairs of glowing eyes. "I'll get your glue gun. Mr. Afton, you have to be careful. Micheal is quite fragile even if he doesn't feel it, which makes it more dangerous."

Micheal blinks and finally moves his laptop aside and sees bones poking out from his chest and legs. "Shit, I have to restitch that."

William adjusts himself that Micheal slides off of him. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Father, I told you I don't really feel anything anymore. However, this will need more than hot glue." Micheal stands up, and his bones in his leg seem to click back in place. "Huh, that's a new noise. Anyway, it's not important, I'll fix myself up, and you can help me make a video on the immortal and the restless. You have like 40 years to catch up on I only gave you the basics."

"Oh, ew, you still watch that soap opera." Jeremy raised his brow.

"Of course I do." Micheal huffs, trying to walk forward his knees go backward, and he falls on his face. "Ok I may of fucked myself up more then I thought."

"I'll get Mr. Emily." Jeremy sighs. "I would say that he shouldn't lift anything heavy, but he's got bigger muscles than my skull."

William helps pull Micheal back to his feet and waits until Jeremy has gotten out of earshot. "Micheal, how long have you've been falling apart?"

"I've been slacking, but it corrects itself after I put fishing wire in my bones. I just thought that since I have a lot of flesh left on my legs, I could wait. I'm wrong, which isn't surprising. My broken legs never healed from the scooping incident, and Ennard filling in my insides, obviously breaking bone to fit." Micheal sighs. "Don't tell Uncle Henry about earlier, please. He doesn't have to worry about me."

"As your father, you know I can't do that, but I suppose I can wait till you're inside with Jeremy."

"Fine." Micheal huffs.

"Also, we aren't done talking about your mental health." William pulls Micheal higher, and his legs dangle, which is impressive since he is 6ft 3 inches.

"Then you have to tell me what you talked about with Uncle Henry on my live stream." Micheal sighs.

"I can do that." William hums softly. "You're quite light."

"Father, I'm quite literally skin and bone." Micheal rolls his eyes even if nobody could tell.

.....

"Hey, I know it's been what like two months since my last video that I've been in." Micheal sighs his leathery purple rot seems to be smoother and more put together he still looks like a corpse, but it's better than before.

Micheal stands up, showing off his new robotic legs. "Uncle Henry and father had to build me new legs. My bones are still in there, but it's mostly mechanical now. Turns out the damage from ennard breaking my bones was way worse than I imagined, and it only took one tight hug to completely ruin them for good. I honestly wouldn't mind a wheelchair but Uncle Henry insisted, and to be honest, he is building an entire replica of me basically with synthetic flesh and everything. I can't exactly stop him, but I don't know if I'll take it. However, oddly enough, I can feel again in my legs, at least. It's really weird, but I'm not opposed to it, and Jeremy has been having run testing it out."

Micheal sits back down. "Soon, maybe you'll see me as I was when I was alive, probably. Uncle Henry is doing the same for my father, but they aren't a couple yet. I'll do another livestream soon to really get into the nitty gritty, but I didn't want to worry anyone on why I haven't been in videos. Also, I'm not dead in any way that truly matters."

A person clearing their voice is heard before Jeremy comes into view. "Ignore his depressive episode we're working on that. Besides, he can feel on his legs now, which is fun. I can't wait till..." He is cut off as the video is ended.

.......

Henry hums, retracting his measuring tape. "So you're actually supposed to be 6ft 6 inches, which is fine. I just have to adjust some measurements. Your spine got pretty compressed, and a few are pulverized, hence why you lost height."

"Can I get up now?" Micheal sighs, laying on the table.

"Not quite. My I haven't been this excited for a project since I built the puppet for Charlie." Henry hums. "How are the new legs treating you?"

"They're fine. I'm trying to get used to feeling things again, but it's alright. I'm happy my bones are still being used in a sense, even if it's just for my sanity. I should thank my father for the final push." Micheal smiles softly. "Promise you aren't listening to Jeremy about the other parts."

"Micheal, he's a medical professional." Henry sighs, helping Micheal turn to be on his back. "Also, just because I'm good with machines doesn't mean I'm good with biology. You have the right to feel normal even if you're not comfortable talking about the finer details."

Micheal frowns and looks away. "I know I just. Uncle Henry, you're like my second dad, and I don't think you would want to speak to your father about things like this."

Henry pauses, scratching his beard. "I wouldn't actually know about that. I never knew my father. Jen taught me the important stuff, and I filled in the blanks with experience."

"I.... fuck that explains a lot actually." Micheal sighs at his uncle's confused expression. "Never mind, but you should help my father first. I don't exactly understand how or why you both are back on best terms, but he's the one stuck in the spring lock suit and is in constant pain."

"He insited I help you first." Henry smiles. "You can sit up now. I actually wanted to start with Charlie, but she threw a tantrum when I suggested taking her out of the puppet. I tried to reason with her, but I made the puppet for her, and she likes to be tall."

Micheal chuckles. "Glad to know she hasn't changed much. She's as stubborn as I remember."

Henry smiles brightly. "I suppose she does get that from me, but still, I would like to spend time with her without the need of videos. Maybe I can just install a voice box." He hums. "No, I have to focus you first then, Charlie, since I don't know how to fix your father. Once you get a working body, you're going to help me dismantle that spring lock suit."

"Alright, I'm fine with that. I do have a request." Micheal hugs his chest. "Can you make my hair long?"

"Of course I can." Henry chuckles. "I remember how you had it as a teen."

....

"Henry, you should be asleep." William was crouched down in a corner of the shed staring at his old friend.

"I'm not tired." Henry says, yawning.

"Henry, you're one of the few of us who can still sleep. Don't waste it." William tilts his head as Henry approaches him. "What are you doing?"

"I have to test this." Henry peels the rotten fabric away and then starts to remove the plating, and finally, he unscrew the spring locks.

"Test what?" William's voice glitches and gives silent suddenly.

Henry holds his old friends skull in his hands as the suit falls back motionless. "Fascinating." He holds the skull up to his face. "I wonder if this will work." He gets out of the shed skull under his arm. "Now I apologize William, I can not hear you if you are coming with me, but you did want to talk to Charlie, and I won't have you wreck my home trying to get inside the basement. I took the liberty of setting up a camera and recording a video to review what is said. Don't worry, I won't let Micheal watch unless you ok it." He sighs as he heads inside and down the stairs. "Micheal's with Jeremy at the hospital helping out the kids. He's become sort of an icon for the kids, and he's helping today with the many who are getting prosthetic limbs. Ah, right, you don't know about the hospital stuff. You can ask Micheal about it when I put you back. Now Charlie, be nice to your uncle he's a skull at the moment, but he does want to talk to you. I'll be upstairs and please use the radio I gave you if you want to talk. I'm old, my darling, and I can't rush back and forth from the stairs as often as you like." He places the skull down next to the puppet box. "Goodnight, both of you."

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