#michael waves your michael afton

[bravevolunteer]

i want. to put him in the microwave

#michael waves your michael afton #have to document the sketch stage bc i never know if the final product will be as squishable #didn't intend to make it lowkey look like he's wearing smudged black eyeshadow but you know what he's rocking it #can't finish drawing have got to pause to just squish him in my mind #⁂ ･ﾟ: i was looking for a job‚ and then i found a job‚ and heaven knows i’m miserable now ➛ ooc #mun art

[vilsoo]

prize counter girl ☆ nine

➥ michael afton x camgirl!reader

you've been a camgirl for only a few months and everyone loves the content you post. when michael afton porn surfs to relieve his stress, he comes across your videos. the more he jerks off to your content, the more he's addicted. but it wasn't until, a few months later, he sees your familiar face as the new employee working at the prize counter.

chapter warnings. dom!reader, sub!michael, semi-public handjob, slight edging, so much sexual tension 🫣

notes. i hope yall enjoy this long awaited chapter 😏 i’m pretty sure this will make all the y/n simps worse LMFAO

pcg materlist • previous • chapter ten

Michael's cock has never throbbed so hard in his life.

He was close. So fucking close. Right at the peak, at the fucking brink of obtaining that orgasm he's been needing so bad it made his cock ache in pain. But after your sudden surprise, after realizing that very moment you were watching him the whole time in the dark... something suddenly switched in his brain.

That feeling of submission. An urge to just surrender himself to you. Succumbing to such a dangerous, yet alluring vivacity. Inclined to obeyyou, and only you; like holding him captive and chaining him up tight in the dark, making him quiver and gasp for every unobtainable breath of air. Ruin him, hurt him, mark him, corrupt him, just fucking use him for your entertainment and pleasure.

The next thing Michael knew, he could feel your breath against the side of his neck, sending a tingling sensation down his body it made his blood freeze. And that wicked, sultry gaze you gave him, like a predator eyeing their prey with burning desire... his inhibitions were already gone.

He was rendered docile to your tantalizing effect. His breathing grew heavier and the knots in stomach became contorted. At this very moment, he could no longer think for himself; he wanted to give you exactly what you asked for.

Michael inhaled sharply and clenched his aching cock tighter as you watched. Slowly, he stroked from the base and up to his tip that was drenched with his precum. "Right, I— I won't stop," he muttered under his shaky breath. "I won't."

A smirk of satisfaction stretches across your face as you watched him gradually fist his cock to a sufficing pace. The lewd sounds taking over the room, his whimpers and groans soaking into the air, and his heavy staccato breathing filling your ears; you were already getting off to this delectable moment. You had this urge to take your hand and gently caress him up from his face and down to his chest, feeling his heart pounding rapidly.

Michael turned his head towards you slightly, the tip of your noses faintly brushing against each other in the heat of the moment. His jaw was slackened and his brows were furrowed from the white-hot waves of sensation coursing in his body.

“Like— like this..?" he breathed out as he continues to jerk himself off, desperate and eager for your approval. "Is this good..?"

"Faster," you whispered into his ear, almost like a soft purr.

Lust speared through Michael at your salacious tone. Immediately he obeyed. With his grip tightened, he bucked his hips into his fist while increasing the pace to as you please, driving his breath to hitch and his groans to shamelessly grow louder.

"Good... You're doing so good," you praised, and Michael's body was sent into vibration.

Never has he been so turned on that he couldn't see straight. The supply closet was still dark with the rays of light creeping through the cracked door. He could feel it building, that taut electricity in his pelvis it made him clench his jaw. He wanted to come. He couldn't hold back anymore. He needed it so fuckingbadly.

"I'm— not gonna last. I'm gonna... I'm gonna—"

"You're gonna what?" you teased as your hand on his body roamed lower, down to his navel it made his hips studder.

"I'm gonna come," he whined out pathetically, nearly breathless. "Please, can I? I wanna—fuck— I'm so close, Y/N, please. Please make me come."

Michael's pleads were so adorable to you, it would be absolutely ruthless to deny his orgasm like that. There was just something so beautiful about a man pleading to you if he could cum; something so irresistible about a man begging and hearing the urgency with which he begs for permission to cum.

You could listen to that sound forever.

With your hand sliding down from his pelvis and onto his hard cock, he shivered as you wrapped your hands around it. So swollen, so wet, so sticky, so thick in your grasp. You can feel him throbbing and pulsing your hands it made you coo into his ears, trying to soothe him but also playfully torture him.

"Poor thing. So needy for me," you teased again, gently planting kisses on his neck and behind his ear. "Come for me, then. Make a mess all over yourself for me."

After hearing your words, pumping his cock faster, and squeezing him so tight in your hands, Michael felt like he was gonna fucking explode. He was shattered. There wasn't even enough time for him to register that he was actually living a dirty, forbidden fantasy of his; being given a handjob by you. Especially in such an unexpected time, in the last place where he would ever do this. But fuck, he couldn't resist.

Michael came so hard that spots flew behind his eyes.

His moans and whimpers trembled in his throat and sweat was trickling down his forehead; he was already a fucking mess. He had a tear-streaked face and glazed eyes, mouth hanging slack as his orgasm had crashed over him, pounding in his body like fireworks exploding. And god, there was so much cum milking out of him.

You lightly gasp in amusement watching him come so hard like that, furtively aroused and turned on by this. His drooling cum got all over your hands, dripping onto the floor. You stop fisting his cock but kept your hand wrapped around the base, still feeling it twitch and throb in your grip.

As Michael's rapid breathing slowed down, he tried to flutter his eyes open, still seeing spots in the corner of his eyes and his head feeling hazy. He was completely drunk by his own orgasm, which drove you to kiss him softly on the face for reassurance as he was catching his breath.

"Aw, you did so good for me, making a mess all over yourself like that," you praised again, smiling against his neck. "Let me clean this up for you."

It took awhile for it to register in Michael's brain since he lost his coherence for a few minutes. That was, until, he sees the way you slowly get down on your knees before him, never letting go of your grip on his cock, and opened your mouth.

Michael's breath hitched in surprise. He knew what you were trying to do, and god if that wasn't the hottest thing he's ever seen in his fucking life, but holy shit he wasn't prepared at all for this. You're trying to be gentle with him, but his hips jerked from the overstimulation.

"Wait, wait, wait— I'm still— I'm still sensitive, Y/N..."

"I know baby, I know..." you murmured fondly, your warm breath hitting against his dick that it made him shudder. "Just let me take care of you, okay?"

Michael hummed in response, instantly melting when you gazed up into his eyes, slowly gliding your tongue with his cum up from the base and onto his sensitive tip, kissing it ever so gently while sucking in his load. He's never been so dizzy with desire and his body has never felt so hot it felt like he had a fever. He knew that you were teasing him like this on purpose and he allowed it. Nothing mattered to him anymore at that very moment.

You watched the way Michael reacted as you were nearly finished cleaning up all his cum. The way his breath stutters, the way he groaned slightly, the way he throws his head back and sighs out of pleasure, and his cock erratically throbbing when you kept kissing his tip. Meanwhile, Michael had no idea if this situation was even real. He may have subtly pinched himself to see if he's dreaming, but this was no dream at all; you really jerked off your manager in a supply closet at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex.

Post-nut clarity sometimes left the poor man confused.

You finished cleaning him up, humming in satisfaction when you gently sucked his sensitive tip for the last time. Then, when you flickered your gaze back onto his, hypnotized by the heat in your eyes, the end of your lips curved to a wicked smirk.

"It was pleasure doing business with you... Mike Schmidt."

Michael watched in meek silence as you stood up on your feet and opened the door, letting more of the light enter the room and hit on his face. He blinked rapidly, squinting his eyes at how bright it was, like he was transcending back to reality. It felt like a wave of clarity hit him so abruptly and his coherence finally came back. And when your words thoroughly processed in his brain, panic suddenly thrashed in his chest.

Oh.

She knows.

She fucking knows.

She's been knowing this whole fucking time.

As if his body was high on adrenaline, Michael swiftly pulled his pants back up and rushed out the supply closet to find you. He panted heavily, running into the arcade and looking everywhere for you only to see you heading down the hallway where the exit doors lead to the parking lot.

"Y/N? Y/N, wait!" Michael yelled out loud as he ran down the hall.

You halted before you could push open the door and turned your head to see him standing right behind you, panting heavily. He noticed you smirking slightly, as if you enjoyed the chase, but also the trouble and scandal that he's about to be involved in.

"Look, I... I was going to eventually tell you, I swear," he attested. "I've never told anyone, not even my dad, and I don't plan on doing so. I just— I'm sorry for keeping this secret for so long. Especially as your manager, it all just feels wrong."

Giving him a chance to hear him out, you slowly turn your whole body around to face him as he ambled closer to you, staying silent.

"Look. Ever since you started working here and we started talking... I've been seeing you as just— you. Not as a camgirl, not as a sex worker. And I even started liking you, too— like, a lot. But there's just that... guilt of knowing what you really are and that's what has been holding me back."

Michael's gaze travels to the floor, feeling his chest tighten in culpability and uneasiness. "I didn't know how to come forward about it and I didn't know how to do it without any of us getting in trouble," he continued to confess. "But I'm just letting you know, I would never hold your side-gig against you. Never."

You inhaled deeply through your nose, hugging yourself from Michael's consolation. "We can just go on with our night and pretended this never happened," he continued. "But, really— I'm very sorry for hiding all of this from you."

It took a few moments, but you slowly ambled closer to him, arching your neck back to look into his eyes one last time. Michael noticed that same longing expression you had before, now subtly fading to a gentle, soft smile.

"Pretend this night never happened? Why would I wanna do that?" you say, slanting your head at him and giving him that look that you always give him; it made his skin crawl and his goosebumps to raise. Before he knew it, this whole consolation took a 360 degree turn that Michael never predicted.

"I appreciate you being honest with me, Michael," you beamed. "Sometimes I was in denial about it, but— the more we became closer, I started putting two and two together. It was painfully obvious now that I think about it, so I just kept teasing you and trying to get a rise out of you."

"Wait— so, you've known for awhile that I was Mike Schmidt...?"

"I did," you chuckled. "And you don't have to worry. I'm not really mad that you kept it from me. In fact, I respect you so much for not holding it against me. Which is why... I like you a lot, too, Michael."

An uncontrollable eruption detonates in his chest, like his lungs were squeezing in on him and his stomach becoming contorted from all the knots. He held his breath, his body flushed hotter, and his heart stammered. "You— you do?"

"Yes. I do," you breathed out, inching closer to his face with your lips almost touching his. "But there's also one thing I wanna know from you, though."

"Anything."

"How many times have you fucked yourself to me?"

Michael was caught off guard once again. Even though you're comfortable with each other, he couldn't help but feel bashful about the question. "Uh— you know. Only, like, a few times..."

You smirk at his blatant lie. "Aw, Michael. You and I both know that's not true."

Suddenly, something switched in him again. As if his underlying urge to take control over you this time was finally resurfacing. Knowing that you were riling him up on purpose for your pleasure, torturing him for so long that it's what lead to this very moment, jerking off earlier in a fucking closet; he wanted to get you back so bad.

"So what if I tell you, hm?" he teased, "All those times I got off to you playing with yourself for me... All the times I watched you orgasm multiple times on your streams..."

You find yourself biting your lip while walking backwards, your back hitting against the wall with Michael towering over you this time. And there goes that flame of burning desire scorching in your core. A tingling sensation blossoming at the base of your spine.

"You have no fucking idea... how long I've been fantasizing about fucking you every day and night until you can't think straight, Y/N."

Michael's hand slithers up from your neck and to your face, finally getting to caress you this time. Your hands are now all over him too, as if you fell right under his spell in lust. A rush of helplessness stirred in your stomach; there was something about the heated look in his eyes under this dully illuminated hallway that sinks in you deeply. His insistent mouth was parting your quivering lips, sending wild tremors within your nerves.

"Isn't that what you wanna hear from your top supporter?" he mutters into your ear. "Paying you just so I can fuck myself to you? So I can watch you please your audience, showing off that pretty fucking pussy into the camera..."

Your breathing was growing rapid this time when Michael's hands traveled to your waist, softly caressing your skin. If he were to have his hands near your inner thighs, he would immediately feel the heat, the arousal surging inside you. Oh, you were throbbing. You knew you were soaking as well. But holy shit, this side of Michael being in control and making you fall submissive this time has never turned you on so much...

"I've fucked myself to you for two months because I want you, Y/N," Michael professed, inching his head lower that his lips were just barely brushing yours. "I wanna take you out on dates, I wanna experience new things with you, I wanna play more arcade games with you, I just wanna be—"

Without thinking twice, you shut your eyes and clash your lips onto his, holding onto his jaw to pull him closer and keep him in place. He closes his eyes and kisses back slowly, pulling you by the hips and taking in each other's scent it drove you both dizzy. This time, it felt much more passionate compared to your first kiss in your car; it wasn't as sloppy or rough. You just kept clinging onto each other until the lack of air was making your lungs scream for oxygen. But nothing made you wanna separate from this heated moment.

"—yours," Michael suddenly continued as you both slowly pulled away from the kiss, staring at each other in farcical silence that you busted out laughing together.

You look into his softened eyes and smiled. "You already are."

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#prize counter girl #michael afton smut #michael afton x you #michael afton x reader #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf michael afton #fnaf micheal

[rotting-pulse]

“You’re gay..?”

synopsis: An evening binge of horror brings you and your best friend Michael closer than you thought, unlocking things you both had long shoved down, but perhaps opening a world of new possibilities.

tw: coming out, mentions of homophobia, underage drinking and sex jokes (scandalous i know)

a/n: tried to keep this as accurate to the time period as possible (late 80s) but i know Army of Darkness came out in the 90s. I don’t really care though and i don’t think y’all are expecting perfect details in your fnaf fanfiction.

fem aligned please dni, this is a mlm fic

The bell ringing snapped you out of your dream like state. Finally, the end of the day and the end of the week for that matter. Throwing your bag over your shoulder and pulling on the headphones connected to your walkman you made your way out of the school.

As you walked down the halls and out the front door you couldn’t help but notice the familiar sight of a curly haired boy at the entrance. He was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, then he saw you. He smiled and waved you over. You pulled down the headphones around your head, trying to hide the growing smile on your face. Michael Afton was friend of yours, just that though. No matter how much you two teased each other, at the end of the day you were just friends. Nothing more. 

His voice broke through the chatter of other students, looking over at you and asking, "Hey, you ready for that sleepover?"

Right. You were in such a rush to get home you’d nearly forgotten that you had invited him over. You chuckled though at his question. “Duh. I rented out Evil Dead and Army of Darkness already. Also my family’s gone all this weekend so we’ll have the house to ourselves… you’re free to come over whenever.”

Your parents had told you this morning that they needed to go meet up with some relatives out of town, collecting some documents or something, you weren’t exactly paying attention. They seemed fine with Michael still coming over however, at this point you two had known each other for so long that he was practically family. He always preferred coming over to your place too, he never elaborated too heavily on why but from what you knew his dad was a massive prick. You two had your system, and it worked. A perfect friendship…

His eyes seemed to light up at your words, excitement glittering in their soft blue hue. His kind smile grew even more, the freckled skin around his face crinkling at the strain. ‘God you need to stop staring at his face, you freak.’ The thought had weaseled it’s way in, echoing in your brain like a poltergeist whispering it in. Your gaze flickered to the ground as his smiled once more.

“Shit, that sounds awesome! I’ll swing by in a little bit, just need to grab some stuff from home. Anything I should bring?”

You thought for a moment and shook your head, trying to remain casual. “Nothing I can think of, I’m pretty sure I have everything there already.” 

Michael’s smile seemed permanently etched onto his face as he talked to you, beaming like the sun’s rays. "Alright then, I'll trust your judgment. See you soon." He winks before turning to walk away, his bag slung loosely over one shoulder. 

You sighed and walked in the opposite direction, pulling on your headphones again and focusing on the music as you start your walk home. Any time your mind would wander it would always lead back to Michael. You kept trying to shake it off but it clung to you like a plague that had no cure. You didn’t feel this way about any of your other friends, so why Michael? What made him so special that he seemed to be in your every waking thought? Why did it have to be a guy..?

Before you knew it you were at your doorstep and using the key tucked under the welcome mat to unlock the door and let yourself in. You kicked your boots off at the door and trudged you way inside, throwing your bag down in your room. Walking back out into the living room you sighed and tided up a bit, putting out some snacks and making things look presentable. You got so lost in your thoughts that barely noticed that the doorbell rang, quickly hopping up from your seat you went to open it, welcoming Michael into the house like you had done millions of times before. He took his shoes off and left them near yours by the doorway, going and making himself comfortable in the living room.

He crashed down onto the sofa looking around excitedly. "You've really got everything covered here. This is gonna be epic."

You chuckled and nodded in response, running into the kitchen and opening the fridge to reveal the six pack of beer you had stashed away earlier. Quickly returning back to the living room you hold it up, proudly beaming, “Also, look what I managed to snag us.”

Michael's eyes light up with excitement as he sees the beer. "Oh, you sneaky little devil. That's perfect!" He takes the beer from you and sets it down on the coffee table. "How’d you even manage to get this?" He smirks at you mischievously.

You open one of the bottles and take a large swig of it, sarcastically retorting. “I have my ways. Besides, something told me getting drunk while watching gorey zombie movies would be a great idea.”

He let out a small laugh, “Yeah well, it feels in line with all our other great ideas.”

“What, like when we went to the scrap yard and you decided you could totally just pick up a possum like it was nothing?” You shoot back, a teasing smile on your face as you put in the VHS and grab the remote.

He left out a mock gasp, playfully hitting your shoulder when you sat down on the couch next to him. “In my defense we were in middle school,” he jeered.

You rolled your eyes in response. “Even in middle school I knew not to grab a feral animal. You’re lucky you didn’t get rabies.”

He huffs and settles back on the couch, leaning comfortably against the armrest. "So tell me, have you ever seen Evil Dead before? It's a cult favorite for a reason."

“I’ve seen it more times than I can count. It’s one of my favorites, I mean Bruce Campbell does such a great job as Ash,” You respond. A strange, but familiar sensation creeps into you, a warmth spreading through you chest as he talks. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, leaning on the other end of the sofa. Something about seeing him so comfortable, the golden light of the sun set reflecting off his face… it made you feel flushed like you had never felt before. You lock your eyes on the TV, trying to hide your face behind your hair.

Michael chuckles softly as he listens to you speak. His laugh echos through your head as if you were trying to savor the sound of them. "I bet you're gonna love Army of Darkness. It's one of my personal favorites." He says with a hint of excitement in his voice.

You laugh a bit, taking another sip of the beer in your hand. “Oh yeah? What, the chainsaw hand turn you on or something?” You tease sarcastically.

Michael's cheeks flush red at your comment, but he doesn't let it show. Instead, he gives you an exaggerated wink and a cocky grin. "Well, now that you mention it..." 

You let out a noise of mock scandal, dramatically clutching onto your chest for dramatic effect. 

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly at your response. "I don't know why you're so surprised. After all, we are men, aren't we?"

You roll your eyes and shake your head at his sarcastic retort. “I guess I just don’t get it,” you laugh. You finish off the bottle of alcohol, before placing it on the coffee table and murmuring, “Then again, I don’t understand a lot of the stuff guys our age are into.”

Michael chuckles and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He looks at you intently, his eyes sparkling with interest. "What do you mean by that?" He asks, his tone seemingly full of genuine curiosity rather than mockery or ridicule.

I glance over at him, pulling my knees up to my chest and thinking out a response. Did you really want to tell him? Tell him that you’re different than everyone else in your friend group? Your voice felt caught in your throat as you spoke, it felt like letting poison into your body, like you were confessing to something wicked and truly evil. “I guess it’s just… I hear what you and the other guys talk about, like the girls at school and whatever. And I just don’t… feel the same way you do? I don’t know how to describe it, but… I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way.”

Michael’s eyes grow wide in surprise, and he seems taken aback by your honesty. He lets out a small laugh and shakes his head, smiling warmly at you. God that smile, it could seem to solve any problems you had. Making you feel instantly at ease, like it was magic or something.

"Well, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he says with a slight chuckle. Then he sighs and leans back against the couch, looking thoughtful. "But I think you're being too hard on yourself. I think everyone feels that way sometimes."

You shake your head and follow his lead by leaning back, staring up at the ceiling. “Don’t worry, you’ve never made me uncomfortable…” Far from it, it seemed as if he was the only friend you could really be yourself around, not have to worry how other will perceive you. When it was just the two of you, it felt like you were in your own little world where the only thing that mattered was the other person there with you. “It’s… It’s nice getting this off my chest. Cause like, I’m sure I’ll feel that way someday, but with my past girlfriends and whatnot, I just… haven’t felt it. I haven’t felt that spark… not with a girl…” The last part seemed to fall out of your mouth against your will. Your brain seemed to hear those words and go into overdrive, chastising you for letting that be spoken, demeaning you for not keeping that locked away like you had this entire time.

Michael's brow furrows in confusion, his expression growing more serious. He stares at you for a moment before speaking. "Wait, you've never been attracted to a girl? Or you've never had any romantic feelings towards a girl?" He asks, his tone sounding more concerned than anything else.

It felt as if a light went off in your brain, everything clicking into place as it dawned on you. The sinking feeling of dread attacking next as all you can do in answer, “…Both. I’ve never been attracted to girls, nor have I been interested in them romantically…”

Michael’s jaw drops open slightly, his eyes widening in shock. He sits up straight, his mouth forming a perfect ‘O.’ He stares at you for several moments before speaking, his voice filled with disbelief. "Wow. Really?"

“Michael…” you pause, trying to formulate the sentence in your head. “I think… the way I’m supposed to feel about girls, is how I feel about guys,” you implied, hoping he’d get the message you were trying to convey.

Michael’s eyes widen further still, and he looks absolutely stunned. He takes a few deep breaths, and then speaks in a quiet, shaky voice. "Are you… gay?" He asks hesitantly, looking at you expectantly, waiting for your answer. His voice sounds incredibly unsure of himself, and he looks extremely nervously.

You can’t meet his gaze, to nervous to see the way he’s looking at you. You didn’t want to say the word, you didn’t know if you could say the word. Your whole body seems to tremble as you nod a bit, your voice shaking as you whisper out, “Y-Yeah… I think I am…”

Michael’s eyes go wide once more, and he looks completely floored. He stares at you for a while longer, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He seems unable to believe what he’s hearing, and he keeps repeating, “You’re gay?!” over and over again.

It feels as if suddenly the implications of what you said came crashing down around you. You grab onto his shoulders, finally meeting his gaze as you plea, “Y-You can’t tell anyone. The whole school already think I’m a queer, I don’t need their suspicions getting confirmed. And with the way this town is, the way my parents are… if anyone else knows I’m as good as dead…”

Michael’s eyes widen even further, and he looks absolutely horrified. He quickly stands up from the couch, and pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you close to his chest. He whispers into your ear, “It’s okay. Nobody will find out. Not from me, not from anyone.”

You sigh a bit, feeling his arms wrap around. The tension melting away with each deep breath you took until you could finally manage to whisper out, “…thanks.”

Michael holds you close, his hands running through your hair and rubbing your back. He lets out a small laugh, and he begins to rock you back and forth slowly. He hums quietly, a small smile playing across his lips. He leans down, kissing the top of your head. He looks over at you, and his smile grows wider. "You're welcome."

Your brains feels as if it freezes from the sudden intimacy of the moment. You think for a moment, your gaze flickering down to the floor before looking back at him. Was this really how friends responded to situations like this? By holding each other like the were an old married couple?

You hesitantly reach a hand up to brush some of his hair out of his face, stealing a glance at his lips only to look back up at him. He looked heavenly in this light, his soft, sky blue eyes were warm, but hiding something behind them. He was always good at masking what he was thinking, you could guess as to why…

Michael blinks a few times, and he stares back at you with a smile. His eyes widen when you touch his hickory colored hair, and he lets out a soft laugh. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of your fingers in his hair. When you look back up at him, he opens his eyes, and they twinkle with mirth. He leans closer, and he presses his lips to yours. He pulls back after a few seconds, and he looks at you with a grin. He runs his thumb along your cheek, and he speaks in a low voice. "You're amazing."

You pause, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being entirely wrapped up in him. It felt as though that little world the two of you had was shrinking in, pushing you together. You slowly raise your both of your hands to grab onto the sides of his face, pulling him in gently for another kiss. It’s a little hesitant but still filled with so much emotion, only breaking away when the lack of oxygen gets to you. If it had been up to you, the two of you would’ve stood there, kissing for an eternity. But as you pull back, gazing up at him, you can’t help but mutter, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that…”

Michael smiles widely, and he reaches up to cup your face in both of his hands. He leans forward, and he presses his lips to yours once more. He breaks away after a minute or two, and he looks up at you with a soft smile. He runs his hand through your hair again, and he speaks in a low voice. "I think I might love you."

“I…” you hold back a chuckle, leaning into his touch with a warm smile, “I think I might love you too…”

#michael afton #micheal afton #michael afton x reader #micheal afton x reader #micheal afton x male reader #michael afton x male reader #michael afton x you #micheal afton x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf x male reader #fnaf x you

[charlottecutepie]

☥ Bunny meat (William Afton x fem!reader x Michael Afton)

Summary: He was a likeable middle-aged man who had wonderful children, his dream job and a beautiful wife. He never blamed himself for his own actions, or to be more exact, he never thought about their consequences.

author notes: we are finally getting closer to smut <333

tags: darkfic, unhealthy relationship, angst, smut with plot, p in v, dubcon, oral sex, rough and gentle sex, daddy kink, blood play, knife play, fear play, hurt/comfort, violence, gore/murders, child abuse, follows fnaf lore, moral and physical abuse, virginity kink, anxiety disorder, age gap, daddy issues, unreliable narrator, hallucinations, hidden pairing, William is sick, psychopathy, unhealthy narcissism

Chapter 5

Chapter 4. Date

Michael froze. Elizabeth rushed towards her father. He looked at her sternly, nodding. Girl obediently got into the car. She knew that if her father talked in that tone and looked at her with that look, then she just had to keep quiet and do what he wanted.

“Dad, i—”

“Get in the car, now.”

Mike quickly went to the car, not even looking at you. You were at a loss what to do. The situation is terribly awkward. You haven’t even thought that Michael lied to his father for the sake of hanging out with you.

“Honey, get in the car, it's cold outside. I'll give you a ride home.” Afton’s face immediately changed, he putted on a wide friendly smile. You couldn't find words, so you packed up the rest of your things and just got in the car, at the same damn front seat. Afton's kids were sitting in the back, none of them wanted to sit next to their pissed father.

William started the engine and the car moved off. The cold didn’t recede, and you already regretted that you wore only a light t-shirt and shorts.

Michael was looking at the floor the whole time, nervously playing with the zipper on his backpack. He knew what was waiting for him. He knew what he was doing, but his stupid habit of not listening to his father's orders always played a cruel joke on him. He was most afraid for you and Elizabeth, because it was him who got you into this situation after all.

“We'll deal with you at home, Michael,” man behind the wheel said seriously. Michael looked up at the mirror in the car, meeting his father's angry gaze. “you’re grown-up guy, but framed yourself and your girl friend.”

You swallowed nervously, feeling uneasy. Is Afton really that cruel? Yes, he sometimes scared you in childhood, but he never showed any hint of aggression towards you or his children, at least in front of you. When you arrived at your house, you wanted to look at Michael, but he was sitting pressed into the car seat, so you hurried out.

Elizabeth waved goodbye to you, you smiled and said goodbye to her in return.

…

A few days passed after that incident, but you still felt uncomfortable, you felt kind of guilty in front of Mike, and this guilt was eating you up from the inside, forcing you to come up with terrible scenarios in your head. What happened when Michael got home? No, William can't be that cruel.

Unfortunately, Michael started avoiding you, as if he was afraid that someone would see you next to him. When you met on the street, he tried to hurry past with his head down, like a frightened puppy. But Mr. Afton began to visit you every day, every morning he stopped by and brought food to the house: eggs, milk, meat, vegetables. Once he even gave your mom a few hundred dollars so she could buy something for herself, from his words. Sometimes Elizabeth was with him, she couldn't get enough of your company. She kept asking you to play with her in backyard, not that you'd mind, but you couldn't get Michael's behavior out of your head.

On another summer day, you spent time with Elizabeth as always, she showed you her drawings. One of them had an animatronic, although all her drawings consisted only of these robots, but this one impressed you. It was robot girl in a bright red dress and two red ponytails.

“Daddy said he's going to make me one like her soon!” girl exclaimed, looking at your reaction. You looked at the drawing in detail.

“Lizzie, that’s really… great!” you patted her on the head, giving her back her drawing.

“Elizabeth, it's time to go home.” William came up to you. She nodded obediently and headed for the car. “wait for me there, honey.” He said kindly. Still, the way he treated his daughter left you hoping that nothing terrible happened to Michael that day. “Y/n, I have a question for you…“ he began, sitting down next to you on a bench in the yard.

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Sorry?” your heart started beating at a furious rate, breathing became faster. You looked at his face, which expressed absolute calm. Your body tensed. Damn, when are you going to stop reacting like that? You must do something about your anxiety.

“I asked if you wanted to go on a date with me, honey.” William repeated.

“B-but you…” you didn't know what words to answer. He's a married man, what will Mrs. Afton think? And what will your whole small town think when they see you two together in some restaurant? “I don't quite understand you…”

“You don't have to worry about such things, bunny.” Afton said stiffly, as if reading your mind. “What do you say?”

You understood that you couldn't refuse. You didn’t knew how to. He was always there for you as if he knew when you were feeling bad and anxious. And how he calmed you down at the cemetery? And how he protected you from your drunken dad when you were little? And when he helped your mom with money and groceries? And in the end, when he gave you an unforgettable birthday in his pizzeria without demanding anything in return? You thought it would be just not right to refuse here.

At some point, he replaced your father. And you was grateful.

“I agree, William.” it was the first time his name came out of your mouth. William’s impassive face immediately changed to delight.

“Good girl,” he caressed your hair. “Ill pick you up tomorrow at 7.”

…

Her doe eyes symbolizing childlike innocence, purity. Such soft lips that he wants to kiss forever. Weak, frail hands. She's so pretty, so defenseless, like a child. William, what is wrong with you? He wants to kiss her, embrace her in his arms tightly, bite her, he want to bury his face in her soft hair, inhale the sweet scent of perfume mixed with shampoo. She's all playful, flirtatious. All for him. His porcelain doll. His little angelic creature. His girl. His fucking girl. His dream.

“Daddy,” she stands in front of him in a skirt and a snow-white blouse, seductively playing with the buttons on it. “What do you want? Tell me.” her voice echoed in his head.

“I want you.” the only thing William could say. “Fuck…”

That's fucking crazy.

His pants are tight as hell, his cock is about to explode, but she doesn't seem to be going to do anything about it. She brings her finger to her mouth, sucking it, then runs it along the jaw line, going lower and lower, drawing a line around her breasts. William has completely lost track of time, who he is, where he is, why, so many questions, no answers, and no answers are needed, all he wants is a continuation of this show. In an instant, the torn shirt flies to hell, and she, as little devil approaches him, sitting on his lap.

“William,” her whisper making the blood boil. “Take me…” her playful fingers run over his hot body.

He's about to suffocate from this unrestrained passion.

Williams’s eyes shoot open and he leaned on his elbows. He was breathing heavily, trying to figure out what just happened. His own wife was sleeping next to him.

…

Afton didn’t lie, he came to pick you up at exactly 7, even a little earlier. Oh, how it cheered him up to see you in the dress he gave you for your birthday. He chose it carefully and for a long time, as well as the necklace for it. William couldn't take his eyes off you the whole way, which didn't go unnoticed by you.

Your date started at a restaurant that he personally picked up. The place was so luxurious, all those tables for two with a white tablecloth, live music and an incredibly intimate atmosphere. All of this made you feel new, completely unknown feelings, but you liked them.

William ordered the two of you a fish fillet with a vegetable side dish, which he asked the best chef of the establishment to cook, because “my girl has the best of everything.”

Still, the growing feeling that someone of neighbors might see you never left, making you nervous again.

“Y/n, don’t worry," William said, cutting the fish in half. “Think of this date as… a continuation of your birthday.”

The waiter came up to you as soon as you finished eating, but dinner wasn't over for you here, William asked for dessert. Oh, yes, he knew you were a big fan of sweets. Even as a child, when you were visiting his family, your little hands were always reaching for the table with candies, because there was never anything at home.

“What do you think, Princess?” gently, lovingly, he asks, studying your expression. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. There was an ice cream in front of you: chocolate, creme brulee and vanilla, all three ice cream balls were covered with caramel. Afton knew your preferences perfectly well.

“That's wonderful, thank you!” like a hungry kitten, you started eating dessert. Your thoughts receded into the background at once, now you were most focused on the taste, it is so cloying, sweet, tender, as you liked. Under all this ecstasy, you didn't even notice William's gaze piercing you. Holding his breath, he watched your actions. You were so happy, so beautiful, so… desirable. Begging to be ruined. And when you licked the rest of the ice cream off your lips, he forgot how to breathe. You're the little devil that drives him crazy.

When dinner was over, William paid the bill for the two of you, leaving a tip for the waiter.

You were standing on the street, not far from his car. Despite the evening, this time the temperature didnt drop like back then, it was very warm. Yes, apparently, this summer will be remembered by you as the hottest of all time. William was talking to someone on the old phone, probably Henry, while you stood there and obediently waited, thinking about dinner tonight. There was no point in hiding it, you liked everything. Yes, there were terrible thoughts in your head that this whole romantic setting was not suitable for a girl who just turned 18 and a man who was already 50, but nothing terrible happened, did it? That date, in your head, was just a substitute for the words “thank you” for everything he did for you.

“Princess,” you didn't even notice when he finished talking on the phone. He turned to you, "I hope I satisfied your childish whims?" He smiled. You were right, William was normal and wasnt going to go any further, you can exhale. He just sees you as a child, like his other daughter… right?

“Of course, Daddy!” you giggled, joking. William however wasn't laughing, he fell into a stupor, what did you just call him? He got speechless. That picture immediately popped into his head, that image of you that has been tormenting him for weeks, months, years. Afton raised an eyebrow, laughing nervously back at you.

“Everything for my girl, let's go to the car.”

This time, the back seats weren't occupied, but because of the state of euphoria and delight, you decided that you could at your favorite damn front seat of this purple car. William got in next to you, but he wasn't going to start the car. He couldn’t get out of his head what you called him a few minutes ago. A joke, huh? Everything is burning inside, a wild, crazy feeling gripped his brain. Whole situation got worse when your dress strap fell off your shoulder, in his head it was like a sign to act.

With a light movement, touching your skin, he tucked strand of hair behind your ear and adjusted the dress strap. His touch caused pleasant shivers that spread all over your body. Heart stopped. His hands gently stroked your neck and shoulders with careful movements. Such a… strange, inexplicable feeling. It seems that you want to continue, but something in your head screams "enough, it’s enough", is this probably the remnants of common sense? Hundreds, no, thousands of butterflies in your stomach, the feeling that you are about to melt, like this ice cream. A pleasant shiver through your body from his touches. You stared into his gray-blue eyes, fascinated, with your mouth slightly open, as if begging him to kiss you.

“You… fuck, you're driving me crazy.” Afton hissed in your ear, from the wave of all these new sensations, you couldn't even answer him. His breath burned your skin. “Let's go to my place.”

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[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

Getting To Know You

michael afton x fem!reader

oneshot

fandom: fnaf

Context: Y/n was quite the ‘Michael Afton Observer’ and she has come to the conclusion that he’s a strange one until she started to get to know him

A/n: I did a poll and Michael won said poll. Also semi following the lore bc I’m nothing but faithful to my source material. Hope you enjoy!

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Fall 1982

You found the boy known to you as Michael Afton none other than odd. You honestly didn’t know why. Sure you have never talked to him personal, you just observed him from a far. He had a small group of friends though he seemed to be popular, yet he was much more of a loner most of the time. How do know that? Well, the two of you have many class together, where he’s mostly doodling in his notebook more than anything.

You’d look up from your notes you were taking in English and glance in his direction every so often and he’s always drawing something in there. You were curious yet you never had the courage or the opportunity to ask him. It’s not that you were shy or anything, you’ve just seen how he and his friends treat your other peers. Not getting opportunity to ask while in class is because Michael is always quick to leave as soon as the bell rings.

But today, you were determined. Your curiosity was getting the best of you and Michael well he just fascinated you. You walked into your English class earlier then you usually did and there you saw him, Michael, doodling his notebook. Hearing you walk into the classroom, he looked up from his notebook and looked at you.

“Um, hi.” You awkwardly waved at him.

Michael’s blue eyes scanned you, he knows you’re one of his classmates he just forgot your name. “Hey.” He said and repeated your wave gesture.

‘Progress!’ You thought as you made your way to your seat.

Michael watched you, his eyes trained on your every move until you plopped down in the desk next to him. Were you seriously always next to him? How come he never noticed? Maybe he was to busy trying to escape the world and ignore the teacher that he just never knew.

Michael shifted his eyes from you and back to his notebook and went back to the sketch he was working on. His attention to the sketch was cut short when you piped up.

“What are you always drawing in there?” You asked him.

He looked at you and scoffed at your question. “None of your business.” He said.

This time when he spoke, you noticed his British accent. It caught you a bit of guard more so than his rude tone.

“I’m just curious,” You said back. “I noticed you draw all time in class.”

Michael took notice of your words. “You watch me?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“No! I was observing!” You exclaimed.

“So, watching?” Michael replied.

“No!” You whined.

Michael chuckled at this. “You’re such a weirdo. I’m Michael.” He said.

“I know. I’m Y/n.” You said casually.

“You already know my name?” He asked.

“Yeah, why? Are you going to say I’m stalking you? Cause I’m not! We have several classes together you just don’t notice.” You said.

“Oh…” He trailed. This was news to him but to be honest, Michael knew he was loner without his group of friends and he doesn’t talk with other people unless he has to otherwise he keeps to himself. Yet you decided to talk to him, maybe he can make a new friend.

Winter 1982

“Michael!”

Michael turned around after hearing his name being called. He saw you, bundled up in your puffy winter coat that looked a little too big on you. A small smile appeared on his face when he saw you. The two of you have become close in the last three months you started talking. He found he liked hanging around you more than his other friends yet you never mentioned you to them.

“Y/n, hey,” He waved as he met you halfway in the hallway. “That coat looks like it’ll swallow you whole.” Michael chuckled at his comment.

“Haha,” You rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled. “It was a hand-me-down from my brother that’s why I can practically swim in this.”

“You have a brother?” Michael asked. This is the first time you mentioned family members to him so he was taking his chances with asking you about about your brother.

“Yeah. He’s away at college. He calls the house every so often so I hear from him frequently. He’s coming home for Christmas though. My mom is very excited about it.” You said.

“Really? Are you excited to see him?” Michael asked.

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, of course I am,” You said. “Hey, Mike?”

‘Mike? That’s new.’ Michael thought to himself. He never heard you use nicknames maybe it’s a sign that the two of you are close. He liked the nickname you gave him.

“Yeah?” He answered.

“Do you have any siblings?” You asked.

“Oh yeah. I’m the oldest and I have a younger sister and brother.” Michael said.

“That sounds like a full house.” You said.

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, it isn’t really.” He said.

“Oh come on, being a big brother has to be fun.” You said.

Michael frowned as he scrunched his face up at you. Are you serious? Well, he can’t really blame you for saying that since you are the younger sibling between you and your brother. But the look on his face didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“What’s that face for?” You asked him.

“Nothing, just… being the older sibling is not fun.” Michael said.

“For you maybe, my brother and I have good relationships.” You grinned proudly with your hands on you hips.

Michael rolled his eyes at you. “Let’s get to class, Y/n.” He said, ruffling your hair.

“Fine. You remembered to do the homework, right?” You asked him as the two of walked to English together.

“We had homework?!”

“Michael!”

Spring 1983

Time passed and the season changed. As well as yours and Michael’s friendship. To the point that you have been begging him for him to let you go over to his place. Mainly because A). He’s been over to your house and met your parents and B). You wanted to the same. You wanted to meet your best friend’s family but he’s been denying your request and coming up with bullshit excuses.

“Come on, Michael please!” You begged him.

The two of you are hanging out by his locker, it was the end of the day and you weren’t taking “no” for an answer.

“No. How many times do I have to say it.” He said.

“You’re being unfair,” You exclaimed. “Why can’t I come over, Mike?”

“Because I don’t want you too.” Michael said.

“That’s not a reason,” You frowned, crossing your arms. “Tell me! Why can’t I come over?” You asked again.

Michael went completely silent, honestly he didn’t have a reason, well not a good reason. It’s just, his feelings towards have changed in the last couple of months. He feels a lot more tense around you, not that he’s uncomfortable but that he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you and at home, it’s his downtime, Michael is still a bit secretive about things and you respect that.

Though he’s been dodging this question since you started asking two weeks prior. Maybe he should just give in at this point, he doesn’t want you to be mad at him. Honestly, he doesn’t want to argue with you about something so petty.

Michael sighed, combing his hand through his hair. “I don’t have a reason why, y/n.” He said, he sounded a bit defeated.

This perked you up. “Really?” You answered.

He nodded his head as he looked off to the side away from your gaze.

“Soooo, I can come over?” You asked.

Michael shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” He said.

“Yes! Thank you! I’ll see you this Saturday, Mikey! Don’t forget!” You exclaimed.

His face flushed pink at the nickname. ‘Wha?! Mikey?!’ He thought. Did you really just call him that with no hesitation.

“Y-Yeah, yeah. See you Saturday.” He muttered out.

“Great! Well I have to get home! See you then, Mikey!” You waved to him as you walked away from his locker and headed down the hallway.

There it was again. You called him Mikey again. Nobody calls him Mikey other than his younger siblings even his own mother. It made him feel strange, his heart skipped a bit. God, he’s fallen hard for you. You were just something, kind yet stubborn, tough yet gentle, smart and willing to ask questions. He thought he just admired you but no. His heart skips a bit when you’re around, whenever you smile or when he makes you laugh with a dumb joke he said.

He felt like he doesn’t deserve you yet that’s for you to decide.

Summer 1983

Once summer rolled around, Michael couldn't be more than happy. He never liked school that much more so going to class though he has to say that school this year wasn't so bad with you around. You make going to class less of a drag to him. But, sure had his other friends and you had yours, Michael felt that his friendship with you was more special in his eyes. Yet that comes down to his recently found feelings for you.

He's gone to your house and you've have gone to his. You've met each other's families. You hang out at the mall just the two of you, you beat him at video games at the local arcade. He wanted more. He wanted to tell you how he felt. But at the back of his brain he had 'what ifs', he had doubts. Would you feel the same?

He remembered when he first got his driver's license a month before, he remembered telling you, the smile on your face as you congratulating him with a big hug, telling him that you were excited to not walk everywhere, he laughed at you comment. He had recently got a car from his father (of all people) for his good grades (thanks to you of course). Holy shit, this was definitely his chance.

Grabbing his keys from his dresser, walking out of his room and downstairs with his backpack slung over his shoulder. Michael passed his mother who was in the kitchen with Elizabeth.

Elizabeth caught notice of her older brother as a glint of curiosity shimmered in her eyes as she watched him walk passed. She ran to the empty doorway of the kitchen and stopped him.

“Mikey? Where are you going?” She asked.

Michael ignored her when he yelled to his mother that he was going out as his mother said okay back. He looked to Elizabeth and said. “None of your business, shorty.”

Elizabeth brushed off her older brother’s comment. “It’s N/n, isn’t it?” She asked with a sly smirk on her face.

Michael’s face flushed. “N-No, No it’s not. You’re imagining things I’ll be back for dinner.”

Elizabeth laughed waving to him as he left. “Bye, Mikey!”

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You heard the sound of a car horn outside of your house. You were slightly confused as you sat up from your bed. You walked over to your window, pulling back your curtains and that’s when you saw Michael, waving up at you leaning against his car. Your eyes widened as you waved back. You gestured to him that you’ll be down in a minute.

Grabbing a bag, you rushed down the stairs passing your parents in the living room, telling them that you’ll be out with Michael. With them telling you to be back before dinner.

Making your way outside and towards Michael with a smile on your face. He smirked as he leaned off his car and looked at you.

“Damn, Mikey. When did you get this?” You asked him looking at his car in awe. It was so shiny!

He smirked at your question. “Well, my father gave it to me a week ago.” He said.

You were surprised. “Bullshit!” You exclaimed with a smile.

“Bull-true!” Michael exclaimed back.

“Damn… no offense, Mike but your dad is… standoffish and prickly. Yet he gave you a car and a brand new one at that.” You said.

Michael chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck out of nervousness. “True, but he said it was proud of me with school this year so I deserved it.” He said.

“And who helped with that?” You asked with a smirk as you reached up to ruffle his hair.

Michael laughed as he tried to swat your hands away from his hair. “You did, you did! And thank you, N/n.”

You smiled proudly as you took your hands away. “So, what’s the plan today, my good sir?” You teased.

Michael rolled his eyes at you. “I though I could take you on a drive and maybe stop for ice cream, m’lady.” He said playing along with you.

“Sounds perfect, Mike.” You said with a smile.

Michael smiled back at you as he opened the passenger door for you. You thanked him as you hopped into the seat.

‘This is going well so far.’ Michael thought to himself. He had plan, he hoped when you spilled his feelings to you you’d feel the same.

After driving around, talking and getting ice cream, Michael drove to your hangout spot. You showed Michael this spot back in the spring just for peace and quiet. A hill in a grassy area not to far from the neighborhood. It was nice, Michael and you sometimes talked but most of the time you two just sit in a comfortable silence enjoying each other’s company.

That’s what you did this time but Michael was a bit more tense than usual and you took notice of this. You frowned as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“You okay, Mike?” You asked him.

Your voice made the boy in question jump a bit startled as he whipped his head around to look at you.

“Y-Yeah,” He replied nervously. “I’m fine.”

You scowled at him. “No you’re not. You seem a bit tense and a wee bit nervous.” You replied.

Damn you’re good but he knew how observant you are. He hates you for it but he’s grateful for it too. Whenever you ask if he’s okay, he’s always willing to opening up and talk. Yet not this time.

He sighed. “You don’t say.” He replied.

“That’s all I get? Come on, Mike. What’s going on?” You asked.

“I, well, I… jeez, this is harder than I thought it would be…” He said in a low tone.

“What?” You said you were confused. He was never this tight lipped before.

“Mike, I don’t understand.” You said to him.

“Close your eyes.” He blurted out.

“Huh? Why do I have to close my eyes?” You asked in a confused tone.

“Just do it, please?” He asked with pleading eyes.

You couldn’t say no, you trusted Michael.

“Okay.” You said as you closed your eyes.

As soon as you shut your eyes, you felt something warm press against your lips. You scowled a bit in confusion as you opened your eyes. Your eyes widened in shock. Michael was kissing you gently on the lips. You didn’t know what to do but you kissed back leaning towards him. You’re finger tips brush the top of his hand as you placed your hand on top of his. Michael pulled away and he looked at you and smiled a bit.

“I really like you, Y/n. I feel that I can be myself around you. That’s why I love you, you’re everything a guy would want. You’re kind but stubborn, gentle but tough. I like that about you.” Michael said.

You blushed at his words. “I don’t know what to say. But, I’ve found that I’m very happy that you feeling the same as I do.” You said.

“Wait. You’re not messing with me are you?” Michael asked, he gripped onto you hand, squeezing it a bit.

“No, not this time. I’m being serious. I grew a crush on you even before I talk to for the first time.” You said, you chuckled a bit in embarrassment.

“What?! How come you never said anything? And how did I not notice?” Michael asked face-palming himself.

“Well, I guess I can hide my feelings pretty well. Or you’re just clueless.” You said teasing with your last comment.

“Okay, now you’re being a tease.” Michael replied with a smirk.

“Hey, I thought you loved me.” You said.

“I do love you.” Michael said.

“Good.” You said back.

Summer time love. Something that doesn’t last forever. Before his younger brother’s birthday party, you moved away, saying goodbye to the boy you loved.

20xx

Moving back to Hurricane. You thought you’d never see the day, though you had hopes that you’d return. It was your one goal once you became an adult. Mostly having the hope that you’d see the boy that had your heart and occupied your mind since you moved. Michael Afton. You had other boyfriends in your teen years and college years though they never compared to Mike.

Your neighbors were quiet friendly when you moved into your new house. They told you about your neighbor that lived next door to you. Said he worked the night shift at his job. Gee, that must suck. Though you have taken an interest in this next door neighbor of yours.

It took you a few days to get the guts to go over and introduce yourself but to say who it was, stunned you to your core.

Knocking at the door to his house, you heard a faint yell of a “coming” from behind the front door. You waited, slightly nervous as you rocked on the balls of your feet. You jumped a bit when the door opened and revealed a young man your age and he looked oddly familiar.

His blue eyes shifted to you, he had slight bags underneath his eyes must become of his night shift job. Your eyes widened and you gasped a bit.

“Mike?”

The young man widened his eyes too as you said his name. When he looked at you, he knew there was something familiar about you. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself.

“Y/n?”

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[kining-the-evil]

Stu or William Afton trying to be normal for Christmas, but they just can't help gloating about their wealth

Warnings: none really. A little suggestive at the end

An: I’m accepting Christmas Drabble requests for the next 4 hours

“Here you are beautiful.” Stu jumped over the couch, landing next to you with a small gift bag in his hands. You had snuck away from your family for a bit to spend time with Stu on Christmas Eve. You hated that he was alone, but your boyfriend had refused to come over to yours for Christmas. Stu claimed to enjoy the time alone and that Billy tended to show up at some point anyways.

“And for you.” You handed over the wrapped box you had for him while taking the bag. “In three?”

“One,” Stu started.

“Two,” you added.

“Three!” You both said at the same time before opening the gifts.

You pulled the paper out of the bag along with a thin box. You let out a small gasp as you opened the box, finding a necklace. It was an 8 pointed star that looked to be silver with a shining black diamond in the middle. You should be grateful for something like this, any girl would be ecstatic to receive something so nice, but your heart sank when you saw it.

You glanced up at Stu, seeing him staring at you. “What do you think?” He sounded excited, but you couldn’t match his energy.

“I… I thought we were sticking with $20.” Stu just waved that off.

“I knew you’d like it, I didn’t even look at the price.”

His words caused the pit in your stomach to feel heavier. And a glance to the side made a lump in your throat grow. You had bought Stu a Michael Myers art print, it wasn’t super expensive, but you had thought it was pretty and that Stu would like it. Instead, it was thrown to the side, half the wrapping paper still on it.

“Baby, are you okay?” Stu’s words made you realize how close you were to tears, and suddenly you couldn’t hold it in, letting out a small sob. “Hey….don't cry, baby,” Stu scooped you into his arms.

“You hate it!” You sobbed into his chest, fisting his shirt slightly.

“What are you talking about? I hate what, baby?”

“The- the gift I got you.” You sniffled as you started to calm down, not that the sadness was going away at all.

“I don’t hate it, what makes you think that?”

“You didn’t even open it all the way…” you whispered. Stu leaned forward slightly to grab the gift off of the coffee table.

“Baby, I love it. I just wanted to see you open your gift.” Stu tried to explain but you shook your head.

“It’s nothing compared to what you got me.”

“Baby, I don’t need some expensive gift. This shows that you know me, it’s something you knew I’d like.”

“But you always buy my expensive gifts for everything, and I… you deserve to get nice stuff too. I feel bad because I can’t afford anything like what you buy me.”

Stu listened to you talk, rubbing your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I never think about the price tag, you know? I’m really just spending my parents money.”

You looked down at your hands slightly. You knew Stu was telling you the truth, you’d never seen him even check a price tag. When you went out he paid for everything, he’d buy lunch for your friend group, bought random shit he didn’t need, Stu never even thought about the price. But you didn’t have that luxury. Sure, you weren’t necessarily broke, but you had a budget. You had to work a part time job and your parents didn’t just buy you whatever.

Stu reached around you for the print, holding it for you to see. “I love it, and it’s going to go up in my room as soon as we’re done. I was more worried about you liking your necklace, which…” Stu set the picture down and reached for the necklace, taking it out of the box and clipping it around your neck. “Looks amazing on you.”

You blushed at his words, looking down at the necklace resting on your neck. “It is beautiful.”

“See! I knew you’d like it. I’ve always spoiled you, and I always will.”

“Maybe just…scale it down slightly every once in a while? I want to feel like I spoil you as much as you spoil me.” You explained, watching as Stu’s smile grew.

“You spoil me in the best ways.” Stu smirked suggestively, making you slap his shoulder.

“I’m trying to be serious!”

“Oh, I’m being very serious.” Stu promised as he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Now, why don’t I give you your second gift before you go home?”

“And what could that be?” You hummed as Stu’s hands moved up under your shirt.

“I think you know exactly what it is.”

#scream #scream 1996 #stu macher fic #stu macher x reader #stu macher #stu macher drabble #scream x reader #scream drabble #christmas drabble

[mitsvriii]

11:32 pm

TW's: cursing

Pairings: Sister Location! Michael Afton x reader

Word Count: 240+

A/N: this is more of a filler post than anything, i do plan to write for fnaf more, though

You let out a yawn as you blinked, adjusting to the new-found light admitting from the bathroom. You sighed as you turned onto your back, realizing that it was that time again. "Michael", you called groggily, hoping he could hear you.

"Hm? Oh I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he replied as he exited the bathroom decked in his uniform. He gave you a sympathetic look before shutting off the bathroom light and shutting the door.

You gave him a deadpan look as if to saw "no shit". He gave you a sheepish smile in return, going to sit down on the bed beside you. "'M sorry." You waved it off as you sat up in bed with another yawn.

"You need to go back to sleep, y'know. It's not good for your health."

You snorted, "You're one to talk Mr. Twelve to Six."

Michael chuckled before leaning over to kiss your head, "I gotta go or I'll be late. You'll survive without me, yeah?"

You nodded giving him a small smile. He gave you one back before walking to pick his keys from the table near the bedroom door. "I'll be back", you turned around to give you once last glance before he was gone.

You fell back onto the bed with a small groan. You knew he was doing it for his sister...but sometimes you wondered if Elizabeth knew that. But she was his sister, she wouldn't hurt him. Right?

#michael afton #sister location #fnaf sister location #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #circus baby fnaf #fnaf sl #elizabeth afton #fnaf x reader #fnaf

[peachiemilkytea]

ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏʏ

pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

Summary: Henry has been talking to your dad about his co-boss a lot lately, enough to invite him over for dinner knowing that he is your boss too. Now you have to deal with a dumb teenage boy you don't like.

Paring: Teen!Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: use of Y/n, third and first person pov, your parents embarrassing you, flirting?? romance??? enemies to friends

W/c: 5K

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Flipping the pages in between my fingers of a romance story. Seventeenth Summer by Maureen Daly. It was in my top ten favorites, my first favorite was IT by Stephen King. The one I'm reading now is about two teenagers, Angie Morrow, and Jack Duluth, being a couple and going out together in June for the first time. Their dates would be them getting cokes with friends, riding in Jack's car, going to movies, and taking the boat out. They grew closer than they could ever be together. It gave it a whole new point of view on the world. Rose-tinted glasses.

"Dottie! Come down here!"

Uh oh, am I in trouble? I put my book down on my bedside and walked downstairs. Mom was leaning on the kitchen counter talking to my dad who was smoking a cigarette. My mother hates the smell of cigarettes. Her nose scrunched at the intoxicating smell. I took a seat at the table.

"Whatever happened, Daniel did it!" I accused my little brother without hesitance. Holding my hands together, my shoulders become tense. Dad snickered out smoke holding onto the sink, biting his lip to hold back a big smile. Mom rolled her eyes at the smoke he let out.

"You're not in trouble (Y/n), we're having the Aftons over for dinner." Mom explained, breathy chuckling.

"Henry and I had lunch with him the other day, he's something else. I had to use everything to stop myself from making fun of his accent. Anyway, his family will be here by six twenty so get ready." Dad explained twiddling the cigarette in between his fingers.

"Alright, whew, you scared me! I thought I was gonna be in trouble! Where's Daniel? Does he know?" I asked, looking around.

"Yes, he knows, he walked in on us talking about it. The Aftons have a boy your age. We'll leave Daniel to suffer with the little ones." Mom said getting off of the counter. I let out a "Yes!" pumping my arm up and running upstairs.

Now that I think about it, William never really talks about his family. He'll bring up his daughter Elizabeth but that's really about it. I had to find out that Michael was Will's kid myself, he never talked about him and whenever I try to bring him up Will shuts it down. He's a jerk to me, I swear it's like he hates me! One time when I was working he spilled soda all over my head with a sarcastic 'whoops.' Poor Henry had to give me a towel and wash it out of my hair and face.

While with Henry he'll talk about his kids all the time, I would hear all the stories about Sammy and Charlie. All the cute things they did and all the tantrums. Henry would have a picture of his wife in his pocket, Nancy Emily, they've been high school sweethearts. She's a sweet woman who got me into Seventeenth Summer. I usually hang out in her garden with her taking care of the plants or sunbathing. I cleaned up my room, picked up the clothes on the floor, and fixed my plants, stacking my books into the shelf, tidying up my desk. I think I looked okay. It was presentable enough. Daniel was standing at my door.

"Come on, hurry up! They're at our door." Daniel said repeatedly knocking on my doorway. I rubbed his hair walking past the kid. Downstairs there was William with a gingered-haired woman, his daughter Elizabeth, a smaller boy holding a golden Fredbear plushie, and... Michael? Ohhh that would make sense now, that's why he looks like William. I didn't pay attention when Mom was talking about us. He perked up surprised but then waved at me with a smile.

"This is Daniel and (Y/n), my kids," Mom said putting her hands on her hip. That stance always gave off 'I'm a tired mom.'

"Kids, this is the Aftons. William, Clara, Elizabeth, Evan, and Michael." Mom introduced us, pointing to each one of them.

"Hey boss," I said, looking towards William. He smirked at my remark. I looked over to my dad and saw the gears in his head turning, Mom gave out a silent 'oh.' Clara looked between me and William.

"But you work for Henry?" Dad asked more like a question.

"William is Henry's co-boss, I work for both of them," I said putting my hand on my hip, then going back to the family and flashing them a smile before going up to my room.

I heard Dad and mom talking to William and Clara talking more about work and what's for dinner, telling Daniel to take the little ones. Then They were talking about boring adult stuff, the only thing I found interesting that they were talking about is all the butterflies Clara's been finding and keeping. Maybe the book my dad was reading, The Color Purple. A book about a teenage African American, Cecilie. Raised in rural isolation in Georgia. She resists the self-paralyzing concept forced on her by others. He's the one who introduced the book to me, it was hard to read because of the writing. But that's the fun of it. Like I did with The Great Gatsby, I took notes on it and broke down the language to understand it then burned the chapters into my head of what happened in a modern way.

Grabbing one of my types of vinyl, I always liked the vinyls more than the cassettes, mixtapes, and walkmans. They played it so much better than the others. Putting on Highway To Hell by AC/DC, it was one of my all-time favorites. Nodding to the beat and mouthing the lyrics.

"Good pick! I didn't expect a good girl like you to be into rock." Michael said, leaning against my doorway with a smug look. I looked back at him and rolled my eyes. I took my vinyls out of the packages and wrote what songs they were on the middle-colored part before putting them on my green flowered walls. Michael was staring at my pictures on my bulletin board.

"Did you take these?" He asked, pointing towards them.

"Yeah, I did. It's still-life photography. What? You like them?" I spat out walking to his side. He was looking at a picture with a book that had cursive letters on the pages, a jar of flowers and the other side is a jar of ink, an old pen sitting next to it, and circled glasses on the other side. Maps and drawings of herbs under the book.

"It's not my style but I like it. It's like something really old and adventurous. Like those old guys you see in the history books." Michael read the photo perfectly. He captured it in his way but still expressed what I was trying to get. I was surprised he was being so nice right now.

"I think this one might be more of your style," I said pointing to a different picture above the one he was looking at.

A bluish-whitish tinted photo, concrete stairs with yellow lines at the end going down. The white walls were covered in graffiti, paint, posters, photos, and drawings. There were marker drawings on the walls and messy paint splattered onto the railings. Graffiti symbols and phrases are marked onto the floor. Some vinyl and cassettes were glued to the wall. Boy bands and magazine covers on the wall with famous faces and logos. The pen drawings on the side made planets and black stars. Drawings made by people saying "runaway" or lists of things or missing pet beetles people found off of the street. A large rectangular mirror on the left side reflects the turn to further downstairs on the right.

Michael's brows raised and his mouth fell slightly. His hand tucked a strand of his hair back behind his ear then covered his mouth with his hand. He blinked a couple of times through his eyelashes. I chuckled and picked it off of the bulletin board and flipped it over on my desk, writing 'To Michael' and handing it to him. He furrowed his brows and stepped back pulling his hand away from his mouth.

"Take it if you like it so much. I know you don't like me very much and I'm okay with that. I'm still your friend." I said being left hanging and still holding the photo.

"I hate you. I hate your '70s haircut. I hate how your teeth are yellow. I hate how your loud laugh echoes in a room. I hate the way you read knockoff comic books. I hate how you smile so big when you lie. I hate you. But I don't, I tried. Something about you is keeping me around. I want to be your friend." Michael admitted. That was a turn of events... He took the picture out of my hands and pressed his lips together. Holding it with two hands he stared at it. I chuckled, and a smile tugged my lips.

"So the soda thing-" I said pointing to the floor lazily. He quickly looked up bug-eyed.

"Ahhh!! Ahh!! We don't talk about that!" Michael yelled jumping on my bed. He got off of his stomach and laid on his back looking at her picture. I sighed going back to my bulletin board of pictures. I put up some new ones I took a few days ago. From the corner of my eye, I saw him put the picture on the bedside desk, and he picked up the book from my desk.

"What is this? It's so cheesy? The guy on the cover looks like me!" Michael asked, reading through the pages.

"It's what girls feel when they're in love, you wouldn't know." I joked. Hearing him scoff.

"Girls fall in love with me. Women get with me." Michael protested moving on his side to look at me with a cocky look, his tongue on the corner of his lips while biting down on it with his teeth. I let out a long 'sure.' He went back to reading. Genuinely Michael seemed invested in the story. Maybe I should show him Sixteen Candles one time. He might like that more because it's a movie. God, I love Molly Ringwald, she's such a great actor and in so many films I love. I have an undying love for her! She reminds me so much of Cheryl. Soon the vinyl stopped playing, so I grabbed another record. Metallica, Ride The Lightning. Putting it in and turning up the volume. Michael's head lifted quickly.

"No way! Metallica! Wait wait I know this one. Ride The Lighting, right?" Michael fanboyed over the vinyl. I nodded lazily. Grabbing a few covers I handed them to him. Dr Feelgood Mötley Crüe, Sweet Child O' Mine Guns N' Roses, Detroit Rock City KISS, Cherry Bomb the Runaways, Bad Reputation Joan Jett, Pet Sematary Ramones, and so many others. Rolling Stones, Judas Priest, you name it. Michael looked like a kid in a candy store flipping through the record covers. He was stuttering his words.

"Oh my god." Michael managed to get out of his excited stutters. Holding up one of them records.

"You can pick the next song." I gave a small smile sitting at the end of my bed. I lie on my stomach further it and swing my feet back and forth. Bopping my head to the beat of the metal music. I felt my imagination running wild, anything with music made me daydream. It was like scenes in a movie or a cartoon show. Michael was mimicking the strings of a guitar that the song was playing.

"Is this all you do?" Michael asked, looking up at the ceiling. His hand was up pointing and tracing the cracks.

"Yeah. I mean sometimes I'll go out if it's with my best friend or if it's because of work. My room beats going outside any day." I said, swinging my feet back and forth while leaning my cheek on my pointer finger. I like to be introverted, my mother always called me a homebody who needs to get out more. The most I would do is hang out with my dad on the porch at dawn talking about our days while he was smoking a cigarette.

"You have a friend that isn't Henry? That's hard to believe." Michael playfully insulted. I grabbed one of my pillows and smacked him with it. He yelled and put his hands up laughing.

"Yes, I do! Jeez. How do you even know I'm friends with Henry? Will doesn't like to talk a lot." I asked sitting up and hugging the same pillow I assaulted him with.

"I know Henry too, you know! You're not the only one. Father will bring me and my brother and sister to work sometimes and that's how I know Henry. He talks about you too much. It's like you're some star student. It's always (Y/n) this and (Y/n) that and oh did you know what (Y/n) did? All the time, it's so annoying!" Michael groaned into the pillow.

"Boo hoo, oh poor you." I mocked sticking my tongue out. Michael lifted his head from the pillow and spotted something. Should I be worried? He looks so curious. He grabbed a book on the floor next to my bed that read 'The 48 laws of Power' which was about Niccolo Machiavelli's philosophy.

"Where did you get something like this?" Michael asked, skipping through the pages.

"It's a philosophy book, about the philosopher Niccolo Machiavelli. He lived in Florence during the Renaissance period. But then a prince came to the city and kicked anyone he didn't like out. Machiavelli was one of them. He would think while he was homeless. He would put on his fanciest clothes and talk about philosophy. Machiavelli has the theory that to get power you need to be feared to be loved. He wrote a letter to the prince on why he should come back to Florence. The prince read the letter and let him back into the city. He gave Machiavelli his spot. To have power you need to cheat, manipulate, and have confidence. It's used in politics and elections." I explained talking through my hands, never leaving his eyes.

Funny story, when I was out for a walk one day I found a kid in a tree reading it and I asked him how he knew that book. We had the best talk about being manipulative. It takes a true philosopher to understand and with that, you need to change your mindset. Philosophy is the love of wisdom, or in Greek Philosophia. It's pursuing your lover, pursuing Sophia. I love doing philosophy but I don't have anyone to do it with.

"This is deep," Michael said he was gapping like a fish. I could tell it wasn't really his thing and it's probably something you look at and forget the next day. I only nodded with a small smile.

My door creaked, I expected it to be one of the kids or my dad telling me to come downstairs for dinner. Cujo came running and jumped on Michael. He grunted putting the book on the nightstand on top of Seventeenth Summer. Cujo jumped on top of him and soaked his face in dog slobber, drool coming down and hitting Michael's cheek. He pushed the dog off of him and wiped the grossness off of his face. Gagging and scowling. I let out a fit of laughter.

"Good boy! Good boy Cujo." I patted his head.

"You named him after the murder dog?!" Michael shrieked scouting up on my pillows trying to get Cujo out of his lap.

"Yeah." I held Cujo's chin up to me and kissed his forehead.

"He almost killed me!" Michael complained, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

"Stop being a baby. Cujo's a sweetheart, he would never hurt anybody unless I tell him to, Isn't that right?" I coo'ed to my puppy. He barked in response. I swear it's like he understands me. We don't deserve dogs, they are too good for us.

"Never thought I would hear that..." Michael mumbled and slowly came off of my pillows. He hesitantly held his hand out to the dog, taking it back quickly when Cujo turned around to sniff his palm. Michael tried again shaking but moved his hand away too quickly again. Cujo barked at him. I grabbed his wrist and held it up to Cujo, finally, he smelt his palm and declared Michael his friend. He put his head into the boy's hand making him pet him. Michael loosened up and pet Cujo's head. A genuine smile tugged at his lips. Scaredy cat.

"KIDS ATTACK!" Uh oh- Elizabeth jumped on her brother and tackled Michael on the bed, hitting him. Telling his face it hurt. Evan was timidly hiding behind Daniel.

"What? Evan! You're supposed to be beating up your brother and my sister!" Daniel said, lifting his arm and looking behind him. Evan was shaking behind him, shutting his eyes so hard you could see the wrinkles on the side. I got up from my spot while Elizabeth and Michael were beating each other up. I went up to the two boys and squatted down to the little one's height. He opened his eyes slowly. They were glossy, you could see every sparkle in the blue. His cheeks were a rosy red. A golden bear was in his arms, looking like Fredbear. William must've given it to him.

"Hey little buddy, it's okay. You don't gotta be me up. Daniel was just joking. Uh... Do you want a hug or something?" I asked, holding out my arms. Evan calmed down a little bit. He left Daniel's side and came up to me laying against me. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back softly. Evan's crying calmed down and only had little sniffles and shaky gasps of air.

"I like your plushie, what's his name?" I asked, trying to relax him.

"Goldie," Evan mumbled lying on my chest. I stroked his hair.

"That's a nice name," I said softly, looking down at him. Something about this kid melts my heart. He's so delicate, fragile. If he was a box being shipped overseas he would have the fragile label on him.

"Wh-What's your name?" he stuttered looking up at me.

"I'm (Y/n), Daniel's sister. You're daddy's friend. What's your name?" I asked, sitting down on my knees.

"I'm Evan, sometimes my sister calls me Ev," he explained. Isn't that sweet? It's his sister's nickname. Daniel looked confused, glaring at us. I shot him a glare. He stuck out his tongue and pulled down his eyelid.

"IZZY! Get the hell off of me!" Michael yelled fighting his sister. I forgot that was happening. To be fair, Elizabeth was winning the fight. She was laughing at him and sitting on his stomach punching him, Michael's hands covered his face. As much as I'm enjoying seeing Michael getting his ass whooped by his little sister it can't go on forever.

"Alright! How about we play hide and seek?" I asked standing up. It caught Elizabeth perked up, she stopped fighting Michael and looked at me with a bright grin. That kid is a little devil but at least she's cute with her bow. She got off of Michael jumping off my bed and running towards me.

"Hide and seek! Hide and seek! Hide and seek!" Elizabeth chanted jumping up and down. Evan on the other hand shook his head no.

"Come on Evan, pleaseee! Pleaseeee! I'll beat up Michael if he scares you! Daniel's sister will make sure he won't scare you!" Elizabeth begged and pointed to me.

"It's true, I won't let him scare you, I'll even make a pinky promise." I held up my pinky. Evan's foot moved in circles and his body turned to the side, his head down looking up at me with doe eyes. Seriously, this kid is adorable. If Michael does anything I'll have Cujo eat him.

"Okay..." Evan held up his pinky. Interlocking it with mines. We pinky promised to stop Michael from scaring Evan. Speaking of the boy, his hair was disheveled and he was leaning on his elbow lifting himself. He held the back of his head, rubbing it while one of his eyes closed. My covers were a mess! My pillows were everywhere! Elizabeth probably used one to hit him. Kids...

"Daniel's it! Run kids! Count!" I yelled pointing to my brother and running away with the kids. Michael hurried soon after.

I don't know where the other two are, but I ended up with Evan. His small hand was trying to hold mine despite it being bigger. I pointed to Daniel's room under his bed. Evan and I hid under there. He was freaking out a bit. Looking around and shaking. I played with his hair and drew soft slow circles on top of his head. He looked like he could fall asleep. I heard Michael screaming like a girl. Daniel must have found him. What a wuss! There were footsteps and sounds of them arguing. They're like Dumb And Dumber. Elizabeth was found, she was whining and complaining about being found. They were looking for Evan and I. Their footsteps were so sloppy. I snickered a little too loudly, Michael was right about my laugh. How did he even pay attention to it?

"Wait..." I heard Daniel's moment of realization. He beelined for his room. It was weirdly suspenseful. Evan didn't like it at all. Seeing his socks roam the room he looked for us cautiously. Suddenly, fingers grabbed the bottom of the blankets and lifted them. Daniel was squatting there with the smugest look on his face.

"Found ya." He said slyly.

"You little buttmuncher." I jokingly insulted. He dramatically grabbed his heart and gasped offendedly. Evan sighed and crawled out from under the bed. I grabbed Daniel's ankles and pulled him to me. He shrieked and yelled at me. Hitting my hand. We got out from under the bed in a laughing fit.

We spent an hour laughing and scaring each other. Besides Evan, I was always paired with the little boy and he seemed a lot less scared when I was around. Daniel even ran downstairs and hid behind the couch till Elizabeth found him by getting a hint from William. She's a daddy's girl.

Michael was it, for the first time. He refused to do it for all the other times. He only agreed to do it if I did it with him. Pulling me away from Evan. I mean I hope the kid will be okay. Mike is kinda a dickhead. The kids ran off and hid, while we counted. Though he stopped counting.

"Why did you stop?" I asked. He stood there arms crossed with a smirk and one of his brows raised.

"They won't notice," Michael said, leaning up a little.

"Ookaay?" I said confused leaning against the wall. There was an awkward silence like Michael wanted to say something but didn't know how to phrase it. I can tell because I can see the cogs turning in his head.

"Whatever, let's go look for the little dweebs." Michael walked off.

"Hey! I'm the only one who can call Daniel a dweeb!" I ran after him.

We looked around the house. The bathroom, in the shower, the hallway closet, under my bed, under Daniel's bed. These kids were too good. It's like they disappeared. Michael and I went into my room. He put his finger to his lips and tiptoed to the closet. He paused for a moment. I shook my head no quickly, pressing my lips together. What if Evan was in there? Grabbing his shoulder and tugging it. He pushed me off. Michael slammed open the closet and put his arms up with a yell. Turns out... Evan was in there. And now he was having a sobfest thanks to Michael. I pushed past him and squatted down in front of the little boy who was clinging onto his Fredbear stuffie for dear life.

"Hey hey honey, it's okay. Come here. Oh man, I'm so sorry I broke our pinky promise." I said hugging him. Evan clung to me. I picked him up grunting at the sudden weight. He sobbed into my shirt. I glared at Michael, annoyed. For once he looks guilty. I kind of felt bad. Dropping my glare with a neutral smile. I rubbed Evan's back.

"Go find the others, Mike I'm sure dinner is almost ready." I nodded my head towards the door. He just nodded and walked off. Evan slowly calmed down still with leftover tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Do you want to go downstairs and hang out with the parents?" I asked him. He slowly nodded, not moving from my neck. I exited my cozy room and walked downstairs. The adults saw me with a crying Evan in my arms and eyed me confused and worried.

"Oh uh, hide and seek is a little too scary for him," I explained. Mrs. Afton showed understanding like this has happened before or the normal but mixed with guilt for her baby. William looked a little phased by it, his smile fading but going back to talking with my mother.

"Oh uhm here Mrs Afton." I tried handing Evan to his mother but he clung to me like a koala bear. It surprised the Aftons and my parents.

"That's very new, well I suppose he likes you a lot. That means a lot to a little child. And please call me Clara. No need to be so formal!" Mrs-... er Clara said. I nodded and took a seat at the table motioning her to sit next to me.

"I'm (Y/n), I'm sorry this is just so new to me. I wish I had heard about you more. You seem nice." I tried to make conversation. As you can tell it's going poorly.

"Awh, you're sweet. William isn't one to talk about personal stuff that much. Why I didn't even know that you two were coworkers! You work with Henry too?" Clara asked with a heartwarming smile.

"Yeah I do, Henry is my best friend. He's really how I got the job in the first place. I'm the head engineer. The bosses are the ones who are in charge of the whole engineering stuff. I'm just here if they need a little extra help or repairs." I explained she seemed to listen to every word. Her eyes softened too. Something about her makes me so comfortable like I can forget every problem I have. Dammit, William's lucky.

"I uhm.. I like your hair, my friend Cheryl Jo, her hair is red like yours too. Except hers is a little shorter." I said awkwardly, I think Evan is asleep or something. He's really quiet and not moving. His breath is a little shorter.

"You flatter me. So you're an engineer for robots? That must be interesting, you don't hear about that every day. What is it like?" Clara asked me.

"Are you going to let me geek out to you about robots? Because if you get me going I won't stop." I grinned brightly.

"I'm married to William, that already says a lot. I would love to hear you geek out about robots." Clara giggled, her nose scrunched up. If Evan wasn't laying on me I would be bouncing in my seat right now. I went on to rant to her about almost everything I learned about robots and what they could do, what's in them, how they are made, and what I think I could do for the future. I was talking so fast that I almost forgot to breathe.

"Dottie, can you get the kids and tell them dinner's ready." My mom said, wiping her hands together. I nodded, giving Evan back to Clara. He woke up instantly mind you. I got up from my seat and went upstairs.

They can't be far, so I check my room first... What the fuck. Michael was on my floor half-naked with Elizabeth and Daniel trying to shove my yellow floral white sundress over his head. He was yelling at them and trying to push them off but Daniel held down his arms and Elizabeth was solving his head through the dress. Daniel moved Michael's arms through the straps. I cleared my throat and leaned against the door. All of their heads turned towards me, surprised. Michael was beet red.

"Uh... Dinners ready."

I walked downstairs and waited for them to... stop whatever that was. I sat down in my seat with no comment. I want to unsee whatever I just saw immediately. William set the table with plates and asked what drinks we wanted. It feels weird to see him act so casually with my family, it feels weird to even see him in my home. To think my family and his never knew each other all this time. It was only him and I. He's so secretive I wonder why. He never told me about Clara or his kids. It could've been like Henry and I with Elle and the twins. Well, they're an odd bunch but still a presentable family those Aftons.

Speaking of which, Michael, Elizabeth, and Daniel came downstairs. The poor boy couldn't even make eye contact with me. Daniel took his seat next to me. Michael sat across from me. Clara was on my right and in front of her was William. Across from Daniel was Elizabeth, Evan sat next to his sister, Mom sat next to Daniel, and Dad sat in front of Mom.

My parents and the Aftons were telling stories or talking about what happened the other day that seemed so crazy. Evan was trying to get Elizabeth to eat her vegetables, he even held it to her mouth. She was stubborn, crossing her arms and pouting. Daniel was listening in on the parents' conversation. felt my foot get nudged. Fucking Michael. He was looking away listening to the parents talk. I stomped on his foot. His eyes became the sizes of dinner plates, he hit his chest with his fist and coughed violently.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Clara asked, leaning over the table.

"Yeah yeah... just went down the wrong pipe." Michael sipped his water awkwardly. Mom snickered at him and shook her head.

When he looked up he made eye contact with me and gave me a death glare. I smirked picking through my food. His foot hit mine again, I hit his shin with my leg. We were battling playing footsies under the table. Staring at each other and not breaking it. Daniel nudged my shoulder. I stopped. The parents were questioning why the table was moving. Michael kicked my ankle. I nodded my head towards the parents. We both looked at them, they were looking back at us. Michael and I quickly awkwardly took sips of our water not looking up.

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The loud and lively became cozy and quiet. Clara walked out with a sleeping Evan in her arms. Putting him in his car seat.

"Daniel! Come down here and say goodbye!"

"Bye!"

"That's not what I meant..." (Y/n) said, pinching the bridge of her nose. She felt her shoulder get lightly punched. Michael standing there with a smile. The annoyance of her little brother wore off.

"You leaving? I mean... you are leaving why wouldn't you be because your mom and little brother are in the car and-... I'm not making this better for myself." (Y/n) said, scratching the back of her neck shyly.

"Don't worry it's cute, I'm about to head off. I'll see you soon, right?" Michael asked looking away then back at her for a moment.

"Yeah.. yeah! Anytime besides when I'm working. Then again Will's the boss so maybe you can come when I'm working? I don't know, I'm bad at goodbyes." (Y/n) stammered awkwardly.

"Cool, cool" Michael laughed awkwardly. There was this tension between them. Vivian swung her arm around her daughter.

"We'll see you again, right Michael? You are welcome here anytime. You see... (Y/n)'s a bit of a loner-" Vivian whispered the last part behind her hand.

"Mom!" (Y/n) yelled, embarrassed pushing her mother off of her.

"I'm going to be bothering you guys all the time now, you sure you want that Mrs (L/n)?" Michael teased.

"Bring it on kid! And call me Vivian. Mrs. (L/n) makes me feel old." She said,

"Okay, well uh I should go to the car now. Bye and thank you!" Michael walked off waving a bit. Goodbyes were shared. Vivian went back to the kitchen to clean. (Y/n) sighed enjoying the moment of silence. William comes around with a sleeping Elizabeth in his arms. Stopping next to (Y/n) with a smile. She looked up at him surprised.

"I'll see you at work, I would love to hear about your new redesign for Trickster. We have a lot to go over, love." William said in his sultry accent.

"I can't wait, I have so much to talk about. I may need help to work on the blueprints and measurements. I'll see you till then, Will." (Y/n) said gently patting the sleeping girl in his arms. He nodded and took his leave.

Stephen (L/n), was in the backyard lighting a cigarette while the Aftons were leaving. Something was odd to him. Something didn't feel right about William. His guy screamed an icky feeling near him. He didn't like it, but he knew it was a move of a fool to find out what was wrong with William. He needs to know when is the right time to act and how to act. A puff of smoke soared up into the dark sky.

Cujo follows (Y/n) upstairs lazily through her night routine. She grabbed the phone and dialed a number. Cujo lay on her bed huffing and puffing.

"ʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴇʀʏʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀᴅ."

#michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #fnaf michael afton #fnaf

[whatdudtheysay]

First time I've ever even uploaded on here - if u wanna see my story on ao3 just ask 🤍

College au, slight inexperienced reader, use of aphrodisiac, roofie, sex, Michael being hot asf

Not t proofread so sorry about spelling/ grammar errors.

- Michael afton - MichaelxF!reader

Part 2

How had you gotten into this position with your 'friend with benefits' ?

Well let's begin from the start.

You're in your first year of college and living on campus has quite a lot of benefits, such as parties. You and everyone else on campus were the first to know.

Frat boys blasting music throughout the campus open grounds whilst inviting basically everyone to their house party downtown, so by the end of the week it wasn't a surprise that everyone was talking about it.

So you weren't surprised when your friends came bursting in your room, annoying you with the usual "let's go shopping!" pleas.

Eventually you caved in and despite knowing it'll hurt your financial pocket, you decided it'd also get your mind off the sudden and forced adjustment to your new schedule and upcoming tests.

Also because your friends told you a certain Afton boy would be attending the party as well.

After spending hours in the mall, mainly because of your friends taking time trying on new dresses, you decided to go with a tight denim skirt and a tight white sleeveless sweetheart top. The blue and white combo never really failed.

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You'd be lying if you didn't say you regretted coming. Only a bit. Your heels were basically killing your ankles and the skirt seemed to lose a few inches in length, making it raise up slightly if you tried bending slightly, basically giving anyone a free show when you wanted to sit down on a couch.

The second worse thing was your girlfriends ditching you. Their boyfriends and crushes showed up shortly after your arrival and they immediately went into different rooms with them, meaning they were either fucking of getting drunk somewhere.

And the last was David. One of your girlfriends boyfriends friends. He had always shown interest to you. Even when you purposely act dry to get him off your back. Despite him being somewhat your type, his personality cut him down to size. He was the stereotypical rich frat boy who loved sports and hooking up with any girl who batted their lashes and rubbed their ass in his face. He wasn't going to be your next boyfriend. That's good certain.

"hey, earth to y/n-" David called out to you, waving a hand in front of your face.

"oh. Sorry. Zoned out for a second there." You mumbled, looking into your glass that contained a light purple liquid.

You didn't even know what it was since you weren't that big on alcohol at all, leaving David to get one for you.

"Was asking you about your course." He smiled, taking a sip from his beer.

You shrugged, already bored of the topic. You came here to have fun, not sit here with a guy you're barely interested in and talk about school.

You raised the glass to your lips and downed all the contents, the sweet drink lightly burning the back of your throat.

"It's alright but I'd rather not talk about it. Wanna dance?"

Before he could even answer, you had pushed your empty glass into his hand and off the couch and walking to the main floor, deliberately sliding into the crowd in hopes of losing him.

Luckily, fate was on your side because after checking for David, you realized he hadn't followed you.

Instead of dancing like your original plan was, you decided to take a quick look around for Michael. Sadly, he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

'I swear if Lorie lied to me about Michael-'

"y/n!"

You wanted to kill yourself.

"David! There you are. Why didn't you keep up with me?" You asked, a fake smile being plastered on your lips.

"sorry. Just had a hard time finding you." He sighed, his eyes scanning over me and resting at my revealed cleavage.

Boys.

"You wanna dance now?"

Was there really no escaping him?

"sorry. I'm feeling just a bit tired now."

David frowned slightly but decided to throw an arm around my shoulder, making me tense up.

"you wanna go upstairs? Or I can take you back to campus."

You shook your head, awkwardly trying to get away from him but David wouldn't let you go.

"Maybe another drink will let you relax?"

You nodded and thankfully David let go, allowing you to breathe something other than his intoxicating cologne.

You watched him walk into the kitchen before quickly pulling your phone out of your purse.

You dialed Lorie - your closest friend out of the group.

To your surprise she picked up almost straight away.

"Lorie ?"

Instead of Lorie's voice you heard her boyfriend - Gavin.

"y/n?"

"where's Lorie?"

"She's taking a shower, we went back to her place. Everything good?"

You mentally cursed yourself for thinking this whole thing was a good idaa

Last time your friends use Michael to bribe you.

"it's fine. Just wanted to... check-up on her. Have a nice night." You awkwardly lied, ending the call after.

Before you could think of calling any other friends, David was by your side, pushing another drink into your hands.

"enjoy."

You nodded and quickly took a few sips, a weird and slightly saltier taste coming from the drink.

After finishing your drink and forcing yourself through awkward talk with David, you looked over the crowd again.

He should be here..

"Who you looking for?" David asked.

"oh....uhm. My friends told me that Michael would be here." You admitted guiltily, downing the rest of the drink.

You weren't even leading him on so why did you feel slightly ashamed?

David nodded before his face turned to one of recognition.

"why didn't you say so? When you disappeared I ran into him. He was kinda tipsy so he must've gone upstairs to rest-"

"really? Can you take me?" You asked, ignoring the sudden warm feeling in your stomach.

His brow furrowed but he just nodded.

David lead you through the crowd, his hand around you wrist in a firm hold. You both got upstairs, passing by multiple drunk students before you got to an empty room.

"where's Michael?" You asked, massaging your aching temple. You had only had two drinks. Why was your head pounding?

David just laughed, closing the door behind you both before turning on the lights, allowing you to see that there really wasn't anyone there.

"Michael isn't here princess."

You turned around quickly to see David in front of you, an annoyed look on his face.

"Had to admit. Didn't know Michael already got to you first but...I guess I don't mind taking Afton's sloppy seconds." He sighed, shrugging off his jacket.

Your heart began to pound harder, beads of sweat forming at your brow.

"what're you talking about?"

David laughed once more.

"what? You really believed my whole lie? Jeez I guess little sluts like you really are stupid.

You narrowed your eyes at him before trying to leave the room, only to be pushed back by David.

"Sorry princess. Can't let you leave. Besides, we don't want that aphrodisiac to waste."

You were about to question it but then you suddenly linked everything.

The drink

David grabbed your arm and without thinking twice, you launched your leg against his crotch, making him practically scream in pain before falling to the ground, allowing you to run out of the room. You glanced back and while doing so, you bumped into someone.

And that someone was no other than Michael Afton himself.

Your arms immediately went around his waist, hugging him tight.

"Michael! Oh my gosh. I thought you weren't here."

Michael was shocked at the suddenness of it all but wrapped his arms around your shaking frame.

"what's wrong, love?"

Your throat went dry, eyes glassing over as you glanced over at the open door.

"let's go. Please."

Michael seemed confused and was about to go over to the room but you knew if he knew what happened he'd cause a scene. A loud and violent one. Even though nothing would be more satisfying than seeing David get what he deserves, you were still in pain and frustration from the drug David had put in your drink.

"Please. Just drop it for now. Let's go to my dorm."

Michael was about to ask more questions but he saw how persistent you were and decided to drop it. For now. He'd get the information off of you sooner or later.

So now you were sat on your bed, makeup wipes in hand whilst you cleaned off all the contents, Michael sat besides you patiently.

Once you had finished Michael glanced at you before taking a deep breath.

"you ready?"

You nodded slightly before spilling everything. How you were trying to shrug David off all night which resulted in him drugging you and taking you to that room.

After you finished, you saw Michael's expression. Mad. Maybe even more than mad. He looked like he wanted to kill David and you were scared of it actually happening.

Michael's eyes met yours and one look at your teary eyes was enough to make him thaw.

"I'm sorry, baby....if I was there."

He trailed off and instead took you into his arms. Unfortunately, that made your situation no better, your body heating up at an alarming rate as the effects of the aphrodisiac began to settle in.

"Michael.." you mumbled. "I need your help."

Michael let go of you, allowing you to kick off your heels and push yourself onto the middle of the bed, your legs slightly spreading in shame.

"please.."

He blinked a couple times before slightly chuckling.

"are you sure...this is ok?" He asked, running a hand up the front of your calf.

Your breath hitched.

"Yes. Please do something."

Michael seemed slightly reluctant. He didn't want to take advantage of you in anyway but seeing you laid on the bed just for him had his mind whirring, especially since you both hadn't fucked in a long time.

Which was Michael's exaggerated way of saying a week.

He climbed on top of you, sparing no more time. His hands tore down your top, moving to attack your skirt, throwing your clothes over his shoulder. His eyes locked onto your chest before a smug grin appeared on his face.

"no bra, hm? Naughty girl."

You moaned once his mouth attached to your nipple, one of his hands kneading your breast whilst his unoccupied one moved to pull off your underwear.

You aided him in his task, kicking off your panties once they got to ankle level. This only made Michael's smirk grow.

"You want my cock that bad, huh?" He questioned after moving away from your breasts.

You nodded, brows knitted together whilst you rolled you hips up slightly.

"I need you right now Michael-" you begged, hands going between your legs.

You were drenched.

He sighed, clicking his tongue after.

He moved away from you and spread your legs, impatiently taking off his shirt and belt after, allowing you to get the golden view of Michael's slender but well built chest.

"Since you want it that bad..." Michael hummed, pulling down his jeans and boxers. "I'll give it to you.

Your eyes locked on his semi hard cock that had the slightest ooze of precum coming from the tip.

You whimpered at the sight. Michael was big, no doubt about it. His length and girth alone was enough to take away your confidence. How the fuck were you gonna be able to do this without any prep?

"Don't tap put on me now." Michael noted, his hand moving to give himself a few pumps, his dick twitching in response.

"I'm not-" You defended, eyes never leaving his dick.

Michael laughed in response before spreading your legs wider.

"we'll see, princess."

Michael wasted no time. His tip collecting your arousal before pushing against your entrance, a sharp stretch coming from deep within that had you wanting to run away, Michael's strong hold on your hips being the only thing that kept you in place.

His sudden intrusion had your eyes rolling back, incoherent whimpers already leaving your mouth.

"Don't tell me you already came, love?" Michael taunted, groaning at the way you sucked him in greedily.

"fuck- Michael-" you hissed, your stomach convulsing with every inch he fed you.

"shit- Knew this pussy loved my cock. Can't get enough, can it-?" He groaned harder, his grip tightening with every squeeze your walls gave him. You'll definitely need a massage after. "Haven't even started fucking you and you already came."

Your breaths became shallow once Michael pulled out, his tip just appearing before he bottomed out inside of you again.

You cursed, head falling against your plush pillows whilst Michael bullied his cock along your walls, grunts leaving his lips whilst his hips became almost feral, causing more tears to fall from your eyes.

"you love it, don't you princess?" He moaned, mind clouding over at the way your pussy gushed around him. "Love the way I fuck you."

You closed your eyes, gripping his arm tightly whilst another orgasm sped through you.

"Yea, Michael - Shit-" You clamped harder on his arm once he hit that spongy spot deep inside you, pushing you over the edge completely, your walls squeezing him tightly again.

Michael laughed slightly before moaning, watching the way his dick disappeared inside you, a white ring coating the base of his dick. You whined at the feeling of being overstimulated but tried to push it aside as your pussy twitched for more.

"shit, Princess. This tight pussy's gonna. Make me-"

Michael slowed his movements, shallow groans and curses being murmured whilst his hands moved to squeeze your breasts.

"fuck, princess. Gonna cum-" he warned, hips picking up speed. "Where do you want it?"

"inside, please! Give it to me-"

Your moans and legs locking around his hips were all Michael needed as confirmation, he pushed deeper into you, his hard thrusts never giving up as he chased his orgasm.

Soon enough, you heard those familiar grunts that you loved and it wasn't long before Michael's lips met yours, just as spurts of his cum spilled into you, silencing both of your moans.

Michael broke the kiss, resting his head against your neck whilst you both took deep breaths. After a while, he moved off of you, pulling out of your sore hole. The feeling of his seed pouring out made you shiver.

Your eyes fluttered, sleep wanting to cover over you but Michael had other plans, pushing his dick back into your entrance.

You grunted in surprise, your eyes suddenly locking his.

"Michael-" you whimpered, trying to move away from him. "Too much-"

Just one more round baby. Got my cock so hard just looking at my cum come outta this cute little pussy. Besides...you need a new load down here." He groaned, hips already thrusting in and out of you.

You whimpered, nodding slightly in response as hot pleasure gathered in the pit of your stomach again.

Michael had such a weird effect on you. Even though your relationship was strictly just sex and being friends, you'd do basically anything you asked, as did he.

Michael gave a direct thrust that hit your sweet spot, taking you away from your thoughts.

"cmon, baby. Focus on me."

You nodded, blinking away tears that began to form, your hands moving to hold his. He reciprocated your gesture, his palm covering yours as his thrusts met his former feral pace, his hand moving down to touch your clit. The mix of his hard thrusts and attention to your clit had you seeing stars, another orgasm creeping up on you.

"Michael!" You mewled. "Gon- gonna cummm ohh fuckk"

"That's right, love. Cum on my cock-"

He didn't have to tell you twice. You came hard around him, eyes rolling back as he fucked you through your high.

Your pussy squeezing around him was all the stimulation Michael needed for him to cum again, his seed shooting deep inside you.

Both of your bodies shook against each other as the pleasure slowly washed through you. Michael got himself together and pulled out of you, fingers pushing his cum back inside.

"Guess this calls for plan b, hmm?"

You nodded.

As much as you loved the feeling and experience of Michael filling you to the brim with his cum, both of you didn't plan on having kids at all anytime soon.

"I'll get you some in the morning," Michael yawned slightly, moving off the bed.

"let's get you cleaned up."

The rest of the night was Michael helping you in the shower and giving you a massage, paying extra attention to your hips that were becoming a deep purple, tucking you both into bed after and making sure to give you much deserved cuddles.

Despite your situationship with Michael being quite confusing and frustrating at times, these were the moments both of you could appreciate.

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Tysmmm for reading - omg

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If anyone wants a part 2 lemme know 🤷🏾‍♀️

#michael afton #michael afton x reader #michael afton smut #MichaelAfton x black reader #AftonMichael #MichaelAfton x female reader #smut #i'm down bad #i'm ovulating

[alexcharmsyou]

Michael afton was an absolute houdini in elementary school,

even so that the office had to repeatedly ring William to come to the school and find him.

of course, William was always livid about it because that’d mean he’d have to quit tinkering with his marvelous invention to go track down his kid only to find him in the sneakiest corner munching on some fritos or some shit.

He stomped down the halls, scanning every wall and floor tile for a sign: the obvious of an open door, a trail of crumbs, maybe a muddy footprint or two.

“What a pain.” he said under his breath as he passed a class lined up against the wall. He tried not to make eye-contact.

(they also gave will a walkie talkie to communicate between troops-)

“Mr. Afton, we noticed some crayons sprawled out across the 2nd floor,”

Will stopped to rub his forehead, “I’ll be right there.”

When he got to the layout with the other school staff they were running amuck *searching for clues*.

“i cant believe we lost him, AGAIN!”

“this is terrible!”

“oh that poor child, what if he got lost!”

“Mr. Afton we’re terribly sorry but we cant se-“

“move,” William marched right by them to the storage room closet door.

“Michael open the damn door and get your ass outta there.”

Mike’s teacher walked over shyly, “Mr. Afton, you really think he’s in there? its locked at all times theres no way he could possibly-“

“open it or ill do it for you.” he interrupted. he knew his son would pull a lock pick at this hour, the reasoning behind that unexplainable.

Will knocked one more time before the knob slowly twisted and the room opened to show little Mike standing in front of his crayola creation.

“Michael, what on earth!” his teacher was so gullible, completely clueless that Michael could do such.

Whether or not he learned how to pick locks from a 3rd party or his father, William wasn’t telling.

Mike grumbled, “i don’t wanna go back to school!”

“dumbass you’re already at school.” he laughed.

Mike made a “grrrr” sound. (You know, as five year olds do.)

“WILLIAM. i don’t think it’s a good idea to use all of that language with him, for pete’s sake he’s only five.” Ms. Landerson called him by name now, yikes.

Will shrugged, “eh, he’ll hear it all one way or another.”

He bent down to pat Mikes little head before slithering off.

“Mr. Afton! “ Ms. Landerson called at him.

William waved and started down the stairs “If he tries to pull anymore shit take measures, theres a monkey backpack harness in his bag.”

#michael afton #william afton #slightly wholesome afton family #(​i dont usually do that lol) #fnaf #five nights at freddys #afton family #fnaf headcanons #lex's teeny writings

[fandomwritingbit]

A Random Act of Kindness.

michael afton x afab reader

A/n: Wanted to do something for Mike because even though Will is my cup of tea, Mike is a hot chocolate that I’m sometimes partial to. Reader is the dominant one in interactions, Mike following her/your lead, enjoy!

No warnings, it’s fluff and bad flirting lmao but if you squint Michael is kinda obsessed

You know, he saw you every damn day.

Driving home from the pizzeria slap-bang in the middle of the rush-hour traffic, Michael would find himself watching you walking home in his rear-view, then in front as he remained stationary for well too bloody long. Sometimes he’d be there for ages queuing up, resisting the urge to be a knob and just pull a U-ie to get the heck out of dodge, like he’d seen a fair few do. But to be honest he liked watching you walk down the road. 

It's not just that you’re pretty and he was being a perv, it was just something about how you walked. Like you owned the street or some shit, confident as any teen in full underarmour, a proper billy big bollocks. 

He concluded after the first few times that you must work somewhere nearby. Some kind of salesperson, judging by the suit and overconfidence. The smug smile, too. One time he’d seen you cross the road during the stand-still, and some silly cock in front of him honked, it made no sense, you weren’t inconveniencing them in any way, but they slammed it on like you were trying to cross the M25. His own brow fell in confusion as he watched you stop right in front of their car, raising your hands into a shrug. A damn-near contagious smirk of disbelief on your face. You stood in front long enough for it to be awkward before walking off, still smirking away, and he liked you for that, he would never have the confidence to do that kind of thing.

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Now was no different. Oh except for the rain, which was mental, pelting hard against his window. He’d just missed it, luckily, so his umbrella sat in the footwell dry as a bone. But longer into his drive, it picked up bad. As such, he didn’t expect to see you walking. 

When he saw you, wet-through with your air matted to your skin, your blazer limp with wet, he laughed. God, you poor thing, it looked bloody brutal. Still managing to walk well directly against the pelting rain, he did notice that you were walking with a pressed-lipped smile, clearly amused at your own sorry state. But as he watched you gain on him, he glanced at the umbrella on the floor. He didn’t need it, but then again, neither did you. It was much too late.  

Yet as you get closer to his vehicle, the traffic remains completely rooted which causes him to feel an increasing itch to shout you over. When you finally caught his position, the urge was overwhelming. He wanted to help, be your knight in shining armour, and all that... Well, to be honest, he just wanted to talk to you, you're almost a celebrity to him.

You were so distracted trying to keep the rain out of your eyes and your hair from engulfing your face, that the car window in front of you rolling down was nothing. As was the hand jammed out trying to wave at you, completely missed. It was only when the man inside the vehicle called out that you looked to the side, a certain gesture already crossing your mind. For fuck’s sake, it was Baltic out and you're wet through, talking to some ponce wasn't an attractive thought.

But when he calls out again, you hiss a plethora of insults as you walk over to his window, you’d better recognise him or some shit, if you don’t he’ll have hell to pay. Who the fuck would cat call in this type of weather? 

You bend at the waist to peer inside the car, brows instantly narrowing when you realise that his guy is a stranger. 

He’s about to speak but you get there first, “Do I know you?” Your tone is on the line between rude and enquiring, largely because you’re still being pelted by the rain. 

 “No. Look sorry, you look tortured. Can I give you my umbrella?” It takes him a bit too long to get the words out, nervous to be actually talking to you. When he finishes the question and gestures to the item on the passenger-side floor, you straight up laugh.

“I think it’s a bit late for that.” you chuckle, lifting your arms to demonstrate how the water ran off you. 

Man, he felt like an idiot, he knew you’d say that but couldn’t help but ask, now he looks damned stupid. “Yeah, sorry. I just thought, I’d offer...” he pauses, internally debating whether to say the next bit, deciding to go for it to kill the awkward silence. “I’d happily give you a lift but you’d be pretty stupid to get in my car- not because I’m dangerous or anything! I-”

He stops talking when you continue laughing, more than amused by his rambling, a small respite in this damned weather. Honestly, who was this guy? He’s clearly shy as hell, can’t even meet your eye without blushing. 

“I got what you meant and no, I wouldn’t get in a stranger’s car. But... I think it was nice of you to offer. Provided you don’t want to murder me.” He manages a self-deprecating smile, thank God you were being so nice to him. “Still, looking at this traffic, I’ll probably get home before you.” 

He sighs, still looking close to devastated. “Sorry to stop you, I didn’t mean to waste your time.” 

“Weirdly, I’m okay with it.” You say, grinning with disbelief, you were ready to give him a mouthful a few moments ago, but seeing how embarrassed he looked was kind of cute, it clearly took all his bollocks and then some to shout you over… To be fair this fella was cute in general, with his messy hair and pretty blue eyes. “Well, wouldn’t want to miss your light. See you uh... Mike” 

When you said his name butterflies invaded his stomach, and it took him a minute to figure out how you knew it, only revealed by the ducking of your head to read his name tag. “Yeah uh, see you...” he went silent hoping you would fill in the blank and tell him your name, he’d just love to put a name to your celebrity. 

Lifting your lapel slightly, you let him read your own name tag and he smiles. A big genuine smile that makes you drop your cock-sure smirk for one of your own. He is bloody cute.

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Since your meet-cute, Michael found himself doubly looking for you every evening when he drove home from work, each time practically bouncing in his seat. No longer was it solely him admiring your form and swagger. Now you reciprocated, picking his licence plate out among the stationary vehicles to give him a wave or come over for a, albeit brief, chat. 

He couldn’t quite believe it, if he told his friends he would be met with giggling, it was nothing really, just an acquaintanceship with someone, but to him it was something special. And he hoped it was for you as well.

~ 

“Hey, y/n!” he called out, a little over a week later, already involuntarily smiling before you came over to his window. He waited till you were properly in ear shot before continuing. “You alright?” 

You oblige him absolutely beaming, you bend to look into the car, “I, Mike, am absolutely brilliant. Yourself?” 

He chuckles, “Yeah okay, clearly not in as good a mood as you. Something good happened?” 

“Just landed a huge account at work.” You jump to tell him, pride very evident, “I can’t wait to go back to my flat and tell the empty rooms all about it.” You giggle. 

Grinning, he congratulates you, trying to keep the heat from his cheeks, "Not going out to celebrate?” 

“Not unless you’re offering.” You look at him through your eyelashes and he swears that if you keep your gaze like that his heart was going to jump out of his chest. “...Cos I would say yes, you know.” 

Sweet lord, he has to work to keep his excitement buried. You had just, very cockily, asked him out. Like out out. To have a drink. With you. He tries not to pounce all over his answer. “Yeah, I mean, yes. I’m free, if you want to go for a drink or something?” 

You let yourself smile again as he stammered over his words. “Lovely... So are we going now? Cos you’ll have to unlock your door to let me in.” His eyes go wide a little as he rushes to press the button that would do as you asked, still reeling from excitement as you open his car door. 

“...We’ll uh be waiting ages to get out of this street, what with the rush hour.” 

“Doesn’t matter, gives us a chance to get to know each other properly.” You speak as you fasten your seatbelt, placing your briefcase in the footwell. Then you turn to your date, “Plus if it wasn’t for the traffic I wouldn’t have met you, can’t complain too much.”

#fnaf #michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #afab reader #fnaf michael afton

[furaflictedhost]

Afton Family Stupidity

~Thunderstorm~

The drive home was not a long one. Winter called for the sun to set far earlier than usual, so by the time William was able to go home it was dark.

Rain pattered down on the windshield, sending sparks of light across the windshield with every passing streetlamp. It was quiet for the short drive, and he hummed softly to himself, not bothering with the radio. He complacently watched the cars around him, a sense of ease settling into him after a long day.

A low rumble like the sky startled him from his calm. He listened closely, and when it happened again, he intensely focused on the road. He had something to attend to.

The moment he was home, he made a mad dash for the front door, raindrops nipping at him every step of the way. Leaning heavily against the front door, William took a deep breath, and flopped down on the bench beside him.

“Hey, hon! How was work?”

Poking her head around the doorframe, Mrs Afton greeted her husband with her usual bright grin. He waved, wrestling with the knot in his shoelaces with his other hand. 

“It was alright. I narrowly dodged the downpour.”

Shucking off his shoes, William headed for the living room, and snagged the cushions off the couch. Clara watched her husband tear apart the couch set up, and tilted her head upwards to listen. Upon hearing the clash of thunder, she understood. 

Setting the cushions up carefully off to one side, William gathered as many pillows from around the room as possible, even borrowing from other rooms. After a quick but sturdy setup, he threw a quilt over the whole thing, and added chairs around the perimeter for support.

Sometimes being an engineer meant being able to construct a really awesome pillow fort. 

After ensuring his set up was sturdy, he headed up the stairs, and poked his head into his youngest’s room. Thunder was one of the things that Evan had no fear of. Regardless, He often joined them in the pillow fort. 

The room was devoid of life, but all of the plushies had been snagged from their spaces, and the quilt from the bed was mysteriously tucked under. Evan had likely escaped to his favored hiding place.

Kneeling, William lifted the edge of the blanket. He was met with a wide eyed stare, and Foxy staring at him, sitting as a guard at the end of the bed. Wordlessly, Evan crawled out from under the bed at the sight of his father, grabbing a few of his fluffy friends as he went. William smirked, amused by his son’s appearance from the void underneath his bed, and beckoned for him to follow.

“Come on, Let us go find your sister.”

When he poked his head in, Elizabeth was perched on her bed, eyes squeezed shut and hands clasped over her headphones as she tried to block out the noise. Approaching slowly, William sat down next to her, and gently put his hands over hers. Her green eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, bottom lip quivering. She slowly took off her headphones, and took her father’s hand.

“Hi, Daddy…”

She spoke quietly, voice shaky from crying. He smiled reassuringly, and she latched onto him, pulling herself close to his chest. Gently, he patted her on the back of the head, smoothing back her hair. 

“Hello, little one. I have constructed a pillow fort. How about you and Evan head downstairs, and I’ll meet you there?”

Lizzy looked up at him, seeming hesitant. 

“Your mother is making hot chocolate.”

That seemed to give her enough incentive. She nodded, climbed off her bed, taking her brother’s hand. After they had headed downstairs, he looked down the hall at his eldest child’s room.

Michael had been terrified of thunder since he was little, running to hide at the first sign of a storm. The pillow fort had started with him, as the fluffy fortress seemed to distract him from the fear. He refused to come join them last time, declaring himself too old for his father’s attempts to soothe him. Perhaps if he extended the offer, he would come join them?

The door to his room was ajar, and he had his blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders. He shook, staring at the window blankly, watching the raindrops slide down the glass. With every crash of thunder, he flinched, and gripped the blanket tighter.

A gentle tapping on the door frame brought his attention back to the moment. He looked over his shoulder to see his father silhouetted in the doorway. 

“Hey there, sport.”

Gripping the blanket tighter, Michael looked down, and then back to the window. He opened his mouth to respond, but a crash of thunder forced a squeak out of him in place of the words. William stepped forward, intent to comfort him, but stopped. Michael had asked him not to in the past. 

“We have built a pillow fort downstairs. You are welcome to join us if you would like.”

Michael looked like he wanted to respond, perhaps an angry retort, but the words never left him. His face screwed up, brows furrowing, but then fell to an apprehensive frown. 

“You do not have to if you do not want to.”

At the reassurance from his father, Michael’s face fell to a frightened stare. He desperately wanted to retain the image he’d cultivated, the bad boy who didn’t need his parents. However, at that moment he didn’t feel that confidence. He felt like a small child, listening to the roar of a monster outside. Rising to his feet shakily, Michael dragged the blanket with him, and walked over to his father. 

As they walked downstairs, Michael pulled the blanket tight around him, almost tripping his father with how close he was following behind. William ushered his son into the pillow fort, where Evan and Elizabeth were waiting with Clara. 

Michael settled down next to his mother, and Clara handed him a mug of hot chocolate, ruffling his hair affectionately. She adjusted the blanket around her son, so it wasn’t falling off his shoulders. William sat down next to them, and began fiddling with the lamp.

Evan scooted closer to his brother, a determined look on his face. After shuffling around in his stuffed animal pile, he firmly placed his Foxy plush on his brother’s lap. With a shaky smile, Mike adjusted the Foxy plush with his free hand. 

“Thanks Squirt.”

Evan nodded, and planted himself next to Michael, putting his head on his shoulder. Clara wrapped her arm around both of them, holding her sons close. Elizabeth quickly clambered over, and snuggled up to her mom.

At some point, William turned on the television, allowing the melody of Fredbear and Friends to dull the silence and distract from the fear. The thunder continued to crash outside, but Michael could barely hear it. He felt like a small kid again, and for the moment, he didn’t mind. 

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[angelofrainfrogs]

Going Back: Ch. 20

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn. 

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once. 

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined. 

Rating: T

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Michael walked into the Pizzaplex that night with a sense of determination. While scouring the camera footage for the Smiths, he couldn’t help but notice another pattern of odd behavior: Ennard constantly traveling to and from the basement. Normally Michael wouldn’t give this a second thought, but the amalgamation was going there a lot—more so than ever before. The seasoned night guard couldn’t shake the feeling that the animatronic was up to something… and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

Thus, after checking in with Sammy, Michael’s first stop in his rounds was the Daycare. Charlie joined him to check on her “little sister,” though Freddy and Gregory seemed to have other plans and had parted ways on arrival. Mari and Sun were playing as usual, but Ennard was noticeably absent.

“Hey guys!” Mike greeted, though his piercing eyes scanned the room looking for anything amiss. “Where’s the third part of your trio?”

Mari clamped her mouth closed. She knew exactly what Ennard was up to, yet she’d been sworn to secrecy. Sun knew she was a horrible liar, and as the night guard caught them playing tea party Mari raised her pastel plastic cup to her mouth.

“Mikey—” she yipped, speaking into her cup before taking a frantic pretend sip. “—you’re here a little earlier than we expected! Ennard’s… Out? I think they’re in the vents.” Though she sounded unsure, like she was making excuses without really knowing the full extent of what was happening.

“Sun?” Mari asked across the table, lowering her tiny cup to her mismatched saucer. Batting her eyes, she silently asked Sun to help cover for their friend. “Did they tell you were they were heading?”

They may have mentioned something about intercepting Freddy and Gregory on their little adventure to come help them… Not that Mari would know.

“No idea!” Sun said, shaking his head. He mimed Mari’s action of taking a sip of tea, though it was a bit disconcerting when the plastic cup clinked against his wide grin. “I’m sure they’ll be back later! Do you guys want to play a game?!”

“I’ve got to finish my rounds—I’ll check back in a few hours though,” Michael replied, his expression growing even more suspicious. The pair were hiding something, he was sure of it… maybe he could get some insight on the cameras. Turning to leave, he waved over his shoulder: “Maybe Charlie wants to stick around? Or you can come with—I’m fine either way.”  

“I have to help Sammy out with some paperwork biz—learning the new job and all that,” Charlie replied with a shrug. She’d love to hang out with all of them, but tonight seemed a little tight schedule-wise.

“I get it…,” Mari sighed out, visibly deflating. “We’ll see you both later.”

“I’ll walk with you to the offices,” Charlie offered, holding out her arm for Michael to hook his through. As they passed the threshold of the Daycare exit, Michael glanced up to a nearby vent.

“Ennard’s up to something,” he answered Charlie’s unspoken question. “When we were looking over the footage last night to get rid of the Smiths, I saw them going back and forth to the basement all night. I thought maybe they were trying to help with the plan, but… they weren’t a part of it.”

Not that he was complaining about that—if Ennard was involved, the Smiths would definitely have perished.

Charlie walked along with Michael, silently soaking in what he was saying. Now she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Being truthful to her best friend was really important to her... yet despite Ennard’s plan being outwardly benign, she wondered if it'd make Mike angrier to tell him now or wait for the reveal as planned? 

“Are you sure it’s something bad?” Charlie asked, not quite skeptical, but not jumping to conclusions about Ennard’s intentions. “I’ve seen them talking to Dad a lot lately. Maybe they’re just keeping each other company?”

The look on Mike’s face told Charlie everything she needed to know. He wasn’t going to drop this tonight. Who knows, Charlie thought; Ennard could be halfway through their “plan” by now. After a short sigh, she remarked good-naturedly: “If you’re not going to drop it, I’ll help you investigate.”

Someone had to be there when Mike eventually flipped his shit anyway.

“…Thanks, Charlie.” Michael offered her a little smile, amiably nudging her shoulder with his own. If there was anyone in the world he felt comfortable sharing his concerns with, it was her. With a little sigh, he looked to the vent again. “I’m just worried they’re plotting something. I know Uncle Henry and everyone else in this damn place doesn’t think they’re a threat, but I just can’t trust them. And they’ve been saying some weird, cryptic shit lately and I have no idea what it means, but every time I press them they just make things more confusing…”

He looked to Charlie then, his eyes holding a hint of genuine fear. “I think they might be thinking of trying to get a new body. Like… like how they got mine.”

Charlie had been well aware of this rising tension. With it all laid out in front of her straight from Michael’s anxious thought-train she could easily see how it was causing him a great deal of fear not knowing what Ennard was up to.

“You don't know that for sure, Mike,” she said, walking up the stairs to the main security hub. Sam would be patient with Charlie’s absences and delays, knowing that she was the unofficial babysitter to all the ghosts. “We should try to find their last location on the cameras. Then we’ll go and see what they’ve been doing.”

“Yeah… you’re right,” Michael relented with a nod. He took a seat in the chair, swiveling it 360 degrees before settling in front of the monitors. He flashed a grin over his shoulder, gesturing for Charlie to come closer. “Help me scope them out, will you?”

***

Down below the Pizzaplex where no cameras could be found, Ennard was indeed talking to Henry. They were in the ghost’s workshop, standing around Henry’s latest creation. Gregory and Freddy had been summoned down as well, and the quartet examined the sleeping android with great interest.

“Okay, Ennard, last chance: any more changes, or are you happy with this model?” Henry asked the amalgamation. “I can always alter things later, though it’ll be a more laborious process.”

Gregory, who'd never minded being near Ennard that much, was currently helping them peel away those grimy unwashed carpet samples they wore everywhere. All the while, Ennard meticulously scanned over their newest body to host.

“IT IS M-MORE THAN PERFECT…,” they insisted. As normal as a form as could be without sacrificing too much for some stylistic choices. “THANK YOU ALL FOR HELPING US…”

Ennard commemorated the moment by actually bending to give Gregory a limp hug—knowing they weren’t exactly the cuddliest, but still craving to show appreciation. Patting their arm a bit awkwardly and holding a cable in his free hand, Gregory escorted them to the charging pod.

“Dude, whatever to get my brother to stop worrying about you trying to kill people,” the young programmer said with a friendly shrug. After plugging into a power and datalink outport on Ennard’s arm, Gregory told them: “You’re going to get a restart prompt. Accept it and I’ll begin the download…”

Ennard did so eagerly as Gregory quietly closed the door on the pod. No longer would they have to fear breaking down or becoming the deadly thing they used to be. This was a fresh start for them; a new identity. They closed their eyes, collectively agreeing to transfer over as their power drained into the android on the ground.

“Man I hope this works,” Henry murmured, biting his nails in a rare show of genuine uncertainty.

“It did for myself and Mari,” Freddy pointed out, placing a comforting hand on Henry’s back. His creator needed to understand what a miracle he’d built, to transfer AIs with consciousnesses into bodies that suited them.

“Yes, but we’ve never tried it with multiple animatronics at once…,” the ghost retorted, and Freddy conceded that he was right about that fact. Even so—

“I think it is a success, Henry; look!” With a hushed exclamation, as if afraid to startle their freshly-transferred friend, Freddy pointed to Ennard’s android as it twitched a finger.

Ennard’s face twitched to life, nose scrunching as new sensations with realistic appendages allowed them a full scope of their surroundings. Their audio systems managed to boot up just in time to hear Gregory’s victorious shout.

“IT’S ALIVE!” he proclaimed, excitedly skipping over to examine Ennard a bit closer. “Henry—they’re so cool looking! I like the asymmetrical eyes…”

Ennard swallowed, feeling a bit under the microscope, but not uncomfortably so. The eyes in question—one blue, one a bright hazel bordering on gold—scanned over the room, taking everything in from the new perspective. Unfurling their lanky limbs, they got up from the floor and dusted themselves off. Base model repurposed from one of Henry's previous creations that was no longer needed by its intended host, the mechanic had been happy to add some more height to the limbs and remold the facial prosthetic to custom order.

“Only one thing left to do now…” Ennard’s voice was surprisingly calm and smooth. No stutters or skips in their speech now that everything was new and well-tuned, nor garbled static feedback now that consciousnesses had finally become one (for the most part).

“Firstly, thank you, Henry. I feel much better now.” They worked on rolling their sleeves up and down, trying to find a comfortable middle ground on where they liked the fabric to hang. “Freddy? Will you and Gregory help me find Michael? I’d like to see him now!”

Despite the excitement peeking through their words, Ennard’s face was still rather static—like Mari, there would be a learning curve in learning the finer mechanics of how to use their facial muscles.  

“Of course we will!” Freddy replied without hesitation, a huge smile on his face. This was such a wonderful development! He just hoped Michael appreciated it as much as the rest of them.

“Congrats, Ennard—your new life starts now!” Henry laughed, stepping forward now that the android was officially up and running. The ghost moved slowly, not wanting to spook them as they got used to the new sensations. Ennard certainly had the biggest adjustment from his old form—arguably more than Freddy, since there was more than one soul-bonded AI in there that had to get along to make this work. Taking Ennard’s hand, Henry turned it over in his own.

“You look good, but let me know if you have any problems, okay? Also—” His expression became strained and he gave the hand a little squeeze of both reassurance and warning. “—take it easy with Mike. You know we kept this a secret for a reason. He’s… probably still not going to react well, but he’ll get used to it in time.”

“We will be right there with you,” Freddy reassured, reaching up to pat Ennard’s back. Now that the android was upright, Freddy realized he now had some competition in the height department. Of course, nothing like Ennard’s previous form, but that was obviously a feature the bot couldn't bear to part with.  

“Yeah, luckily you have plenty of backup,” Henry added, almost feeling like he was sending one of his kids off to a playdate for the first time. “Good luck.”

“We’ll try our best not to frighten him,” Ennard assured. An odd, simulated feeling of being touched rippled through the synthetic nerve endings on their hand. It caused them to flex involuntarily, and Ennard’s mouth pulled up into a lopsided smile.

“Well, would you look at that…,” they marveled, experimentally scrunching their eyebrows while focusing where Henry’s and their palms met. Ennard tested their grip, lightly holding on for a second or so. Then they let go and turned to Gregory and Freddy. “We’ll follow your lead.”

***

Armed with flashlights and their walkie-talkies, Charlie and Mike trekked towards the backrooms. With Mike clearly on edge now that he saw Gregory and Freddy follow Ennard down into the depths of the basement, Charlie resisted the urge to sigh.

“I’m sure they’re fine,” she reminded her scowling friend. “Freddy would be flipping out if Gregory was hurt—Mari too, probably.”

“I know, but…” Michael let out a frustrated sigh. Something was going down that he wasn’t privy to, and it made him extremely antsy. Of course he trusted Freddy to keep Gregory safe, but the former bear was also a bit too amiable for his own good—especially when it came to other animatronics. Ennard had wormed their way into Freddy’s heart since day one, and Michael had a feeling he and Gregory could be coerced by the animatronic to do quite a few things.

As they neared the entrance to the basement, Michael caught sight of movement. He thrust out his arm to stop Charlie in her tracks, narrowing his eyes as he took in the figures. Freddy, Gregory… and an unknown. Tall, with jaggedly cut, soft white hair that trailed down their neck in what could only be described as a random set of layers. Wearing a sort of floaty expression, the person looked around the Pizzaplex with clear fascination in their mismatched eyes.

“Who the fuck is that?” Michael snipped, the hairs in the back of his neck standing on edge.

This was weird. Super weird. Why the hell were they walking around with a stranger?

And why hadn’t Freddy called or texted him about it?

Gregory didn’t seem to take notice of either Charlie or Michael as they ducked behind a corner for quick recon. However, the heterochromatic gaze of the unknown interloper had peered down the narrow hall at the sight of movement.

“So what are you gonna do first as a person?” Gregory asked in a curious manner, taking notes on how Ennard was adjusting to having a real face. Attention was brought back to the boy, they touched a hand underneath their chin in thought.

“I think I should like to try ice cream,” Ennard remarked quietly, attempting to blink in the synchronized way that humans often did. It didn’t come naturally or automatically at first—which was probably why Ennard never saw Mari blink much, either. This didn’t stop a smile from crinkling the corners of their eyes. “Cotton Candy looked like a good flavor to start with…”

Charlie squinted in the darkness, barely able to relate the person walking with their family to the blueprints her father showed her. 

“Only one way to find out—” she whispered, content to let Michael hide while she jumped out and called down the hallway. “Fred! Gregory! What are you guys doing?!”

She noticed how the stranger’s glance snapped to her before she even yelled—almost like they knew she was there from the start.  

“Charlie! God damn it—” Michael hissed, quick to follow. He grasped Charlie’s hand and gently tugged her to stand behind him. His eyes narrowed at the stranger, taking them in. At first glance, they seemed pretty normal—nothing outwardly amiss from a physical standpoint. However, the more Michael stared the more off they seemed.

The way they swayed ever-so-slightly in place.

The clear excitement spreading across their face as they stared at Michael with that unblinking gaze.

Those mismatched eyes—

“Oh.” The word escaped Michael’s lips in an exhale. His breathing hitched, speeding up as he started to tremble. “Oh… oh no…”

He knew those eyes. Somehow, he just knew there was only one creature that could possibly be behind them. Michael pressed a hand over his mouth as if he was about to be sick.

“Ennard… what did you do?” he asked in a soft voice. Then, Michael’s entire stance shifted to one of absolute rage. “What the fuck did you DO?! WHO IS THAT?!”

Ennard’s shoulders flew up instinctively, shrinking at Mike’s harsh words. Confusion, then some slight offense taken at the accusation formed silently over their face. Though Ennard wasn’t an idiot; they understood exactly why Michael thought they’d hurt someone else…

“It’s me!” Ennard attempted to say, hands up in surrender. “The body’s mine! Please don’t be mad with me, Mike; I just couldn’t stand living in the shadows anymore. I didn’t hurt anyone…”

Gregory stepped forward, standing between them. He still didn't have the full context for why Mike freaked out at the idea of Ennard's new form, but that explanation was absolutely horrible for calming the guard's nerves.

“Ennard’s telling the truth. Watch!” Gregory stressed, turning their latest addition to the android army around and pulling Ennard to kneel at the floor. They seemed obediently pliable to Gregory’s touch, perhaps not wanting to appear resistant for fear of stoking Mike’s ire. Despite any protests Mike may have about the pair making contact, Gregory lifted the flap of skin on the back of Ennard's neck to show a familiar set of input and output ports.  

For a moment, all Michael could do was stand there as a wave of rage-filled confusion settled over him. Ennard was now… an android?

“So… that’s just a robot,” Michael said slowly, trying to process everything. He had the strongest desire to wrench Gregory away, but Freddy seemed perfectly content to let his son handle the creature. Well, Michael supposed Ennard wasn’t really a creature anymore. Now they were just as "human" as the rest of them. Michael groaned, raking a stressed hand down his face. “For fuck’s sake, why didn’t you tell me? I thought they’d—I thought someone got hurt.”

“We are sorry we kept it from you, Michael,” Freddy apologized, holding a hand out and helping Ennard to their feet. He then linked their arms together, showing that they truly weren’t a threat. “We planned to reintroduce them with a bit more, ah… tact, but you surprised us.”

Gregory shrugged, looking up to Michael with an honest expression of remorse “I just found out the plan the other day. But I figured you'd be pissed either way. We were still going to tell you.”

Ennard’s eyes and mouth pinched into a smile as they leaned into Freddy, comfortable and happy to be accepted into the group by the friendliest member so far. Though Ennard kept their eyes ahead, gauging Michael’s reaction with cautious hope. “What do you think, Mikey? I don’t have to stay in the vents anymore! ...Right?”

Michael heaved a sigh. Gregory had a point—he’d be upset with anything involving Ennard, that was just a fact. Admittedly, he felt bad putting his family in such an uncomfortable position, but if they knew what he’d been through at the hands of that thing… well, they’d probably be a little more wary. Still, it was clear that Freddy and Gregory were perfectly content with Ennard’s new form. Really, taking a good look at it Michael realized they could do far less potential damage than in their old state.

“No, obviously you don’t have to stay in the vents,” Michael snapped with a bit more venom than he meant. “It’d be even harder to explain why a ‘person’ was crawling around in there.”

Tentatively, Michael stepped closer—not quite within hugging range, but near enough to check out the android in more detail. As usual, Henry’s work was impressive; no one would think the person standing in front of them was anything more than a normal human.

Like Mari, they could stand to blink just a little more. Ennard’s gaze raked over Mike’s face, actually beaming when he told them they could finally come out with the general public (at least, that was the long-term goal). Still inclined to try and get into Michael’s good graces they put out a hand, encroaching into Mike’s personal bubble as they waited to shake on it.

“We’re sorry we didn’t tell you. We were… sort of afraid about your reaction,” they said with some regret. After realizing Michael wasn’t going to touch them, Ennard instead used their hand to brush away pale locks of hair from their face. “We promise to try and be on our best behavior.”

With their tone of voice, it was hard to tell if Ennard was being facetious or mocking. Though judging by their excited shaking in Michael’s presence, they truly meant every word they said.

“I think you should totally still climb around the vents,” Gregory laughed, then looked to Mike. “We had to figure out how to get all their personalities to download. Ennard, if you feel like you’re lagging, tell me; I can get you a better processor.”

Ennard smiled, kneeling down to meet Gregory eye to eye and patting an appreciative palm over his hair. “You’ve helped us a lot already. We’ll take it from here, Gregory.”

“So… what are you going to do now that you look like us?” Michael asked with a raised eyebrow. “Because if you think you’re sticking with me every night that's a definite no—although I’m watching you tonight to make sure you don’t glitch out or something…”

Freddy smiled as Mike took on the role of begrudging babysitter. Clasping just hands behind his back, Freddy peered at Ennard questioningly. “I believe they mentioned something about getting ice cream? Although I know Sun and Mari would love to see the new you, Ennard.”

Ennard was shaking again. Tonight, for the first time in a while, they could hang out alone with Michael. They missed their little one-sided chats, as there was only so much the guy could say after Ennard unintentionally and partially paralyzed the guy’s vocal chords. Then again, their own speech had been stunted for a time, too. Up until recently, Ennard found themselves unable to fully articulate themselves. Maybe tonight would be their chance to explain everything to their friend.

“If you take me to get ice cream, I’ll go right back to the Daycare!” Ennard suggested as a deal. They smirked, wryly holding their arms behind their back, the somewhat unnatural posing making them seem vaguely suspicious. “Mari, Sun, and I can finally hang around in plain sight, too. Won’t that be nice? Especially with the part—”

Ennard stopped themselves, glancing to their shoes and voice cracking as they remembered they couldn’t mention the upcoming festivities. “—time job I’ll be applying for in the Pizzaplex.” 

“Okay… okay fine,” Michael sighed, looking around the expectant crew. He was still annoyed at the turn this night had taken, but at least Ennard was a familiar threat unlike the Smiths. If Ennard acted up, Michael could deal with it easily. “We get you some ice cream and then I drop you off at the Daycare because I have to do some work tonight.”

The schedule wasn’t up for debate. Stomping a little harder than usual, Michael began walking towards Bonnie Bowl where the ice cream parlor was. As he passed by Ennard he grabbed one of their arms and dragged them along, getting out some of his frustration with this simple action. “Let’s go.”

The others waved them off, Charlie whispering to Freddy with some concern in her voice. “How long do you think before Mike tries to dismantle them?”

To Ennard, Michael’s tough grip on their arm only came off as assertively friendly. Tugged forward and made unsteady by the sudden upkeep in their pace, Ennard eventually latched an arm around Mike's in return. Ennard could keep a better reign on him like this anyway; there were important things to discuss before the guard could slip away.

Instead of going straight for the tough topics, Ennard asked in an upbeat attitude: “What’s your favorite ice cream, Mikey?”

After all, in case they turned out to hate cotton candy, Ennard wanted a backup. Meanwhile, Michael’s phone buzzed, the family group chat going off with an alert from Charlie.

so does anyone else think Ennard looks a little like David Bowie now??? or is it just me?

“Huh?” Michael was currently distracted by checking his phone with one hand while trying not to shove Ennard away from where they clung. As he read Charlie’s comment he paused, holding Ennard still for a moment while he looked them up and down.

“Oh my god… she’s so right,” he muttered, unhooking his arm so he could type back his agreement. Only after slipping the phone back in his pocket did he fully register Ennard’s question.

“My favorite ice cream?” Michael’s brow furrowed, trying to remember. “Um… chocolate, I think.”

A wistful smile crossed his face as he recalled trips to the ice cream parlor with Lizzie and Evan. Cotton candy was his sister’s favorite and it’d grown on him over the years as a close second, too. With a raised eyebrow, he addressed Ennard again. “Why? Trying to figure out what you’d like?”

Ennard smiled, dimples forming in their cheeks as they answered Michael back. “I remember when they sold it at the restaurant. I always wanted to try the cotton candy flavored one... I’ll try all of them eventually.”

Ennard was pretty giddy and unable to hide it with their incessant fidgeting. They missed their more fluid state, being able to spill through small areas and change their shape to will. Though Ennard saw this as a fair trade off; a small price to pay to be able to walk freely amongst the living. Entering the parlor, Ennard broke away from Michael to go look at the flavors protected under a case. There, they tapped the glass with enthusiasm and almost psychotic happiness.

Michael watched Ennard curiously as they ran through the bowling area. They were forced to move completely differently in this new body, yet somehow it was clear they were still Ennard. When they frantically started tapping on the glass, Michael gave a resigned sigh and went behind the counter. The usual service bots were turned off for the night to conserve power and Bonnie was MIA, so there was no one around to serve ice cream but the two of them.

“Cone or cup—you know what, never mind,” Michael said, realizing that since Ennard had never actually eaten before, the less messy he could make this the better. Flipping up the plastic covering to the freezer, Michael grabbed a nearby ice cream scoop and rolled one ball of cotton candy up, soon placing it in a little paper cup. With the added touch of a plastic spoon, he reached over the counter to hand it to fresh android. “You’ve seen people eat, but in case you need a refresher you pick up the spoon, get a little ice cream on it, put it in your mouth, then swallow it. Don’t just… let it sit there. Got it?”

Ennard gratefully took the little dish. Firstly, they could already kind of smell the frozen treat, which was a new sensation they were still getting used to. It wasn't anything they could compare to before, as their functionality in their designs never involved the need for aromatic sensors. Despite the cool, air conditioned parlor's climate control, the ice cream beaded up slightly before they even got a chance to try it. So with eyes wide and unwilling to waste the frozen treat that Mike so nicely procured for them, they began their feast.

To no surprise, Ennard didn't eat ice cream like a normal person either. The bit the sweet, sectioning off a large chunk in their mouth and chewing as if it were mostly solid. Ennard found the flavor to be above excellent—with a thankfully soft texture. When they swallowed the first taste, it looked as though they just recently had an epiphany.

“We didn't expect ice cream to be this... wet. That's strange,” they remarked with an easygoing smile. “It's good, though!”

Michael had been staring at Ennard with a look of mild concern as they figured out how to handle the sweet. Of course they ate it like a weirdo—though Mike really hadn’t expected anything less. At least they took his advice with regards to how to get the food to stay in their system.

“Uh… yeah,” Mike responded, his brain trying to process that this “person” in front of him was the same thing that’d so brutally murdered him all those years ago. His lip curled slightly at the odd description. Ennard was still a little crazy, that’s for sure. But they were also, if one squinted... maybe a little nice?

Mike didn’t know if this was just some latent shock from the body transfer, Ennard trying to win his favor with good behavior, or if this was just… them, finally coalesced into one being.

The guard had to remind himself that Ennard didn’t start out being the stalking, psychotic abomination that tore him to shreds. It’d been a combination of latent Remnant and abuse from the technicians that sparked their desire to be free—not to mention the influence of children’s souls that left an invisible but potent residue.

Did this mean Mike would suddenly forgive them now that they could start acting more like a human?

Of course not. But maybe he didn’t have to be so aggressive all the time.

Grabbing a tiny white tasting spoon, he opened the ice cream case again and got a sampling of chocolate, which he held out over the counter. “Here—try this next.”

Excite by Michael's sudden willingness to share, Ennard smiled with teeth that seemed just a little too pointed to be considered natural. Another personal design choice—a trait that the robot collective simply could not part with. Instead of taking the tiny testing spoon, Ennard leaned their tall, wiry frame over the top of the counter and stick their mouth at the end of the spoon. When they pulled back, there were gnawing marks on the plastic utensil.

“That's chocolate?! Man, have we been missing out!” It was incredible, nearly indescribable with the happiness it provided.

“Ugh!” Michael reeled back, face twisted in surprised disgust. Trust Ennard to do something freaky just when Michael was kind of starting to get used to them. “Don’t do that! If someone hands you something, you take it.”

God, he’d have to teach Ennard a lot more about being human than he initially thought. Well, no—Charlie was going to help. He was not about to spend every waking moment with this thing by his side.

“Also—” Michael narrowed his eyes, having noticed the strangeness of their teeth. “—I’ve got to know: how much of… this—” He gestured from top to bottom of Ennard’s new android. “—was your choice and how much was Henry’s?”

Ennard was wholly nonplussed by Michael's reaction to them. After all, it wasn't anything far from their normal interactions. They were just happy to hang out and answer Michael's questions; finally, they could converse uninterrupted and with a clear voice box.

“A considerable amount! The hair, eyes, skin... Henry would ask our opinion on things, and then we’d tell him exactly the direction to take.” Ennard tilted their head. “Do you like it? I think it's an improvement. More... approachable this way now. I'd like to start being a people's person.”

“It’s, uh… different, that’s for sure,” Michael, roaming over Ennard’s features with a critical eye. Still, he had to concede— “Not nearly as freaky as your old form, so at least you’ve got that going for you.”

With a little sigh, Michael slouched forward and leaned his arms on the countertop.

“Look… you just make me nervous, Ennard,” Michael admitted in a serious tone. “I just can’t trust you after what you and Liz did to me—I mean, that was literally life-altering.” He grimaced, staring towards the floor though his vision was far off in the past. “I… I know why you did it—at least, I think I do—and I’m… sorry you were made that way. But I can’t risk you hurting someone else, and even if your body is different you’re still you.”

Finally, Michael’s heavy gaze lifted to the robot’s once more. “Your original purpose was to capture and kill children. How do I know you don’t still have those urges?”

Now that their body and its functions had changed, Ennard couldn't help but hide how hurt they looked when Michael told them this. Their fun ice cream time came to a halt fast at the guard's confession.

“We knew this was coming...” With a frown and a stare that met the floor tiles, Ennard sighed, self-soothing by rubbing their arms. “Mike... We get it. You can forgive your sister because... she's your sister.” It was an understanding approach that also called out the hypocrisy they saw at the same time. “And we get that you still don't fully trust us. We don't think we could trust us very fast either.”

Then, their mismatched eyes found the courage to look up to Michael, trying to put their thoughts together. It didn't take long, Ennard's hands gently coming now to rest on the glass of the counter. “We're in a different body now—the old models, it... it was a compulsion to capture kids whether we wanted to or not. We most certainly didn't want to kill children.”

Ennard's line of sight almost looked sharp for a moment, as if Mike’s implication that they’d collectively transferred to a new body simply to kill more was going to set them off. However, Ennard had more self-control than that. The feeling faded as fast as it appeared, no more than a twitch across their face.

“Circus Baby may be gone, but we remember that day... What she felt when your sister came to play with her. She never wanted to perform again after that. It was why he put in those remote controlled shocks...,” Ennard explained, the trauma of speaking about such a thing making their face scrunch in a flinch at the memories.

Mike was waiting for the pin to drop. Watching Ennard with a hawk-eyed gaze, he searched for any sign of deceit in their manner or tone. They’d lied before, and they could do it again.

But, to Michael’s surprise… it honestly seemed like they were telling the truth. If their compulsion to do harm was tied to their physical form, it made sense that getting a new one would essentially eradicate the issue. And they really did sound regretful…

The guard chewed his bottom lip in deep contemplation. Then, slowly, he reached out a hand.

“…Alright,” he said in a strained voice. Never did he think he’d be having this conversation, let alone saying what he was about to. “Fine. I’m calling a truce—for now. You take it easy around new people until you get a handle on acting more human, and I’ll… try to work through some of my own stuff. Deal?”

Whatever Ennard felt for Michael, it certainly wasn't hate. Not long after they started inhabiting his body did they realize that they scooped the wrong man. Their disdain for the technician soon twisted; Michael felt comfortable and familiar to Ennard in a world full of things they didn't understand—but they understood him enough.

Ennard's expression softened, and they moved carefully not to scare the person they considered a friend. Their fingers wrapped gently around Mike's, shaking it as if the man would fall apart at their touch.

“I'll make myself scarce; don't worry,” Ennard said, deciding to try mimicking Michael's blinking pattern. Fourteen times a minute was what they could calculate in their head, and a genuine smile crossed their face. “Please, come by the Daycare whenever you want. Feel free to shout at me, too; I know it makes you happy.”

“What?” Michael quirked a confused eyebrow. “I don't yell at you because I enjoy it—I do it because you annoy the shit out of me!” He pulled his hand back—gently, he was going to try and be gentle—and used it to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I meant what I said when I’d keep an eye on you for the immediate future,” Michael said after a moment, glancing down to make sure all the ice cream fixings were put away. “Besides, Mari basically lives at the Daycare too, so I have to stop by anyway.”

Walking around the counter, Michael gestured for Ennard to follow him. “Speaking of, I’ve got to take you there so I can get back to the office. If you want more food, ask Freddy to bring you a pizza or something—wait.”

Michael stopped in his tracks, a sudden thought occurring that made him glance side-long at the lanky android. “Does Sam know about this? And if so, has he met the new you? I don’t want him running into you and flipping his shit because he thinks another stranger got in…”

Touching their hands to their chest, bunching up their clothes in the process, Ennard claimed: “Sam helped put this all together! Oh, I can't wait for Sun, Moon, and Mari to see me. Their processors are going to explode when they see my... Glow up.”

Ennard shut their eyes, envisioning the praise they’d receive.

“…Of course Sam knows,” Michael muttered with a twinge of annoyance, abruptly starting forward again. He knew Ennard would follow, so he felt no need to check behind him for proof. He rolled his eyes at Ennard’s comment, then lapsed into silence as they moved swiftly to the Daycare. The lights were bright overhead as they entered, and Michael heard the faint jingling of bells.

“Sun? Mari? I’ve got a—”

Gift? Surprise?

“—a something for you!” Michael called from near the entrance to the slide.

“Ooh! What is it, what is it?!” Sun exclaimed, rushing to the edge of the ball pit. Mari was on his shoulders to see better, holding on tight as Sun wriggled excitedly. Spotting the tall figure trailing behind the guard, he let out a gasp. “New friend?!”

Ennard followed on Mike's heels, close but not close enough to touch him and acutely aware of when he stopped and turned. Once inside the Daycare, Mari came rolling out from underneath an arch of stacked cans, rushing to the attendant. She remained wary of the newcomer, sticking to Sun's side like glue as Mike introduced the something that just walked through those doors.

“Wrong!” Ennard shouted, arms open wide and giddy with the reveal of the surprise he had for them. “Old friend! It's us—it’s Ennard!”

“OH MY GOSH! You look incredible!” Mari shrieked, running full speed and slamming into them with such force they knocked out the wind Ennard wasn't aware that they had.

“Oh wow!” Sun cheered, bouncing excitedly while he waited for Mari to finish her greeting. Ennard was only released for a few seconds before Sun scooped them up in a bear hug and swung them like a doll.

“You’re so light, friend!” the Daycare attendant laughed, holding the android out by the shoulders to get a good look at them. “And look at you—amazing! Everything suits you so well… Do you love it?!”

Michael hung back near the door, a little smile on his face as he watched. It was clear that Mari and Sun loved Ennard despite their eccentricities, and Mike was just glad the former amalgamation had someone besides him to entertain them.

Ennard laughed; Sun's insistence on hugging left them in a vulnerable position. Now that they were free from the confines of their slowly deteriorating body, Sun was the strongest robot in the Daycare. Denying him his daily intake of affection was not an option—though Ennard always seemed happy to revel in it.

“I'm not light! You're just strong!” Ennard laughed out.

Mari excitedly downloaded this new face for her security profile. Waving to Michael, she bounced on over to quietly ask him: “You're okay with all of this? I know how you feel about them.”

She was mildly concerned for Michael's safety, as he and Charlie's conversations did not go unnoticed by the suppressed Puppet inside. She was well aware of the things that Ennard did. While there was hardly a chance of relapse now that Ennard finally had a body to truly call their own, it may not always be 100% safe to trust them...

“We made an arrangement—we’re both going to try and… chill out in our own respects,” Michael said cryptically. He reached forward to ruffle Mari’s curly hair. 

“Mike!” Sun exclaimed, rushing over to him and dragging Ennard along by the hand. “Ennard says they’re staying in the Daycare—is that true?!”

“Yup.” Michael nodded. “I’m asking you guys a big favor: watch over them for me when I’m not here, okay? Especially Mari—I’m sure you’ll be a big help with the whole android thing.”

“Yaaaaaaay!” Sun cheered, releasing Ennard so he could clap his hands together. “You get to live with us now—it’ll be like a permanent slumber party! Ooh, I’m so excited!”

What Michael didn’t know was Ennard’s gradual, long-term plan. When they figured out how to blend into society better, they would eventually follow the new family home, perhaps taking up residence in the attic (provided they were in a house, of course). But for now, Ennard was more than happy to kick it in the Daycare with all his new friends.

“We can even help out on Monday when everything opens up again! But… just for moral support. We shouldn’t actually be seen yet…,” Ennard said, as a part of their little verbal agreement.

Mari jumped excitedly, tugging on Michael's sleeve. “You can count on us! I’m so good at watching things! And Ennard’s the most watchable thing I know.”

Whatever that meant. Perhaps Mari meant that she found the animatronic interesting to be around—which certainly wasn’t a lie. Despite Ennard’s smile, they tilted their head in a confused way.

“Thanks, Mari?” they said with a pleasant uncertainty.

“This is going to be so fun!” Sun exclaimed, reaching forward to give Michael a hug as well.

“Oof—yeah, yeah, glad to hear it,” Michael murmured, wiggling a bit until he was set back down. His eyes roamed over the trio once more before he gave a satisfied nod. “Okay, well, I've gotta go back to work—I told Ennard I'd come by later to check on you guys, though. Any problems, just wave at one of the cameras and I'll see you.”

“Will do, Michael!” Sun replied with a vigorous nod. “Try not to work too hard!”

“No promises.” The guard flashed a grin, then after a final lingering narrowed-eyed gaze turned to leave. “Be good, you three.”

“Best behavior,” Ennard murmured, echoing their promise from earlier with a strategic hand over their heart.

Left to their own devices, the Daycare staff buzzed to finally have a coherent conversation with Ennard. Sure, Ennard and Mari were stunted in their social norms, but luckily Sun was patient—an excellent teacher to help them find some semblance of normalcy.

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@dire-kumori has an au where Scooped Mike gets time-travelled to before CC and Liz's deaths, and he's filled with such blind rage and self-loathing upon seeing his younger self that he kills young Mike over and over again in a time loop that young Mike barely even understands. Guess who wrote a one-shot for it? (I'm also tagging @serenefig and @cloudwhisper23 bc I feel like you'll be interested in reading)

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“Have fun with your friends’, brats. Don’t even think about coming back until morning unless you want to spend the night outside, ‘cause I won’t bother unlocking the doors for you.”

Cold lines of metal pressed grooves into Mike’s back as he leaned against the front door threshold and waved his siblings goodbye. His voice resounded in sharp echoes across the tree line; he spoke a bit too loud considering that his little siblings were only a few feet away, but then again, that was the point. 

You never knew what things were lurking in the shadows, listening and lying in wait for the moment they could get you alone. Sometimes, however, you could use that to your advantage.  

Michael’s gaze roved over the tree line as his siblings turned their backs on him and walked down the driveway. The trees surrounded their entire house in a near-perfect circle; shadows crept beneath the trees’ gnarled, grasping finger-like branches. As the sun slumped further down in the sky, the shadows drew steadily closer and closer to the house like a tidal wave of darkness begging to be held back no longer.

The eldest Afton’s jaw clenched as he dug his teeth into his gum with even more ferocity. Slowly, he pulled his Foxy mask from the top of his head to cover his face. 

He didn’t have to be afraid with the wicked smile and sharp teeth covering his face. It was an assurance that Michael could be strong and brave even when– no, especially when he was all on his own, just like the pirate fox he felt so much for. 

If a monster wanted to chase him down, then so be it. But as long as Mike had his mask on, the monster wasn't the only dangerous thing around.

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Electricity shot through every nerve ending in Michael’s body. The jolt of adrenaline made every hair stand on end, and heat roared through his veins like wildfire as Mike crouched behind the garage wall with his fingers white-knuckled and half-numb against the cool metal of his bright red bat.

Each breath passed his lips at a crawl. Everything around him seemed to blur and fade to gray as Mike focused his entire being on the harsh slam of rubber soles coming closer and closer. 

A million ghostly aches, sharp and dull and stabbing and pressing aches of a million undeaths, all sparked to life with increasing intensity as the monster drew closer and closer, but Mike pushed away the memories of aches and pains assaulting his limbs.

He only needed to get one good shot in. 

He smelled the bastard long before it got close. It was something like the curdled cup of milk that Mike had found in his room last week, the maggot-infested animal carcasses he and his friends would poke at when they found them on the side of the road, the stank of rotten eggs– all those putrid smells and more clinging to the bastard's skin in an eye-watering stench that made Michael’s stomach churn and his throat burn on principle. 

Mike's heart hammered in his chest, almost to the same beat as the footfalls chasing him. 

There was a flurry of movement as the sicko ran past Mike where he was crouched out of sight behind the wall. 

The reaper's footfalls quickly slowed as though somehow aware that it had been duped, but Mike was already moving. 

The decaying monster didn't even have time to turn around before Mike jumped forward and slammed his bat into the back of its head. 

His years' worth of practice hitting baseballs did nothing to prepare him for the vibrations that rocketed painfully through his arms and shoulders and all the way down his back, nor for the sickening crack of a human skull shattering under his hands. 

The monster went down, but Mike could only stand there even as a voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to run. Vomit burned his throat at the curdled blood and the dark red and purple slimy skin that clung to the metal of his bat before it fell to the ground with a wet plop beside the monster. Thick droplets of the creature’s ice-cold blood dribbled down Michael’s face and smeared against the teen’s lips as he stood there in shock.

Boney claws wrapped around Mike’s ankle. The sharp pain of bone digging underneath his skin jerked Michael’s mind back to awareness, and he brought his bat down on the thing's wrist just before it had time to yank him to the ground. 

The fingers didn't let him go even after the impact of Mike’s bat ground the compact bones along the creature’s wrist into fine dust held together only by moldy stretches of tendon and skin. 

Michael brought the bat down on the thing's arm again and again and again before its other hand finally snaked around and grabbed hold of the slippery dark red metal.

Michael yanked the bat closer, cursing himself for giving the reaper a chance to rip his weapon away. But the reaper didn’t; instead, it used the momentum of Michael’s action against him.

Mike's vision went red with pain as the handle of his bat flew back at him and slammed into his lips with enough force that Mike heard his plastic mask crack on his face. 

Except Michael realized a split second later that it wasn’t just his mask that had cracked. Something sharp and coppery exploded in Mike's mouth and the teen choked on shards of his own teeth as the fractured remnants slid down the back of his throat. 

The thing's fingers were still locked around his ankle, and the moldy strands of tendon and skin keeping its bony purple hand attached to the rest of the monster's body snapped apart as Michael stumbled backward with tears in his eyes and dark red blood dribbling down his chin. He was too stunned by pain to react even as the monster peeled itself off the ground with one arm; its other, handless appendage hung limply against its side in a mess of unnatural angles kept together only by thin layers of rotting skin. 

Its neck snapped down to look at its obliterated arm, but somehow, the creature looked almost bored as its empty eye sockets focused on the mangled stretch of flesh and shattered bone attached to it. The monster’s remaining fingers latched around its broken arm before ripping the twisted limb from its shoulder with enough force that its entire body jerked at the motion. 

The shattered lower part of the arm flopped to the ground in a pile of putrid skin, and the reaper's head snapped back up and its empty eyes focused directly on Michael with its fingers still grasping the remains of its upper arm. 

"You're going to regret that,” it whispered in the grinding croak reminiscent of a bag of gravel and forks shoved down a garbage disposal. 

"M-Make me." 

Michael had wanted to sound stubborn and strong, but the words cracked in the air and passed his lips in nothing but a whimpering stammer as he tried not to gurgle on his own blood. 

He should have ran the second he had gotten a hit in on this– this stupid son of a bitch. Things were– Everything was already going so wrong. 

The creature lurched at him. Michael didn't have time to run or stumble away; he barely had time to raise his bat. 

The reaper still had the upper part of its broken arm in hand, but Michael didn't notice the sharp end of broken bone protruding from the severed arm until the jagged point had already buried itself inside Mike’s shoulder. 

Two pinpoints of light sparked to life in the monster’s eyes, and its gaping black eyes looked directly at him as Michael screamed. 

The reaper ripped its broken arm out of Michael’s shoulder and aimed for the teen's heart. 

Michael just managed to ram the end of his bat into the reaper's neck at the last second. 

It was a weak blow. The monster’s close proximity didn’t give the teen enough room to maneuver the long bat and Mike's arms and wobbly legs trembled dangerously, worsening his ability to strike. But by some miracle, it was enough to make the monster stumble a few steps back, though it grabbed onto the teen's bat and ripped it from his hands as it stumbled.

Michael didn’t fight to get the bat back. He turned on his heel and ran. 

The teen’s hands clawed at his own shoulder as the monster’s footfalls echoed behind him once more. 

Tears stung Michael’s eyes as he remembered that bloody, grimy, disgusting bone piercing into him. God only knew what kind of germs that thing had put into his system– what if the wound got infected? 

Not that an infected wound would matter if Mike didn’t keep himself alive and out of the creature’s way.

Michael forced the pain and panicked delirium away. He had to focus; this was the important part. 

The reaper was just behind him, following at a pace closer to a walk than a run. 

Somehow, that was so, so much worse. The monster didn't have to run to keep up with him, and it knew it. It would always catch him in the end, like a hunter casually strolling after the blood trail of a wounded deer. The creature would never tire nor stop chasing him, and it was just a matter of time before Mike got too tired to go on running from it.

‘No. No, no, no– not this time.’

The monster’s slower pace did make this more difficult, though. Michael couldn't move too fast. He needed to always be just out of the creature's reach, or he would risk the monster getting distracted or frustrated and trying to cut him off by going a different route.

This would have a way better chance of success if Mike could keep the monster right where he wanted it. 

Michael dashed into the house from the garage and raced up and down hallways and from room to room. As he ran, he ducked and jumped periodically to avoid tripe wires, avoided stepping on any rugs, and danced around jagged pieces of metal and nails and blades that had been embedded into the hardwood floor. 

He really couldn’t afford to mess up this part. Any wrong moves or missteps would have to be avoided at all costs. But with any luck, the monster hunting him wouldn’t be so careful. 

As he raced up the steps, he made sure to skip the fifth step down. But as he reached the top, it slowly dawned on him that things had been unusually quiet. As far as Mike was aware, the monster never seemed to react much to pain, but there was a distinct lack of surprised grunts or infuriated yells, or whirring gears and mechanical parts snapping as traps were set off. 

Chest heaving as he panted, Michael turned and looked down.

The reaper was standing right there at the bottom of the steps. It looked exactly the same as it had when Michael had fought it in the garage, like it hadn’t set off a single trap during the chaotic chase. 

Its head was tilted back, staring at the kitchen knives and heavy hooks used to hang endoskeletons that Michael had stolen and hung from the ceiling over the steps. They were hung high enough that Mike could race up and down with no problem, but the taller monster should have gotten a nasty surprise as it came after him with that single-minded focus it always seemed to have. 

Instead, the monster looked up at the trap with an annoyed expression before meeting Michael’s eye. 

Keeping its head ducked low, the reaper placed its foot on the first step. 

Michael’s heart leaped into his throat and he stumbled down the hallway, struggling to breathe properly through all the panting and the blood still flooding his mouth and throat. 

How was that thing still walking?! Mike had set death traps up in every inch of this house; it just wasn’t possible that the reaper could have stumbled through the house without setting a single one off! 

The thing on the steps was still way, way too quiet. Had it seen him skip the fifth step down?

Mike turned for a split second to see if the reaper had gotten to the top steps yet. 

A sharp pain sliced through Michael’s throat. 

That single second of distraction had been enough time to throw several hours of analyzing the layout of every trap he'd set up in this house out the window. 

The sharp feeling wrapped around his entire throat as his own momentum forced him further into the trap. The wire tightened, and suddenly Mike’s feet left the floor entirely and he slammed against the ugly red wallpaper. 

Hurricane was a small town. One where there wasn't much to do, especially when your father worked at the most interesting place in town and you had to spend nearly every day there for hours on end.

Michael and his friends had explored every nook and cranny and forgotten place there was to find in the town. Including the abandoned railroad tracks in the surrounding woods.

Those tracks were so old that the rusty spikes meant to hold them together could often be found lying on the ground around the tracks, ripe for the taking; even the ones still riveted inside the old tracks could mostly be removed with some determination, and the sharp, rusty, six-and-a-half inch long spikes were attractive prizes to a group of rowdy teens with nothing better to do. 

Michael had stored a lot of them away in his closet over time. 

Sticking the rivets through a slab of plywood and nailing the plywood plank into the wall upstairs with the sharp ends facing outward had been a lot of effort, just like a lot of the traps he had spent the entire day building, but Michael had deemed it a worthwhile venture because he had been certain those spikes would be able to do some damage. 

And Michael had been right. 

Michael had put six or seven of those spikes through the plywood, but when Mike slammed into the wall, he only felt one big blast of pain set his back on fire. He didn't even have time to scream before a gush of blood and vomit slid through his throat, staining his shattered teeth and turning his inhuman screech into a quiet gurgle. 

The wire stayed wrapped around Mike's throat and cut deeper as his feet–- suspended by the railroad spikes and wire too high for the teen to reach the ground– thrashed wildly in the air. 

Michael’s vision went black as the thrashing jostled the spikes, widening the holes in his back and sending the sharp, rusted rivets deeper into his flesh until some of them scraped against his ribcage. 

Gasping, Michael sucked in one shaky breath after another and tried to ignore the desperate need to claw himself upward. His throat and lungs were filling with liquid, but he wasn't drowning in water. There was no surface he could rise above to make it all stop. 

What a strange sensation it was to drown in your own hallway without a drop of water in sight.

Bloody fingers clawed at the wire around his throat, but he couldn't pull it away any more than he could clear his airway. 

Salty tears leaked down Michael’s face in a futile attempt to clear away the blood still staining his chin. Between one blink and the next, the red wallpaper and family picture frames in front of the teen were replaced by two hollow black eyes and putrid purple flesh flecked with varying shades of green mold that peeked out of the crusty white bandages holding its splitting skin together

The monster cocked its head at him, and Michael finally got a good view of the damage he had dealt it earlier. The side of its head had caved in like deflated basketball or a sandcastle under an oncoming tide, and yellowish-white shards of bone jutted out from the jelly-like mixture of blood and decaying muscle dripping from the cracks in its head. 

The white pinpoints of its eyes flashed up and down him curiously, watching the blood flow down Michael’s body and drip into an ever-widening pool under his feet. The thing's lips had long ago rotted away, but Michael realized as raspy, cracked laughter spilled between the thing's dried-out, wrinkled gums and bared yellow teeth that the monster was smiling at him.

"You bastard!" More blood dribbled down Michael’s chin and gurgled inside his throat. Mike tried to spit it all out like this was nothing more than his morning mouthwash routine. "You bastard!" 

Floorboards moaned under the reaper's feet as it took another step closer. Michael flinched as it did so, and immediately bit back a cry at the white-hot pain of spikes shifting inside his back and scraping against bone and organs.

"That looks like it hurts," the reaper rasped. 

Michael’s tears stung as they leaked into cuts on his face from his earlier fight with the monster. He had felt hot and sweaty before from all the running and fighting, but now his fingers were iceblocks against his neck as he struggled with the wire digging into his flesh. A frighteningly cold, bone-deep chill cut into Michael's form, and the child trembled as he struggled to breathe through the blood and the pain. 

He couldn't run. Couldn't fight. The monster– the reaper– was going to kill him now. 

At least the pain will stop, a voice whispered in the teen's head. 

A quiet sob shook the young teen's core. He needed the pain to stop so fucking much, but he didn't want the pain to stop– he wanted to live. 

But if he was going to die, at least it would be on his own terms.

"Go ahead," Michael growled. "Jus– Just g-get it over with." 

The creature cocked its head at him again, like it had been too distracted watching the blood seeping from Michael's form to bother listening to what he had said. 

"Just d-do it!" Michael sobbed. "K-kill me, you– you wrinkly, p-puss-filled ball-sack! Come on! Just– just– get i-it over with and kill me!" 

The reaper took another step closer. "No." 

Blood-shot eyes locked onto the reaper's gaping eye sockets. "Why?!" 

Wasn't that the point?! Wasn't that what this– thing– had set out to do, over and over and over?! 

The reaper's hand settled on Michael’s chest. Mike didn't have the energy left to flinch or be wary. He only met the reaper's eye in pained exhaustion.

But then the reaper pushed. 

Michael screamed as his prized railroad spikes dug deeper into him until his bloody back was finally pressed flush against the wall. 

One of the railroad spikes went all the way through Michael’s chest and stabbed into the reaper's palm, but the monster didn't seem to notice. It ripped its hand away before latching onto one of Michael’s wrists as the teen frantically tried pulling the reaper's arm away from him. 

"You want to know why?" Its voice whipped against the air in a wild hiss.

The dull hallway light gleamed off the dark red liquid coating Michael’s skin as the reaper shoved the teen's blood-stained hand in front of his face before it snarled at him. "Because no matter how many ways you try to run or fight it, you will always bring this hell down on yourself with your own hands. You did this, Michael." 

'You're insane,' the teen wanted to say, but there was too much blood in Mike's throat for him to talk, or even to breathe. He tried shaking his head at the thing, but the wire was starting to cut frighteningly deep inside his throat. Michael could only stare at the monster in front of him with wide-eyed horror and beg for it to just end this, like the bastard was supposed to do when it caught him. 

The reaper released Michael’s wrist, and the teen's arm fell limply down to his side. 

He should do something; he should fight. But his energy had been draining away with every second he spent hanging on his own death trap, and there was so little left inside him. 

He couldn't even lean away as the reaper lifted its only hand, moved its fingers around the edge of his mask, and traced the curve of his head with an almost gentle touch. 

The reaper's broken fingers paused on a string looping behind the teen's head. It latched onto the string and pulled, ripping the Foxy mask off of Michael’s head. 

The reaper's teeth ground together as it glared down at the bloody mask before letting the plastic slip from between rotten fingers and fall to the bloody floor with a wet and heavy thunk. And without hesitation, the reaper slammed its foot down on the only thing that had ever made Michael feel strong. 

Hearing the sharp crack of plastic as the monster decimated the mask and shattered Foxy's maw into pieces wrenched a hopeless sob out of the teenager's chest. 

The reaper stayed still. It didn't move further away, nor did it move any closer.

It only watched as Michael struggled to free himself from the trap one last time before finally giving up. 

Michael struggled to gulp down another shaky breath through his sobbing but was rewarded only with more blood in his lungs and pain searing every nerve ending until even the most minuscule movements lit every cell and nerve in his body on fire. 

Through it all, the reaper stood back and watched with a smile. 

Not wanting to see the monster's smug, rotten face or the blood staining his own body anymore, Michael could do nothing but close his eyes and wait for the moment when the last drop of blood would drip from his body and all the pain would finally end.

(Michael had the sinking feeling that death wouldn’t be that easy of an escape.)

#tw violence #tw blood #tw injury #tw child death #tw death #tw corpse #tw body horror #tw torture #anyway did you enjoy the parallels to the Bite of '83? #and the slight parallels to pizza sim? #and the motif of mike's foxy mask making mike feel brave and like he has a chance until the reaper rips #it from his face so mike can die ''like the coward he is'' (in reaper's mind)? #ik the theme of this au is the *reaper* killing mike but i really liked the idea of #mike setting off one of his own traps and r. mike leaving him to slowly die. #because he doesn't just want mike dead. he wants him to SUFFER. and it's poetic is it not? #mike bringing about (his own) death in more ways than one. you can't escape what you are. #also ''you wrinkly puss-filled ball-sack'' ajdfajksdfhsjfks michael you think you're SO FUNNY don't you #i haven't actually written a teenage mike who isn't subdued and traumatized by the Bite before #it was fun! #10/10 would do again. young mike is so stupid and arrogant. an absolute delight to write. #paradoxical reaper wip #paradoxical reaper au #michael afton #mike afton #scooped mike #foxy mask brother #foxy mask #kats scribbles

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Late Highers

Michael afton x Reader.

Idea from my bestfriend! :) ( @whosleepy​ )​

Cw: drugs, teasing, cursing.

‘‘Oh, would you just fuck off.’‘ The door closed shut with a slam. you were ordered to throw the last garbage bag outside, the only problem. Having to go outside in a dark small alleyway at 2 am at night. It wasn’t that you were scared of the dark, it was the thought of whatever could be in the dark. One night you could get stabbed twenty times and be on the urge to survive and the other you could run into horny fucking teenagers who aren’t able to keep their hands off each other. 

Slopping your feet over the sidewalk with the breeze of the cold wind blowing itself on your arms. It was like it was doing it on purpose, knowing you were only in a shirt, black jeans, and an apron. you couldn’t help but get a stronger grip on the bag, your other hand gripping the fabric of your jeans. The garbage can was in sight, and it was just a couple of meters before you would reach it and was able to speed up and run back inside. Breathing in and out with force, trying to get the balls to do it makes you wander off into a specific place, your eyes scanning on whatever or whoever it was putting his weight against the stone wall. 

He seemed regardless unharmable, but you knew nothing more than to keep your head up. you sprint over to the garbage can but still in a smooth position to not make yourself look suspicious or like an absolute fool. Immediately regretting it with just the bare click coming from the shadows. you felt your heart pound in your chest as you turn your head to the side slowly and carefully. Only to be met with a brown-haired boy with scars all over his face. He was wearing a loosely purple shirt and black pants that look close to the ones you were wearing. 

Over the plain purple shirt were braces, secured by a big black belt. He was beyond beautiful and his taste in clothes was amazing, nothing like you’ve seen before. It suited his body, and his muscles and landed perfectly inside his pants. You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart still pounding, this time not from the fear of getting stabbed right here and now, although u were still alert. 

Your gaze met back up to his gaze, his eyes a beautiful blue. He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his fingers holding it in some scissors position. He curved his lips into a smile as he nods his head. ‘’Hi.’’ his voice sounded raspy but British and oh god, how your weakness was British male. you were sold right there in that position. He noticed you wandering off in your thoughts as he waved his hand that was in the pocket of his pants in front of your eyes, making you snap back into reality. He held his cigarette in front of him, closer to your chest as you weirdly looked at it. 

Some part of you told you to just take it, smoke, and sit down beside him, but you didn’t know if that was really what he was intending. At least, until he placed the back of the cigarette against your lips and motioned your mouth to open partly. Weirdly, you did. You were taking a goddamn cigarette from a handsome male you just randomly met in an alleyway close to your job. Not dangerous at all.

He held his cigarette in the same position, one of the fingers ‘accidentally’ touching your lips in the process, as you sucked on its paper and inhaled the smoke. You felt the smoke go through your throat smoothly, activating a nerve somewhere that knows where to get to your lungs. And then you simply cough, hoping the chemical firing feeling would get less by every bacteria you let out, but it doesn’t, it only gets worse.

‘‘Easy, Love.’‘ the male in front of you, now too close for your liking whispers in your ear, rubbing soft circles on your back. ‘‘Fucking-’‘ cough. The male starts to chuckle softly, feeling his eyes burn at the side of your head. ‘’Hell’‘ another cough left your mouth. You feel yourself gripping his arm, holding it there to prevent yourself from.. whatever. He slowly set you down against the cold floor and the chilly stone wall behind you, sliding down with you in the process. 

‘‘You okay?’‘ it took you a second to catch up with his oddly attractive voice and nod as you put your thumbs up. Dramatic reaction, you must say. But it was your first time, and probably the last after today, and you had no clue what to expect. He adjusted his position, making his knee groove over yours. ‘‘First time, hm?’‘ you shake the hair out of your face as a smile starts to form on your face. ‘‘Is it that obvious?’‘ 

‘‘Well, Yes..’‘ 

‘‘My apologies if I made you feel forced.’’ you turned your head to look at his face and see him doing the exact same, making a weird feeling appear in your stomach. You moved your hand towards the cigarette and took it from his soft grip around it, moving it up to your lips. You took a few seconds before once again parting your lips and blowing on them like an asthmatic person did on an inhaler. the smoke kept increasing and disappearing in your throat, forming a cloud of thin air in front of you. The male whose name you still didn’t get, and didn’t even bother asking looked at you in amazement, but even a blistering bit of guilt took over in his ocean-blue eyes.

as you feel your throat getting itchier again and you know you would just have a whole couch attack again, he tries to distract you from it, curious as to who he is looking at and sharing his cigarette with. He finds you still puffing and inhaling the smoke like dipping alcohol down your body. ‘’Okay, let’s just..’‘ he takes the cigarette from your hand and passes it over to his other, holding it as far away from you as possible. ‘‘..slow down a bit.’‘ you lean your head against the stone wall and try to catch your smoke-filled breath before feeling your eyes water and getting blurrier. Your blood felt warm but cold at the same time and you felt your head get lightheaded, the male's voice getting far away yet closer than anticipated. 

‘‘Well, Mysterious definitely getting high girl.’’ He started to chuckle louder than I heard him chuckle the first time. I started to believe he was getting high too, smoking the cigarette empty like it's a daily task.

‘’ What’s ur name?’‘ 

My eyebrows twitched and my eyes adjusted to his doubled face as I suddenly start to laugh like a psychopath looking at its next victim, like a maniac ready to twist someone's organs over and over again.

‘‘Y/n..’‘ you started to wheeze like crazy, trying to understand what the hell is going on with you and why you feel multiple emotions at the same time.

‘‘My name is Y/n.’‘ 

Cars were speeding by at the side of the road but still, the silence in between your embrace was quieter than you liked. ‘’Well, Y/n. Call me Michael.’’

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Alright, just to get this out, no hate for asthmatic people, I’ve got asthma myself. 

#Michael afton x reader #fnaf #fnaf fanfiction #michael afton #michael afton x y/n

[eyesforahead]

A deadly hug

An Afton+Sibling MALE reader

Warnings:

No ship's obviously

Bad grammar

Death

Bite of 83

Hinted abuse

Angst

Mention of blood

Little background before we start. Y/N, Elizabeth and c.c who will be called Evan Chris Afton are triplet's.

Let's start. . .

You and Elizabeth were playing in her room. You weren't a fan of playing with the little dollies but you couldn't complain anything to get your mind off of your feelings.

Unknowingly without even wanting to you start tearing up and sniffle.

Your sister immediately looks up from your little doll show you were doing and hugs you.

"M/N.." she says her voice unusually silent.

"I-I miss him. W..why did he have t-t-to d-die????!" You cried hugging her.

Elizabeth hugged you tighter she didn't know what to say.

Father was so mean recently especially to mikey she saw him hit him but Elizabeth didn't care..

She hated Mikey

She hated Michael Afton

So so much that's all she felt

Hatred. . ..

He killed her triplet..

He's making M/N cry

She hated him so much

Elizabeth tried to think cheerfully so she can smile and her brother as well.

"Hey M/N , Daddy made a new location we're going tomorrow he made a circus baby just for me and and I also saw on his blue paper thingy a bear! You love bear's you can go see the bear while I can go see circus baby!!" She said cheerfully leaving out the part were she was warned not to go near her. .

You looked at her

"r.. really??" You said

"yup if I remember correctly his name is Funtime Freddy and he has a little puppet in his hand BonBon!" She said happy you're smiling.

You gasped in excitement you loved bear's!

"I can't wait!"

You couldn't wait to see the bear...

The next day came quickly and now both of you were finally here you saw the bear in the posters you wanted a closer look!

"Hey Michael" you asked looking up at your brother s killer

He looked down at you and you didn't fail to notice the bandage on his cheek.

"Yeah ?" He said

You told him that you and Elizabeth saw your friend and wanted to go play with her and he reluctantly let you go when he felt blood going down his nose.

"alright,stay where I can see you I need to take care of my bloody nose"

The moment he turned around to grab his bag both of you ran and giggled

"The bear auditorium is that way M/N I'm gonna see Circus baby." She said pointing to the right.

"okay Eli, you better tell me about Circus baby when you're done I'll do the same"

With a quick hug you ran to your death

You giggled you were so excited.

When you arrived you noticed how big he was! He was so pretty.

You were alone with him.

"Oh look BonBon" Funtime Freddy said.

You gasped he talked! You loved his voice.

You giggled and waved at him. "Funtime Freddy , BonBon Can I ask you something?" You said excitedly not forgetting to mention BonBon you didn't want him to feel left out.

"Anything Birthday boy!" Ft freddy replied.

"You look so pretty,can I have a hug? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" You asked happily.

"of course come here!" He said and BonBon giggled.

As you went in for the hug his stomach hatch opened and before you can scream you were already inside.

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