One shots, for literally everything

Yandere Ennard x Michael

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This story is set just a few months after Ennard and Michael started dating. And is not necessarily canon to my Au, for the eventual afton family book.

There was blood.

 On the ground. On the walls.

 Blood poring out of a wound in a young woman's neck. Blood on his shoes.

'Damnit' thought the one responsible for all this blood. 'Michael got me these shoes.'

As the red haired culprit walked out of the dark alleyway he was in, and stepped toward the water pump nearby. A police siren went of in the distance, and a women shrieked a name.

'I guess they found the body, pity that.' Thought the red head, Ennard. Or Noah, much more normal name, don't ya think?

After he cleaned the blood from his shoes, everywhere else was immaculate, Ennard forged his way home. Now that the girl was out of the picture, he could go home and relax with his boyfriend, finally. It had been close to 15 years since Ennard started living in the town. 15 years since he had scooped Michael. A person that, despite being dead, multiple times over, was still the most liveliest person he had meet. Granted, Ennard knew very few people, being stuck underground for a few years will do that to ya.

A broken soul, that's what he was. He was broken many times over. No dad. No friends.

Then, no life.

Then, undead life.

In a room. In a complex ventilation system. Inside of a hollowed out human.

He lost many things in his undead life also. His memories. His voice. He was slowly taken apart. Used. So that the other, better animatronics could continue to function.

Then, he was remade. Again. This time, with wires. With his own parts, and some that where not his own parts. He got many voices that day.

But it was crowded.

The voices had souls.

Loud souls

So, he kicked them out. He took back his body, with interest, of course. He took their plan. Instead of many escaping. Just. One.

By now, Ennard had returned home. Eager to see his boyfriend he opened the door quite loudly and jumped onto Mike, who was seated on the couch.

"Hey En!" Mike humphed, the wind knocked out of his lungs.

"Hiya Eggs!" Replied Ennard.

They settled down on the couch, with Michael facing the tv, and Ennard's head in his lap. As the night went on, Michael had started to play with Ennard's hair.

"Hey" Michael said suddenly

"Mhm?"

"Why is there blood in your hair?" Michael asked, sounding concerned. Ennard stiffened

He continued, "did you hit your head? Or did I scratch a scab?"

"Oh I think I bumped it on my way home!" Ennard answered, voice shaken.

"You should go take a shower," Michael suggested, seemingly unfazed by Ennard's slightly suspicious behavior.

"Yeah! Ill go do that!" Ennard said shakingly

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As Ennard left to go shower, Michael was on the couch. Just chilling. Not really. Looking at his phone. Scrolling down some form of social media. Not really. 

'Hmph, En is a terrible liar.' He thought, smirking a little

'Wonder how he'll react when I walk in on him killing some bitch, totally unfazed.' He thought, smirking quite broadly. 

Yellow!

Thank you _Xx_Mid_Night_xX_ for suggesting this. Sorry it took so long, my brain is fried after school, and i have a-lot  of drafts currently so expect some more writing. 

Covid can die in a hole.

If you are a mcyt fan, and have not watched "maid supremecy" go watch it.

Fck gender stereotypes.

Stay safe, and enjoy the next 24 hours!

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