Bloody Love FNaF Michael x Ennard

Chapter 31 : Please Still Be There

((Michael Afton's POV))

Well, this is great. My father tried to kill my boyfriend, I have no clue if my siblings are alive, my mother was destroyed, and to top it all off, I can't fucking sleep.
"Babe...." Ennard mumbled sleepily, he had been laying beside me, his head on my chest and arms around my neck, legs tangled in mine as he slept. Well, now, he had woken up I suppose.
"Yeah?" I responded.
"Stop thinking so hard... its ok..." Luca (His name is Luca now, yes) sighed, opening his eyes and proping his chin up on my chest.
"Sorry if I woke you up, and, I can try." I smiled, running my fingers through his long, blonde, hair ((Yes, he's blonde now)).
"S' fine..." he murmured, closing his eyes as he drifted off into sleep once more.
As we layed there, my mind wandered once more.
But I was soon snapped out of my thinking, by someone knocking on my door. At 3:13am.

((C.C. Afton's POV))

I sat, with Damon on my lap, in the air, flapping my large wings steadily as he bit down on my hand to calm himself.
We were decently high, about 10 feet off my roof, so I'm proud of him, even if it means I can't feel my hand, as he's grabbing my wrist as well, and is cutting off circulation.
"Hows it feeling, Love?" I asked.
"Mh... g-good." He stuttered, taking his teeth out of my now-bleeding hand. He has sharp canines.
"Eh!? Sorry-" Damon stammered, blushing profusely as he examined the wound and let go of my wrist.
"Its fine." I chuckled, pulling him closer, planting a kiss on the tip of his nose.
He smiled, and rested his head on my shoulder-chest area.
"Wanna get down?" I asked.
"No. This is comfortable." He responded softly, clearly slightly tired.
"Of course, Love." I smiled, rubbing his back as I effortlessly kept us up.
"Love you..." he whispered.
"Love you too." I said softly.
I should tell him everything... more that just 87' and that I have a family. He deserves to know everything, like Golden Freddy, more about Shadow Freddy, why and how 87' happened, my parents issues... I think, my face shifting into one of sadness.
I have to tell him more then what I have. If I wait longer, he might feel I don't trust him. I shut my eyes tightly, clutching Damon's shirt tighter.
I can't lie to him. I tense up.
"Shh~ shh~ I'm here for you, Baby." Damon hummed softly, caressing my cheek softly.
"Eh?" I mutter.
"Your tense. Nervous about something." He explained, rubbing my cheek with his thumb.
"I thought you were asleep..." I chuckled.
"Why are so tense?" My Angel asked.
"Well... it's a long story. Can we talk about it later?" I suggested.
"Your clearly uncomfortable, so no. Tell me what's wrong, I won't get mad." He said, giving me a close-eyed smile.
I fell silent. He really cares... so.... so goddamn much. He's perfect.
"So... where do I start..." I mutter, "I died when I was 8, my birthday, bite of 87', you know that... so, I was killed by my older brother, Michael, Michael Charlie Afton, and his friends. Leo, Simon and Mark. They killed me by accident, after Michael was bullied by some people, under he threat that if him and his friends didn't mess with me, they'd kill both of us."
He nodded slightly.
"They forced 87' to happen, as you probably guessed. But after, I got stuck in an animatronic called Golden Freddy. Yeah, I know I posses Shadow Freddy, but listen. A girl named Cassidy was put in the suit a while later, and I was kicked out, and forced into a suit that's basically just a shadow of Golden Freddy, hence Shadow Freddy."
"So... wow that's... a lot." Damon said at length.
"Mhm." I hummed quietly, feeling good I got that off my chest.

((Elizabeth Afton's POV))

"C.B." I said, halting my pacing. I had been treading in circles for the past while, thinking about what to do to get herself and Circus Baby out of Circus Baby's Pizza World and Rentals.
"What's up?" She asked, "Figure anything out yet? 'Cause I'm bored out' my mind." She gave a heavy shrug, metal creaking and scratching as she moved.
"Well, yes, but you're not gonna like it." I said anxiously. She rolled her eyes.
"It is physically impossible for anything to be worse than this. Do tell."
"I think— I think the only solution we've got right now is me leaving you here, getting help from someone— maybe Mikey or Daddy— and I come back with them to help you." I explained.
She was quiet for a moment.
"Fine, just get back here quickly— as quick as you can." She said bluntly.
I smiled.
"I'll be back as fast as I can!" I promised, "I'll go now."
I headed out, waving to her as we said goodbye. I've got to go fast, or else she'll probably loose her shit.
As I crept around, I decided I may as well check who the night guard is. Or rather, was.
I shook got from my head and began looking at his desk.
There wasn't any dust on his desk, which I found odd, seeing as he was, supposedly, dead and unable to clean his desk.
I saw a picture. One of his family. One of my family. One of our family.
Eggs was... Eggs was my brother.
Michael. Mikey. Mike. Bubba. My brother. I killed my brother. Realization hit me like a freight train.
Tears welled in my emerald eyes, and I stepped away from the desk, my eyes locked on the —seemingly— normal looking picture.
I spun around and ran out of the building, not even noticing the beauty of the outside world due to the state of panic I was in. I didn't register that I was actually outside, just that I needed to find Ennard, and, possibly, Michael.
I racked my brain to try and remember my old address, gritting my teeth and began running faster and harder— as fast as I could. I knew tears had began falling down my face, and I felt some falling onto my hands as I ran.
I knew people were looking at me and watching me— I mean, who wouldn't? I was a girl, looking to be about eight or nine, with blood running from my forehead and around my midsection, along with white-and-red horns on my head, a tail coming out from under my skirt, and wings sprouting from my back.
Not to mention I was crying my eyes out and running barefoot along the sidewalk, scraping my feet and leaving small splotches of blood on the cement behind me.
I managed to remember my old address, glancing at the street signs to gage where I was going.
I noticed a park— the park I used to go to with Michael and CC. I knew the way to get to my old house from there, so I veered towards it and turned around the corner.
Left, ice cream shop, parking lot, pretty flowers, post office, right, 142, 144, cross the road, 145– 145!
I went over the map to my house in my head, doing a double take when I heard "145". My old house.
I gingerly stepped up the stairs, knocking on the door.
Please still be our home... I want to see you again.
The door swung open and the person opening it gasped.

LOOK AT THAT! I ACTUALLY UPDATED~~