Better Left Behind. (Michael Afton AU)

Shock.

(Trigger warning:Violence,blood,cussing,vomiting)

Hi! I'm so sorry for how long it's been since I updated. Like I'm really sorry.

Enjoy! (And I promise I'll try to update more frequently)

(Michael's POV)
"Uh hello? Is this Michael Afton?"

"What the fuck."

"Yep. It's definitely you." The person on the phone replied, seemingly not surprised.

"Oh my god." Michael said, extreme confusion and guilt in his tone.

"I um-I need a second? Yea, I just need a quick second." Michael choked out completely shocked.

He took a second to take a breath but it didn't help at all. He put the phone back up to his ear.

"I'm..just- shocked? Surprised? I'm not- I'm not mad or anything-I um it'd be.." he trailed of not knowing what to say. What in the actual fuck is going on?  He thought to himself.

"You-do-..do you..need something?" Michael said having no idea what to do.

"I don't..really need anything I just found out..you were..alive and I had to check? I wanted to talk to you..and the others if possible."

"Elizabeth, Charlie and Henry? I..I..can do that-I um- I'll go find find Henry..

He  quietly slid the door open and walked towards Henry's room, he knew most likely Henry was awake working on something so he lightly knocked. He heard some shuffling and then footsteps, the door opened and Henry stood there looking concerned. "Michael? What's wrong?" Michael had no idea what to say so he just handed the phone over to Henry who put it up to his ear. "Hello?" Henry said, confused as to who would call Michael in the middle of the night and ask to talk to him. When the muffled voice came through the phone Henry's face took on a look of pure shock. Henry glanced at Michael who appeared to be shaking . "I'll be fine..you guys talk." Michael whispered walking away, leaving them to talk.

He had been waiting in the backyard, trying to make sense of everything. That voice brought back so many painful memories and Michael was dragged back into the worst one.

"3! 2! 1" Michael and his group shouted as they threw Chris into the animatronics mouth. Michael laughed at his brother's cries of fear. In a matter of seconds though, blood splattered on Michael and all around him. His brother layed limp and he stared in shock.

He didn't move, not when kids were crying and parents were ushering their children outside.

He didn't move, not when the sirens were heard.

He didn't move not when the paramedics took his brother away.

A gentle hand touched his shoulder. He stayed frozen.
"Michael?" Henry said softly.

Michael didn't respond.

The memory was cut short by the sound of the back door being slid open. Michael didn't pay much attention to it, he wasn't really aware of his surroundings. His thoughts were going so fast he couldn't grab on to any of them.

"Michael?..do you know what's going on? Everyone is freaking out." Jeremy asked.

"Oh. Um. I got a call, and..I don't know how to say this..my brother..called..I..yea."

"Brother?..I..thought he passed away..what?" Jeremy questioned, now completely confused.

"He called. I don't know how he's not dead..I - I mean.. I saw him flatline. I saw him die-he died ..I killed him-how could -how could he be..alive?" Michael whispered, just loud enough for Jeremy to hear.