Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 - 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

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So you chose fight? Let's see how this plans out..

- chapter contains heavy violence and strong language!!

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I look up: seeing the sharp weapon directly above my head. I decided it would be best to fight this psycho- all my self defence training should hopefully come in pretty handy right now, that is- if I'm able to remember even some of it completely panicked.

The maniac gripping onto the handle laughed madly, before it came swinging down. An ear splitting scream erupted from my throat: pushing myself off of the wall and into him swiftly. He didn't have the time to stab me- as we both stumbled to the ground. Mr Afton dropped the knife- causing it to slide across the floor.

I scrambled onto my hands and knees, crawling as fast as I could toward the knife. All that mattered was grabbing the handle of that thing, and stabbing the shit out of this dude. My cotton socks were so god damn slippery on this fucking floor!

He groaned angrily, turning over and grabbing my ankle suddenly. I screamed- feeling the forceful grip as he tugged me backwards toward him. My leg flailed- trying to kick him helplessly but he only dodged my attacks, roughly pulling me closer and closer to him. I prayed to whatever god that this would not be the end.

His hand came up- gripping onto my knee and pulling again. I kept screaming for help- maybe, just maybe, someone would hear me.

"Calling for someone else to save you? Pathetic," he grinned. With a harsh jerk, he had pulled me all the way toward him. The adult climbed on top of me: his weight pinning me to the dirty ground effortlessly. His hands came down, gripping around my throat and squeezing and pressing down like there was no tomorrow. I panicked.

I choked and cried- clawing at his hands and trying to hit him but it did nothing. He only grinned, looking down at my expression as I started to go blue. I looked around frantically- something- anything!

My eyes landed on a wrench laying under his desk. He was too busy watching my skin turn an abnormal colour to notice what I was looking at. I looked back at him, feeling my head heating from the pressure.

My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my skull any minute, the same for my brain. The pressure was unbearable.

I leaned over, swiftly clasping the wrench and swinging it into his face. The sudden action and pain caused him to cry out, letting go of me almost immediately. I gasped for air and shoved him, causing him to fall backwards. I kicked him back further and crawled away. I got up to my feet- wobbling and hacking as he held the bone above his eye.

I stumbled to the knife on the floor, hearing him let out a yell of anger. I picked it up- turning back to see Mr Afton standing on his two feet again. His head was affected: blood pouring down his face, and he held the wrench I hit him with. His chest heaved up and down again, glaring angrily. Clearly, psychopaths don't like the taste of their own medicine.

"So you're a fighter? Is that right Y/N?" His tone was harsher than before, it was more angered- more impatient. "Two can play at that game." He came at me again. This time, I stood my ground- waiting for him to get closer.

He swung and it just barely missed me. I attempted to jab him but failed, as he dodged it.
I jumped back, avoiding his swing again. I went for a swing too, managing to slice his side. He yelped, holding the new wound and stumbling away. I am owning this dude. The adrenaline and panic felt unreal, and I ran toward him again without thinking straight.

I went to swing, but he grabbed my wrist, twisting it harshly like there was no tomorrow. I screamed at the sudden agonising pain- my hand loosing feeling and dropping the knife to the floor. He'd definitely broken my wrist- a sudden pulsating and numb feeling all together erupting from the bone.

Mr Afton shoved me harshly against the wall away from him, giving him time to pick up the knife.

I hit the wall with a loud thud, smacking my head and also the air out of my lungs. The new found pain at the back of my skull ached immensely, and the room was spinning before me. I wheeze and clutch to my chest, gasping and wishing this throbbing would go away.

The maniac grabbed a handful of my shirt, pulling me back to him roughly. He had the audacity to wait for me to come to my senses, and when I did- when two spinning images merged into one- I realised I was staring up at his face and screamed.

I tried to hit him weakly in the face with my good hand, but he barley reacted. Instead, he grabbed my wrist and pushed it away. I wobbled again- his hand coming to my back- pushing me forward into him.

I didn't realise what it was at first, I didn't know how to react. I couldn't do anything.

A sharp pain exploded in my abdomen- it burned. It felt like a flaming match was being put against my skin, and it only travelled quickly throughout my entire body.

I gasped for air, barely any sound coming out from throat. The same sensation only returned again, slightly further up. A nauseating squelch each time. I was in shock.

Then again, and again. I could feel warm liquid soaking into my shirt, the sound of it dripping onto the cold floor.

Finally, Mr Afton let go. I dropped to the floor like a rag doll, feeling so heavy but light all at the same time. My head spun: the pain was unbearable.

I couldn't make any noise, I could only heave weakly for air. I looked up, seeing my best friend's father grinning down at me. The knife he held was covered in crimson liquid, that dripped to the floor slowly. I dreaded to think what it was. His sleeve was also covered: so was the skin attached to his hand.

My lids felt heavy- I looked away: at the ceiling. I couldn't stand looking at his expression anymore, at his face. I almost refused to believe this was my fate, that this was the end. God didn't listen to my prayers apparently.

My hand came to my stomach, lying there and letting the liquid soak my skin. I heaved slowly, closing my eyes and trembling: every noise around me echoed. I could hear a light ringing, as everything became blurred. I'm sorry Michael.

I felt like I was choking again suddenly, as a liquid rose in my throat. I coughed- crimson red.

"I suppose curiosity really did kill the cat.." I heard him laugh, muffled through my ears. Before I shut my eyes, taking my very last breath, and everything went black.

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Oh no!! You chose wrong!! Go back to chapter 20 and choose run!!

Hope you enjoyed!!