Michael Afton x Reader (Stay By My Side) {Completed}

Chapter 7

Y/n's POV:

I slowly opened my eyes, waking up from what I presumed was a long sleep. But I don't know how I could've fallen asleep. I felt super uncomfortable, almost like I had been sleeping on... metal?

That's when it hit me; I was sleeping on metal. Except I was in some sort of suit.

Wait... I was in a springlock suit, wasn't I?

I tried moving around to find some way to get out, but I couldn't. I was stuck.

"Michael?!" I yelled out for him. "Where are you?!"

"Y/n?" I heard him yell back. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know! I'm stuck in a springlock suit!"

"Shh."

Baby interrupted me with her soft, yet creepy voice.

"Be still..." she continued. "And be quiet..."

"You've been sleeping for quite a while. I think they noticed that you never left the building last night. The cameras were searching for you, but they couldn't find you. I have you hidden too well...

"I kidnapped you!"

"What?!" I whisper-yelled. How could a stupid robot have the audacity to kidnap two people?! I thought I hated her before, but gosh, did I ever hate her even more now.

"Don't be afraid; I'm not going to hurt you. I am only going to keep you for a little while. Try not to wiggle, though.

"You're inside something that came from my old pizzeria. I don't think it was ever used; at least not the way it was meant to be used. Too dangerous...

"It's just big enough for one person to fit inside. But just barely...

"You're in the scooping room. Do you know why they call it the "scooping room"? It's because, dummy, this is the room where they use the scooper. I thought that would be obvious.

"Isn't that a fun name for something: the scooper? It sounds like something you could use for ice cream... or custard... or sprinkles; it sounds like something you would want at your birthday party to make sure that you get a heaping portion of every good thing.

"I wonder, though, if you were a freshly opened pint of ice cream how you would feel about something with that name?"

I started feeling more and more uneasy with every word she said. What did that even mean? "How would you feel if you were a freshly opened pint of ice cream?" Was she planning on scooping us? How would that even work? Was she planning on killing us?

"Thankfully, I don't think a freshly opened pint of ice cream feels anything at all." She paused for a moment.

"Uh oh!" She continued after a couple seconds. "It sounds like someone else is in the building. Shh!"

After that, I heard the door open and the sound of someone's voice. I wanted to speak up and let them know that Circus Baby turned out to be a psychopath and kidnapped me, and ask for help. But I was too scared to know what she would do to us if I did.

"Okay, bring her over," I heard one of the voices say. "Forward... more... Okay, stop. Set her down. Watch the steps."

"What happened to it this time?" I heard another voice ask. "It seems like these things can't go a day without breaking down."

"Who knows," the other guy conversed. "It's always the same. It must be a hardware malfunction. But listen, I need to be somewhere in fifteen minutes, and this place gives me the creeps. Can we just get this over with?"