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

Chapter 8

Michael's POV:

"Prove it? How?!"

"Bring me to work with you," he insisted. "So that I can see what actually happens there." I sat up a little taller, feeling more confident.

"Alright then," I avowed. "Come with y/n and I to work tonight. Then I can prove to you how crazy your robots really are."

"I can't tonight. I have something important to do," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you have something 'important' to do," I thought to myself.

"In that case come tomorrow night."

"It's a deal," dad decided with a nod. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading off. I'll be at the pizzeria with Henry if you need me." I rolled my eyes as he stood up and headed for the door. But before he closed it, he turned back to me and grinned.

"But don't you worry, Michael; I'll be free tomorrow."

Once he closed the door I smirked to myself.

"Just you wait, dad," I thought to myself. "I'll prove you wrong for once."

"I'll prove you wrong..."

Y/n's POV:

"UGH! YOU STUPID BIRD!" I screamed at my phone. I was playing Flappy Bird, but I couldn't beat my high score which was only fifteen.

I was about to try again, but I was interrupted by my phone ringing. Michael was calling me.

"Hey Michael, what's up?" I grumbled. Still sounding slightly frustrated.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "You sound pissed off."

"I'm just mad about some stupid game that I just lost," I huffed. Michael laughed a little.

"Hey! Don't mock me!" I scowled.

"I'm sorry, it's just funny," he chuckled. "Anyway, I just thought I would let you know that my dad is planning on coming to work with us the day after tomorrow so that I can prove to him what Circus Baby did to us since he doesn't believe me. Would you be okay with that?"

I started getting lightheaded, just at the thought of having to be with William for six hours. I mean, at least Michael would be there so he couldn't hurt me, but then again... when he killed Sammy, we were all at the pizzeria with him, but nobody caught him; well, except for me.

"Y/n? You there?" He questioned since I had gone silent.

"O-oh sorry, I zoned out. B-but yeah! S-s-ure, he c-can come," I stuttered.

"Are you sure? You sound really anxious," he noticed. "Did he do something to you?" My eyes widened.

"No! Of course not!"

"Alright then," he went on. "Well, do you wanna hang out today? Maybe go to the pizzeria again?"

"Michael, why are you doing this to me..." I thought to myself, mentally groaning.

"Sure, I don't see why not."

"Great! When do you want to go?"

"We could go right now, I guess. Want me to pick you up this time?"

"That sounds great!" he decided.

"I'll be right over," I promised.

"Alright. Bye, y/n!"

"Bye, Michael,"

After that, he hung up. I sighed, placing my phone down. I could tell that my face was probably super pale by this point from nervousness.