{Michael's POV}
"Ah, you're finally here," Mr. Walten said to my dad. "Took long enough, but why am I surprised?" My dad rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, it just so happens that there was actually traffic along the highway, anyways, we should just get down to business, ok?" he said back. This was true. We actually did get stuck in traffic. Then, my gaze fell upon a beautiful teenage girl that looked to be about my age. With her glossy [E/C] eyes and [H/C], [H/L], [Hair/Texture] hair... ((When I say 'Hair texture', I mean it like wavy, straight, curly, etc..)) she looked perfect. And her smile... it was just so cute... And even though she was a bit shorter than me, I like shorter girls. They say whenever you've seen your true love, time just slows around you, could be. But of course, pretty soon it had to speed back up.
"This is my son, Michael," my dad said, motioning for me to come over to him. I walked over and saw that the girl seemed a bit... mesmerized.
"I'm not sure if you remember my daughter, [Y/N]," Mr. Walten said to me. My eyes widened. That's [Y/N]?! [F/N] Walten?! Wow, she sure has changed a lot... BUT NO, ((I just got Arcade Craniacs vibes from that LMAOO.)) I can't think this about her! She's my rival! ...The perfect rival. MICHAEL, SHUSH, DON'T THINK LIKE THAT.
"...[Y/N], are you good?" I heard a voice say.
"Huh?" [Y/N] asked, snapping out of it. "I mean, I-I'm good!"
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{Kim'S POV}
"So, Michael, it's been a while since I've last seen you," [Y/N] said to Michael.
"Same to you," Michael said back. "Those are some... new shoes..."
"Yeah, and that's some new... hairstyle," [Y/N] said back. This was starting to sound like one of those drama shows, where there's a fight every episode.
"You know, we really should go out for coffee or something, to get to know each other better," Michael suggested in a half-hearted type of way.
"Oh, yeah, we could," [Y/N] replied, plastering on a fake smile. "But I don't want to." I looked at them both with this, "Seriously, guys?" look.
"Ok then, real housewives," I said, before anyone could say anything else. "Why don't we put aside our differences and go get some pizza from the kitchen- or correction, some cardboard?"
"Ok, ok, but I'm keeping an eye on this one," Michael said, motioning towards and glaring at [Y/N], who, soon, returned a glare.
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{[Y/N]'S POV}
As I thought, Michael is not a gentleman. Or, he claims to be one, but isn't. ((What I was kinda going for here is that Michael at this point in the story is basically reminding her, or YOU of PSY in the music video for his song 'Gentleman'. If you still don't know what I mean, here's the music video and/or song. It's down below.)) Well... I mean, he CAN be... but mostly isn't from what I've seen so far.
"God, this pizza... let's just say, I think that it needs more pepper," I said.
"Oh, no, it's fine, I hate it too, I've just had to get used to eating it," Kim said, reassuring me.
"Ok, well, in that case, this is MUCH worse than the pizza at Freddy's," Michael said. "Even I always hated it, and I loved pizza as a kid... so that's saying something-"
"Is it true that the pizza here is recycled?" I asked.
"Nope, we cut the pizza with this pizza cutter," she said, setting down the piece of pizza and grabbing their pizza cutter. "So you can already tell that it'd mess up the pieces, and we normally do it when the cheese is still hot and melty, so it'll normally go in between the pieces and settle there, causing them to look even worse."
"Wow, we actually do reuse pieces," Michael said. We both slowly looked over at him. "I-I-I mean, what's the picture of?"
"Oh, that?" Kim asked, pointing up at a framed picture on the wall. "That's of the people that'd wear the mascot costumes for Bon's Burgers, Chuck E. Cheese, and Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria."
"Oh, I know them!" I exclaimed. "They were all here for the meeting a few weeks ago!"
"Yeah, the one for us, Andre, went missing though, out of nowhere too," Kim explained.
"Huh, that's weird, do you happen to know where they last were?" Michael asked.
"Well, I don't know exactly where, but they said they went to this weird bunker in the woods," Kim said to us both. "That was the last that we heard from them. They weren't found in the bunker though."
"Sketchy, super sketchy," I said. "Suspicious."
"That's so weird, should we even be talking about it?" Michael asked. "Someone could be listening to us. Like the Russians."
"Michael, do not bring the Russians into this, it was obviously Bonnie, I saw him in the woman's bathroom the other day, when I had to go to Freddy's with my father," I said.
"So? He and Freddy go in there all the time," Kim said. I shrugged. "I heard that he also managed to hunt down some kid that had been missing for a few months. He was in this sketchy van with two other kidnapped girls."
"Woah, that's insane," I replied. "Who knew that the AI was actually somewhat smart."
"Wait, if we could maybe get one of the animatronics out to the woods where Andre went missing," Kim questioned.
"How do you intend to do that?" I asked.
"...Where did this conversation go?" Michael asked.
"Up your butt and around the corner," Kim said quickly, as if she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. "Anyways, all that I'm trying to say is that-"
"Kim, the meeting's over, we've gotta go," Kim's father said, poking his head into the kitchen.
"Oh, ok dad," she said with a smile, turning back to us. "I'll explain more later, but I gotta go." And with that, she left.
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"How much longer are they gonna talk for?" Michael asked.
"I don't know, probably like 15 more minutes," I replied.
"Have you ever heard of a rhetorical question?" Michael asked me.
"Wow, I'm surprised you know such a large word," I shot back at him. He rolled his eyes.
I honestly couldn't get over the fact that he looked so much better... and much more attractive, than I remembered. He would be perfect if he wasn't my arch-rival.
We were in the parking lot, as of right now, and for whatever reason, Mr. Afton and my dad actually seem to be enjoying themselves talking to each other. This confused me. SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT IN THIS UNIVERSE. It's like if Bon were to be peppy and Banny were to be sarcastic. It's just not matching up. I swear to God, if what I just said above were to be true and I were to enter the restaurant with a peppy Bon and sarcastic Banny, I'm gonna lose it.
"Alright, bye!" my dad called to Mr. Afton as we walked back to the car. Were my dad and Mr. Afton really becoming friends? That question was answered for me when he mumbled, "What a manipulative bastard," underneath his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. Luckily, this means that there's a few signs pointing to a normal universe.. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe Michael just got lucky when he hit puberty.
Or Maybe this was all an illusion. Maybe they were supposed to get along at some point? Maybe this was all in my head.
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Michael Afton x Female Reader ~ Kiss and Make Up
Fanfic[Y/N] Walten and Michael Afton always hated each other. They were rivals and always had been, ever since elementary school. But after about 5 years, when they finally saw each other again, even though they still seemed to hate each other with burnin...
