Michael Afton x Female Reader ~ Uncrowned

Killer On The Floor ~ NerdOut

 ((Little A/N before we start; As always, it's actually a long (HOPEFULLY AT LEAST SOMEWHAT IMPORTANT TO YOU) author's note. This is not canon. Most/some of this will be a part of my AU, but yeah. My idea on this was a little bit off, so I might have to modify this as it gets published. A lot of this story is gonna be memories of [Y/N] and Michael, so there's not gonna be a lot of present stuff with [Y/N] in it. Sorry! But hey, at least there's the memories. This is set in the 80s, so yes, I'm aware that most of these games are on Steam (and from today) and these TV shows/books/movies/series came out sometime in the modern world, so let's just play pretend... and pretend that they existed back then... sorry, I just watched a bunch of Poppy Playtime videos and I regret saying that- but just say that they existed back then, is all that I'm trying to say. Also, I have no idea if C.C. is gonna be dead in this one, but either way, he's gonna be mentioned in this. DISCLAIMER: Also, there may/will be a few mentions of suicide, self-harm and mentions of abuse. There's gonna be some cliff-hangers, so before you break your computers, just know that I'm gonna try and update as much as possible. And with the song that's at the top, I just think that that's kinda the theme song of this fanfic, but at the same time, not. Now... HAPPY READING!!!!!!!))

"Oh no, did I frighten you?

No please, sometimes I can't help my indecency

I'm really not that bad, won't you lend me your hand?

Hoped we'd be best friends until the very end!

I'm in my penitentiary for a long history

That's nature is to repeat and I'm the key

Why can't you understand? There's no other way out!

So let me take control!"

{Michael's POV}

It was a completely white room. There were medical supplies everywhere and some sorta giant switch on the wall next to the doorway. In the middle of it all, a platform. I let the door close behind me, looking back at it and seeing it disappear. This place literally looks like something out of a Progressive commercial, if it were a horror movie though.

I carefully walk towards the platform. It looks like one of those hospital beds. I was curious to see who was there and what was happening to them.

Cautiously, I approached the bed, jumping back in shock as soon as I saw who it was. It was [Y/N]. She looked lifeless. Almost like someone in 'Flatliners'. Her eyes were wide open and her pupils were large. Her mouth was slightly opened and it looked like she was in shock. Her [H/C] hair was sprawled out just a bit on the pillow of the bed. There was something (I don't know what it's called) connected to her temples and it looked like she was being tested on. She was in her normal attire, which slightly surprised me. Her face was pale and it looked like she was sick. There was no subtle rise and fall of her chest, she wasn't even shaking. There was no movement at all from her. But I could tell that her heart was still beating.

I jolted awake. I had no idea what that dream- erm, nightmare... was supposed to mean. I've been having it for about 3 nights now. I wanted to cry. I wanted to know that my beautiful, wonderful [Y/N] was safe.

I should probably start from the beginning of all of this: Basically, this world is filled with people with powers, or quirks, as we like to call them. You know, like in My Hero Academia. But there's a difference between the quirks on MHA and the quirks here.

You see, in My Hero Academia, it's normally something unique to you, but here, everyone that is capable of having powers is able to choose a quirk that's based off of a fictional character. Now, there's about 20% of the population that is unable to have their own quirk and is incapable of obtaining a quirk from a fictional character, so they inherit whatever their parents had.