Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)

31: england

michael pov

i woke up and stared at the wall for a minute before standing up. i grabbed some clothes and started to put them on. it was blue jeans, a blue jean jacket, a black t shirt, and some tennis shoes.

(for reference but imagine the bag as a messenger bag)

i stared at the british flag on my wall and sighed. in england we were happy. in england evan was alive. in england mum was alive. in england elizabeth was alive. in england dad loved me. in england he cared about my general well being. in england i was ok. now everything is shit. i walked out of my room and cleared my throat.

"morning, mike. want breakfast?" jess asked.

"ill pass. i have to get to school." i grabbed my bag and left the house. it was cold. i liked that, it reminded me of england's colder climate. i grabbed a pack of fags from my bag as well as a lighter. i tapped one out of the box and placed it in between my lips, and lit it. i took a deep inhale before pulling the fag out of my mouth and blowing the smoke out of my mouth. this repeated until kenya ran up to me.

"hey, mikes!" kenya hugged me

"hey, ken." i pat her shoulder.

"how are you feeling? i know saturday was ass." kenya grabbed my hand. i threw the fag down and put it out with my shoe.

"i'm good. just...it hurts i guess." i sighed

"yeah i know. it was just so- stupid. he was cool! why would he do that? he's such an airhead, ya know?" kenya rested her head on my shoulder.

"yeah." i started to scratch my wrist softly.

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in first period, tyler didn't sit next to us. that's the good thing about not having assigned seats. however, now i was in 2nd period, which i had with tyler. and his assigned seat was right next to mine. you can imagine the kind of emotions that we are feeling. apparently we have a group project, and the teacher is choosing our partners.

"michael, you'll be with tyler." the teacher smiled. shit.

"s-so..." i scratched at my wrist.

"so..." tyler echoed.

"how a-are... so do-..." i trailed off.

"here, y-you do the writing part, and i'll do the visual. that way we won't have to talk." tyler cleared his throat. i nodded. i didn't want to talk to him. i couldn't bare trusting him again. another thing about england, in england i didn't know tyler.

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i walked into the freddys and walked to henry's office. i knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

"who is it?" henry asked

"michael." i cleared my throat.

"come in, then." henry called. i opened the door and took of my bag.

"can i leave this here until i decide to head back to the house?" i asked. henry nodded and pointed at the wall, to which i put my bag on the floor. i shut the door and walked to pirates cove, just to see my father standing there. it's as if he was waiting for me.

"what are you doing here." i gritted my teeth.

"working, getting paid." my fathers obnoxious american accent chimed.

"drop the act fatha, not in the mood." i started to scratch my wrist again.

"fine fine, how was school?" father leaned on the wall.

"why do you care?"

"i was just as-"

"go 'just ask' someone else." i spat harshly.

"now now michael, no need to be rude-"

"FUCK YOU. YOU RUINED MY LIFE. MOVING TO AMERICA WAS THE WORST DECISION YOU EVER MADE FOR OUR FAMILY. I WAS FINE WITH US BEING DIRT POOR IN ENGLAND! AT LEAST WE WERE HAPPY! I WISH YOU NEVER FUCKING MOVED US HERE!" i screamed, falling into the wall.

"if you miss england so much just move back." father spat.

"IM 16. I CONT JUST FOCKING MOVE TO ANOTHER COUNTRY, YA PRIC-"

"michael william afton. calm yaself. there's children near." father smiled sarcastically and put his hand on my shoulder

"KILL YOURSELF YOU MANIPULATIVE ASSHOLE!" i spat, grabbing dads arm and punching him. he quickly grabbed my hair and punched me.

"dont you eva do that again. i might not be your legal guardian but i can still beat your ass. understand?" he held my hair tightly. i grabbed his wrist and nodded.

"good boy. now go fuck off." father pushed me towards the exit of pirates cove.