Micheal Afton X Reader || Monday Mornings

04|down in the dumps

A/N: Hey! I know authors notes suck. But this is important. Firstly, this chapter does contain violence. Please do not read if you are sensitive to it. Secondly. It's going to take me longer to release chapters, a lot going on irl.

After finishing up from work, you walked home in the early morning sun by yourself. The sun had just began to rise over the tree line. It was nice to feel the breeze on your face, and the sun lingered in the background. After today, the weekend would be over, and you would have to go back to school. Great. Sure, you only worked on the weekends. But it made everything less enjoyable. Surely you wouldn't burn out soon? Right?

The streets were mostly empty, except for the few early birds. Some dog walkers, and people enjoying the fresh morning air. You had to admit it was the most peaceful thing you would see all week. Relaxing your shoulders, and letting out a yawn you greeted the people that had walked by. Everyone was so happy, a small part of you envied people who enjoyed life to the fullest.

Sticking your hands in your coat pocket to keep them warm, you walked at a decent pace. Taking in the beautiful view. This part of town was filled with greenery; bushes, trees, and flowerbeds. Cales words still stuck to the back of your mind, you deserved it. You did break a couple of important rules along the way, not to mention being on the brink of death multiple times. Next time you promised yourself you would not go out of the office.

Your thoughts trailed back to the animatronic, Springtrap. How was it so self aware? All animatronics that you had interacted with stuck to their program. This one seemed different. Your arm lingered where it had squeezed your arm. You hadn't cared to check on it for awhile, it was purple, it looked sickly. Hopefully it would heal soon, and more importantly hopefully no one would notice, and prod at you for answers. How would you tell them a possessed animatronic bunny nearly killed you, but just told you to leave?

Your house was approaching in the distance, happy to get home and finally get some rest. Grabbing the front door keys from your bag, you slid it carefully into the lock, opening the door with ease. Being as quite as possible, you closed the door, kicked off your shoes, and hung up your coat. Hopefully Kylie wouldn't wake up. All the lights in the house were off, slices of sun leaked through the windows. Walking down the halls felt oddly similar to your experience prior that morning. Pushing it aside, you needed to focus on getting rest.

Finally making it to your room, you peeled off your clothes, putting on a loose t-shirt and gym shorts. Putting your security guard uniform on the chair by your desk. Moving to your bed, you slipped under the covers, the warm familiar scent of lavender and fabric softener eased any stressful thought you had. All thoughts, worries, and doubts had slipped out of your mind, the warmth of sleep rose. Exhaustion was your greatest enemy, finally, for one moment, you'd get to beat it.

Waking up in the mid afternoon was an odd experience. Rolling over to see your alarm, the time read 4:31. You had gotten at least 9 hours of sleep. Decent. Peeling yourself up from your bed, you walked out into the main room. Kylie was already making dinner.

"Morning sleeping beauty." Kylie joked, shooting you a playful smile. You reacted with a half sleepy smile.

"How do you deal with everything?" You asked Kylie, slumping in your seat, you folded your arms, and rested your head on them. The darkest was comforting. Even though you couldn't see it, you could tell a Kylie was worried for you. Ever since you got the job, you had been different.

Kylie strained the noodles over the sink, turning the stove to a lower setting for the sauce.

"(Y/n), maybe this job is too much at the moment? I know with everything in your family you've been pushing things down." She put some milk, the cheese packet, and some butter into a pan. Quickly she threw together some mac n cheese.