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

Chapter 24

Y/n's POV:

 "Okay, where could he be? What was she talking about? The only locations are that first one, the one we were at, Fredbear's, Circus Baby's, the newer one; and wasn't there another one? I swear I think there's at least one more. Maybe I could-"

"Michael!"

Michael stopped ranting and looked over at me.

"Breathe."

Michael sighed. "Sorry. I guess I'm just anxious about what Charlie said."

"It's okay, I understand," I assured Michael.

"I hate to break it to you, but no you don't," Michael said. "You're not the one whose dad was a serial killer and was chased down into a room by his victims where he suffered a brutal death, and now you're desperately trying to find out how to find and save him with the vague information given to you by one of his victims."

"Okay, so I don't understand," I admitted. "But it's frustrating for me too. Not nearly as much as it is for you, but I want answers too."

Michael let out a frustrated sigh. "Do you have any idea what Charlie was talking about?" he groaned, burying his face in his hands. "What other location was she talking about? We've already been to all of the pizzerias that he and Henry built."

Wait a minute... Henry. Maybe he had some answers.

"Oh my gosh! Henry!" I burst out.

"What about him?"

"Michael, where do you think Charlie even got all that information?"

"Um... I don't know. Why would I?" Michael asked.

"From her dad! I mean, think about it! Maybe Henry knows something about this stuff!"

Michael's face lit up. "Y/n, you're brilliant! I'm gonna call him right now!"

Michael reached for his pocket to grab his phone but I stopped him before he could.

"No, don't. This is something that we should talk to him about in person."

"I guess you're right. Let's head to his house right now."

Michael began to stand up but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. He gave me a confused look.

"Have you even planned out what questions we're going to ask him? This is a lot of stuff, maybe we should plan out everything we should ask first."

"I know, but we need to talk to him! He might have answers!" Michael protested.

"Well, he can't give us answers if we don't know what questions to ask him."

"Ugh... fine!" Michael groaned. "Alright, what do you think we should ask?"

"Well... you might as well get comfortable because I've got a lot of things in mind."

After we had come up with a few questions, we headed over to Henry's house.

Well, that's an understatement; there was a lot more than just a few. We may or may not have written out an entire list.

When we got there, we rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer. It didn't take long for him to come to the door. Once he saw that it was us, he looked a little confused.

"Hi Michael, hi y/n... what are you doing here?"

"Well, we had a few questions," Michael said.