michael pov
i stared into the living room from the kitchen. i didn't dare step into the living room. no. not while father is in this state. father lifted the bottle to his mouth, and all but savoured the drink. he didn't drink for the taste, he drank for the feeling. he likes to talk about that a lot. i started to head up the stairs, but father had other plans.
"mmichael... c'mere" father waved me towards him. i clenched my fist and sighed. you could hear the drunkenness in his voice. i spun around on my heel and walked back to him. i stood above him and watched as he took another quick swig of the bottle.
"sit." he pointed to the floor next to him. i sat on the floor in front of him, with my legs crossed over each other.
"you know, michael, you look just like me. when you're older, the only differences in us will be our eye colour!" father smiled, placing his hand on my face.
"mhm...i know, fatha." i held my fists closed tighter if that was possible.
"ssay th-ank you, boy. that'ssss a compliment." he spat.
"t-thank you, fatha." i inhaled sharply. he seemed satisfied. he took another swig from the bottle. he held the bottle next to his ear and shook it a little, and then threw it at the wall. i jumped at the sound of the glass shattering.
"wot? that scare youu?" father laughed. a small hiccup escaped from his mouth and he sighed.
"michael fetch me anotha beer, wont you?" he smiled. i hated that smile. i nodded and ran to the fridge. i grabbed him 3 more bottles, already knowing that the one he asked me for wouldn't be enough.
"aaahh michaelll. did you anticipate that i wwwould -hic- ask you for mmore?" he laughed.
"y-yes, i did, fatha." i held my hands in my lap tightly.
"good boy." he chuckled. he started to drink again. after a while of him drinking without saying anything to me, i started to stand up, but he hit the bottle he was nursing over my head and glared at me. i rubbed my eyes roughly as the liquid dropped into my eyes. father just laughed.
"you get up when i say you get up." father spat. i nodded and placed my hands in my lap. my head hurt but i couldn't feel blood. i touched the spot where my father hit me and looked at my hand. there was blood, but it wasn't dripping down my forehead like it should have. then my head started to hurt so much worse. it felt like he was repeatedly hitting me with the bottle, but his hand wasn't even near me. it pulsed in pain and the pain started to become too much. my skin started to fall off of my face, and father just continued to drink. father stood up and he was suddenly so much taller than i remembered. as his body stretched out above me, it felt as though mine was becoming small.
"stand, boy." his voice sounded demonic. i quickly stood up and my body protested to to that painfully.
"it's funny how those closest to you always have their lives ended by me in some way or another. directly, or indirectly." fathers voice had only worsened.
"one day you're gonna look just like me, michael. just. like. me." father smiled. his smile stretched from one ear to the other, and his teeth were covered in blood, and the blood started to drip down onto my face. i screamed as loud as i could, but my voice seemed lost to me.
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Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)
Fanfiction(cover art not mine, it's by melinda hendrix on tumblr ) Updates will probably take a while, but hey what can I say Michael Afton was born on September 27th, 1968. His little siblings were born on April 13th, 1972, and the other on December 19th, 19...
