Fixated: Michael Afton x Reader, Fnaf fanfic

Chapter 1: Utah

A/N Hi! This is my first time writing a book, so please leave any friendly, helpful criticism in the comments! I also wanted to note that I tried going with the lore, but I wanted it to be set in the modern-day when Michael is young, so it isn't really canon, but you can leave helpful tips on that too! (and keep reading, I promise it has unexpected twists.) enjoy!

"Oh, sorry about that! 'scuse me! Oops! Coming through!" you walk with your head high, lost in the streets of Utah. "Erm, this map isn't the best, is it?" You say to yourself, confused.

You realize that you've passed by the dreaded Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. At the very thought of it, you shudder and continue to walk. You heard about the murders a while ago on the news, and it never really made sense to you. 

"Scary," 

You say to yourself, before realizing you're in public. You decide to push the thought of it to the back of your brain for now and focus on the walk ahead of you.

 As you're walking, turning the map upside down and back, you accidentally bump into someone, leading you both to fall. "oh my god, I am SO sorry! You have no idea I-" You look up while scrambling to find everything you dropped, and notice that the person you bumped into is kneeling with you, also helping you gather your things.

 You stare at him in awe, probably for too long, because he notices you. You quickly drop your eyes back to the ground and continue. "Hi, I'm Michael." 

You almost drop everything once again, from how deep and charming his voice is. 

"O-oh, hi, my name is y/n. I am so sorry for running into you. I'm-" 

"Relax, y/n, it's fine. I'm quite glad I ran into you. I love meeting new people."

 Suddenly, you start to blush. Michael gives you a robust, warm hand back to your feet. 

"Thanks. Erm, I know this may be not polite, but I can't seem to find the cafè. Do you know the directions?"

 You hold the map up obliviously. 

Michael takes a moment to think, and just now, you notice his skinny, tall, but muscular body. He was dressed in a purple dress shirt with acceptable black pants. He had medium-length, brown-black hair. 

"Hmm, Cafè... Oh yeah! There's one around the corner. Would you like me to walk you there?" 

You grin, "That would be great."

 And just like that, you both head to the cafè.

"So, y/n, you're new here? I just got off work, so this is perfect timing." 

You start to relax as you begin to talk.

 "Y-yeah... I was just so bored, and I needed a new start." 

Michael stops for a moment and chuckles in that beautiful voice. 

"And you came to Utah for that?" He laughed again. 

"Yeah, you meanie! Utah is beautiful!"

 You both stop and take a moment to laugh. 

You then catch yourselves staring at each other, and suddenly Michael starts to blush. You do too, and when you realize it, you quickly turn back around. You both begin to walk again, and Michael puts his hands behind his head. 

"Yeah, you win. Utah is pretty cool." 

You don't say anything but laugh a little, about how kind and funny he was."So... where are you from? And what was making you so desperate for a new start that you came to Utah for it?"You laugh again.