Fixated: Michael Afton x Reader, Fnaf fanfic

Chapter 2: The picnic

"It doesn't have your number in it!" You take a breath and sit back down. 

"You dummy! I was so scared!" He chuckles and hands you his phone. "Y/n, come on! put your number in!"

"hmmm, let me think. Your request has been submitted and is waiting on approval. Ok, accepted!" He laughs, and you take the phone, typing your number in.

You both walk to the entrance and forget that it was raining. "ugh, rain! I can't walk. Gotta call a cab." 

"Here, Y/n, money for your cab." He hands you 20 bucks and smiles. 

"Michael, you're too sweet. This has been so nice. Thank you." You return him a kind smile and step outside. You then notice his hands wrap around you and place a jacket on your back.

"Be careful y/n, don't get wet! See you!" He walked away. You thought to yourself, Why is he so cute? No, we just met! Get yourself together, y/n. 

You get in your cab, and he starts driving. You look out the window at the rain, but you can't get him out of your head. It's almost creepy. You can't believe he worked at Freddy Fazbear's... all of those murders... William Afton... It just doesn't feel right. It's all so unsettling...

You keep driving for about ten more minutes until the car pulls into the shitty motel parking lot. The vehicle comes to a halt.

 "That'll be $17.29." You slowly hand him the 20 that Michael gave you. You open the car door and get out. 

"Cya." You walk up to the door and head inside. There were peeling walls painted a grimey yellow, stained red carpet, gross coloured furniture and a depressed-looking secretary at the front desk.

You walk up to the desk and ring the bell. The weird secretary doesn't seem to hear you, so you ring it again. 

"What do ya want, kid?" she asked in a low, husky tone. 

"Um, can I get a room for a few nights?" The secretary rolled her eyes and started typing in her computer.

"That'll be 79 dollars a night." You can't seem to tell if that is a good or a bad price for a motel of this kind. You pay for the room, and she informs you in her low voice, 

"Third floor, four doors to your left."

After getting lost for a while, you finally find your room. The door opens, making a horrible creaking sound, and you enter the room. It doesn't smell the nicest, but you don't care. You drop your things and flop down on the bed. 

You look up at the cracked ceiling, "ugh, this SUCKS!"

You pull up your phone and see you have a notification. It reads

Hey, this is Michael, coffee dude? Or did this super hot chick give me a random number to humiliate me?

 You turn over and start laughing into your pillow. You gather yourself and start typing again.

Hey, coffee boy! <333 Btw, ty for the cab money earlier! And for your jacket. Fyi, you won't be getting it back. :D

You open the camera app and text him a pic of you, in his jacket.

 Look who's still got your jacket!

You set your phone down, waiting for a response. You decide to take off your makeup and shower to pass some time.

You slowly make your way over to the bathroom. "Ew," You mutter to yourself as you look around. The toilet was disgusting, and so was the sink, shower, pretty much everything else. "Where are the towels?"