Fixated: Michael Afton x Reader, Fnaf fanfic

Chapter 4: The Nightmare

After the long, frightening night, you and Michael finally make it home. Once getting through the door, you decide just to head straight to bed, because of how tired you were. Face buried in your pillow, you mumble,

"What the heckkk, what is our sleep schedule supposed to look like? Ugh!" Michael chuckles, and looks out the window.

"Well, I regularly sleep until 2, to 3. Personally, that gets my 8 hours in." Michael laughs again and leaves your room. "Have a good night, Y/n. Yell at me if you need anything."

You grumble and get out your phone. As you scroll through Wattpad, you suddenly jump up. Your phone started scrolling itself... You drop your phone, and carefully pick it up again. You watch in horror, as your phone screen flashes black and white, faster than your eyes could catch.

You fill with panic as different letters, along with that creepy blue rabbit, flash across your phone screen.

G O

E U

T T

"GET OUT?!"

You quickly hurl your phone against a wall and scream at the top of your lungs. But... you grab your throat in shock when you realize that you were again, emitting no sound at all...

Just like before. That horrible, horrible high-pitched ringing came back, somehow louder than before.

You could feel your ears bleed, and the walls quickly started to cave in this time. Your world started to spin and everything was off, wrong, horrible, twisted... There was no word for it. Like last time, everything went black.

The next thing you know, you wake up, Michael huddled over you, consoling you. Your hearing was slowly coming back, your vision still blurred.

You could faintly hear Michael's worried voice. "Y/n! Y/n! Are you ok? Oh my god, Y/n!"

You slowly spoke, thankfully able to hear yourself this time. "M-Michael?" You said in a lower tone, that quite surprised yourself.

"Y/n! Thank god Y/n your awake!" Michael pulled me closer to hug me.

"Y/n I was so worried. What happened?" You slowly start to gain consciousness and realize what's going on. You also remember you haven't told Michael what happened that night in the hotel. You decide to keep it a secret, still, for his safety.

"I-I... yeah. I'm sorry. I, I think I passed out. What time is it?" Michael gave a concerned look and quickly glanced at his watch.

"It's 6:47. We got home around 6:40, and when I heard your scream, I came over here immediately and found you on the floor."

You stared at him in disbelief, before shaking yourself back to reality.

"Here, let me help you to your feet." Michael gripped his arms around you and lifted you up. After a few minutes of talking and reassuring each other, Michael leaned in and kissed you on your cheek. You, and he both went red as a tomato.

"I... Sorry. I'm just so glad you're ok, Y/n. Never scare me like that again, please..." You chuckle, Michael was so sweet and caring for you... but, what just happened?

It doesn't make any sense. Why were the nightmares back again? And why are they real? You cut your thoughts off and start to speak.

"Hmph, well, I guess we're even now, right?" Michael laughed before his face grew serious again. "Seriously. Be careful. I'll crash on the floor in here while you sleep. Just to make sure you're ok."

You laugh again at his cute and caring antics and smile. "Okay, Michael. You know, you can sleep in the bed with me, but on opposite ends! Back to back!"

Michael's eyes brighten up, before a sigh of relief and prayer hands. "God, I was hoping you'd say that, And I'm hoping you aren't a bed hog!"

The bed was very comfy, so you hop in, and crawl under the covers. Michael follows a minute later, like promised, back towards you. As you're trying to get some sleep, you cannot get it out of your head.

The rabbit. Bonnie. Get out? What does it all mean? This can't be connected somehow...

right?

You slowly wake up, taking the room in bit by it. Mid-yawn, you look over behind you. There Michael was, sound asleep, like promised, back still turned towards you. You groan, and go to reach for your phone.

"Right," You quietly mumble to yourself. You glance at the floor, staring at your phone, or at least, a part of it. There were pieces of it scattered on the floor. "Fuck." 

You get up out of bed, and walk toward the kitchen. You only now realize how modern, and clean his apartment is. "Damn," You say to yourself as you run your fingers over the smooth, granite counters.

You spot the coffee maker, and start making some. "Should I make breakfast? In this case," You glance over at the clock. 2:36. "Brunch. Drunch?" You start up the stove, walk over to the fridge, and your jaw drops. "Damn, Michael cooks? I didn't think he could become more attractive." After realizing what you've just said, you grab your mouth with your hand.

Suddenly, a low, deep voice speaks behind you. "Attractive, huh?" Michael. 

"Oh, um, no I didn't mean that. Erm... Sorry." Michael laughs before looking at the fridge, and then the stove. Relax, Y/n, I'll make the food. Go, sit down. You obey, leaving Michael in the kitchen, to do what he does best.

After a good 30 minutes, Michael returns, with two plates of perfect, freshly made omlets. "Jesus, Michael, you're an amazing cook!"

Michael chuckles and digs in. With a mouthful, he replies. "Th-mph- thank you!"

You chuckle, and wipe a piece of ketchup he got on his face off. "Hey! Y/n! Hands off of this prized possession." Michael gestured his hands at his face, and you can't help but laugh. You both enjoy your food, and a few hours of pass by.

"Hey, Y/n, wanna catch a movie before we start our shift?" You glance at the time. It's just a little after 7.

"Yeah, for sure, What's playing?" Michael pulls out his phone.

"Uhhh, some zombie apocalypse movie, I think. It starts at 7:45."

"Sure! Sounds great. Let's go!"