Fixated: Michael Afton x Reader, Fnaf fanfic

Chapter 7: Prank call

"Michael!" You scream, taking a step back. You immediately tend to him.

"Y/n...I'll be fine...get out of here while you still can! Run!" You were surprised by how Michael shouted, but you were still unconvinced. "I-I'm not leaving you here." You say, in practically a whisper.

Michael's shirt was drenched in blood. The people in the theatre were panicking. Wait...where is Bonnie, and Chica? "Michael, who did this to you...?" You quietly ask.

"It doesn't matter! Get out of here! Go!"

"Who did this to you. Which animatronic?" You repeat in a firm tone. Michael sighs before wincing from the pain. "I-It was... Foxy. But, not regular Foxy. He was, well, different. Scarier. Lots of teeth." Lots of teeth, you thought to yourself.

Michael must finally be seeing the nightmare animatronics like you do.

"Help! Anyone!" You scream out. But no one was lisstening. The movie speakers were still on, and everyone was screaming, freaking out because of everything happening.

You try to think of ideas to help Michael. You eagerly pull out your phone, and dial 911. "H-Hello? I need help. Robots are attacking people. At the cinema." You quickly say, stuttering half the sentence.

"Yeah, so you're at the movies, and robots are attacking people?" The other line answers. Shit. How do you explain this to somebody without sounding crazy? "N-No! It isn't like that. We need help! People are bleeding out and--"

"Look, kid. Take your prank calls somewhere else. You could be charged for this." The operator says, before absently hanging up the phone.

"W-What the fuck..." You slowly whisper, to nothing. You practically drop the phone from how shaky, and scared you are.

"Well?-- ouch!" Michael asks. You stare at the floor, the chaos around you draining out.

"Nothing." You answer. "The operator hung up on me." A concerned look grew upon Michaels's face.

Your heart pounds in your chest, struggling to think of an idea to help Michael. "O-Okay, Michael. You stay right there; I'm going to go get help!" Michael passes a weak smile.

"Go," He responds. You run out of the theatre, past Chica and past Bonnie. Looking around for help, you decide to run over to the cashier.

"Help! There are crazy animatronics running around! Please help, my friend he's—he's dying! Call the police or something or...!"

The cashier looks at you with shock. "O-Okay, we'll call the police. Can you show us which theatre he's in? Where are the animatronics?"

You nod, before leading him to it. He and you stop in front of the door—or what was a door.

"W-What?!?" You scream. "What happened to this theatre? Theatre number 6?!" The cashier stares at you. "Wait...where is Michael?! Michael! Please tell me, you remember a theatre here, right? It was right here!" You say, pounding on what was a door, now a wall.

Scared, the cashier says "Ma'am... I'm not sure what you're talking about. There was never a theatre here?"

"Excuse me?" You reply, in a numb, firm tone. Your heart dropped in your stomach. There was never a theatre here?

Frantically, you start to look around. "No, no no! It was right here! W-where..." The cashier passes another puzzled look at you. 

"Look, ma'am, if you don't stop, I might have to call security. I don't wanna do that." Why is everyone--everything against me today! You tell yourself you have to keep calm. Before inspecting the wall once more, you leave to get some fresh air and think. On the other hand, your mind was still haywire. Panicked.

Okay okay, think, y/n. How can something like this happen?