Michael Afton X Reader (One-Shots)

IIV

Just younger Michael murdering his father, which was a mistake, and ends up just like the one he hates most.
No reader is included just angst? Dunno.

WARNING! death, detailed gore(?), swear words, and more

He had enough, his father was a piece of absolute shit ever since cc died he couldn't help himself, his father, a piece of scum, blaming him, hurting him, for something that isn't this fault, it was 2 am, Michael was restless, he couldn't sleep after the incident, the way how blood-splattered, on his face, the traumatizing scene, he was scared, sweat mixing with blood, he is a murderer, but, no matter how guilty, he still craves that feeling again, the feeling of another life being taken.

Rustling, he got out of bed rubbing his sore puffy eyes, the kid was almost 16 and had to experience this, no help, no comfort, just loneliness, he thought about it all over again till he reached the kitchen and found himself, grabbing a knife subconsciously what am I doing?  he looked at the shiny thing, is he really doing this? How would this impact his life? after this... he'd be the only one left, after this, he would be responsible for his father's actions, fully aware of his ideas, he has to end what he had started, drowning himself about how useless, how selfish he is, how careless, ending up in his father's room he stands upon his father's sleeping form, raising the knife aiming for the neck.

"Gah!' He yelled out as his father woke up and grabbed his arm holding it away, he winced in pain at his father's grip, though he was lanky, he had strength, being able to deal with almost 370 LB animatronics "Bloody fucking hell! Are you crazy Michael?!" His father yelled nastily with venom lacing his voice, Michael was tired of this, furrowing his eyebrows as he yelled "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" he use all of his strength and wrestled with his father, finally attempting to stab him causing his father to let go, he starts stabbing him a few times, that's enough. Panting, covered in blood sweat, and tears, looking at his father figure, his throat was slit and his chest looks barely recognizable, almost throwing up at the sight he flinches "Michael...how could you do this...to your own father? Your a murderer, a monster. Just. Like. me" his father was surely dead, he's hearing things, throwing he knife aside and heading to the bathroom looking in the mirror, all he sees is him. he takes a shower, he didn't care if it was almost 3, he just felt icky, sighing and getting dressed, he was tired, he would deal with the bull shit in the morning, heading to his room and locking it.