A Deadly Run AU《FNAF》

Chapter 2.

Michael looked sadly at the old house where he had grown up so many years. And..he reunited for his sadness with his own family. On the one hand, he didn't want to leave, but on the other... he wanted to. A lot. He could feel himself suffocating inside every second. How he wants to scream, to let his heavy tears fall from his eyes, down the cheeks. The soul may fall and may release it, but the chances are slim.

"Perfect." Ennard said with a smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in ecstasy. He can't stand Michael's family, William Afton the most. "Everything's set up.. All you have to do is to let me- Michael? Michael!"

"Now! Now.." The boy replied in a withdrawn voice.

"Come on Mikey! It's your chance!" Enn had taken both Michael's hands in his, looking him in the eyes, even though Michael was not looking back. "You can be happy! No relatives to make you feel bad and guilty. Feel like you're suffocating." The last part he said was a reminder to Afton's son, trying to get more into his mind.

"Why do you care?" Michael asked him coldly, but he was more desperate and hopeless. He had no hope in him for a long time. He still felt suffocated.

Ennard looked into his eyes without emotion. But he let out a smile. "Because you gave me another chance, Mikey." He had softened his gentler voice. "Come on now."

"Now.."

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"Night.."

"What is it, Goldie?"

"C.C has been crying for minutes already.. Can I- "

"Go to him."

Goldie stared wide-eyed, his white iris and black sclera gleaming. "Can I?!"

"Yes, yes. Go to him. I know your schedule and.. your feelings of protection for a broken-hearted child are huge."

"Night.."

Nightmare just looked at him seriously, Goldie quickly left in his teddy bear form at C.C. The boy with the blood flowing down put his face in the pillows. He didn't want to be so affected by what was happening minutes ago. He should have gotten over it, right? Well, no and yes. He still cared about Michael, despite what he had done to him and.. killed.

"C.C..?" The golden bear was beside the boy. "Do you want a hug?"

The dead boy quickly took him in his arms. The plush smiled happily. Nightmare watched them from the darkness. He looked up at the ceiling, at the vents.

'It's quiet.' He teleported through the dark shadows up in the vents, it was quiet. Empty. 'Where's that crazy clown?'

He stepped through the cold wind in his black plush shape. Until he reached an exit, in Michael Afton's room. He jumped down. The bedroom was empty. No sign of anyone.

"Oh no.. So that masked clown persuaded him to leave. C.C won't be happy about that. Or his family. ... What am I saying here? Maybe only C.C will care. I don't even know why. But he still cares."

Nightmare disappeared from there.

The eyes of the toxin purple were looking at the empty room with a mad smile.

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"Ah.. Nothing has changed!" Ennard said with a smile as he entered Michael Afton's old apartment. He looked at the door of the room where the armchair and the TV were. He wanted to open the door, but was locked. "Okay.. That's weird."

Forced. Seeing that he had failed, Enn used a wire as a key, opening it. The bedroom was dark. He turned on the light, staring at the TV, the armchair, the dusty carpet covered with a bucket of popcorn.

"Oh! Even your popcorn is here. Ugh.. it's kind of expired now."

"Heh..yeah."

'I wonder why the door was closed..' Michael thought, as did Ennard.

"Kind of dusty." Enn said slightly indifferently. "Ugh.. But hey! We're finally free!"

"Are we?.."

"Yeah. I mean serious, Michael, I couldn't stand sitting there for a second. I felt like I was choking on my nerves. That I was in that..pizzeria again. But look, I did. I stood and endured. As you did."

"To this day.. ... Enn.."

"Yes, Michael?"

"Can you.. secure the apartment?" Michael asked him, his eyes on the ground.

"Are you afraid your family might find you?" Mike agreed, even though he was aware that this could never happen. But it's better to be safe than sorry. "Okay." Enn put his hand on the brown hair with purple at the tips. "Go get some rest, Mikey. I'll take care of everything." Ennard smiled at him.

Michael approved, his eyes still on the ground. Enn just giggled short, taking his hand off the head of the walking dead body, leaving him alone. Mike instantly sat down on the couch, touching his face with his palms, looking around. Everything looked like he had left it. Or so he thought at the time. Notice a vase of flowers on the table. The flowers looked fresh, neat. His breath froze instantly as he realized, looking fearfully at the magnolia flowers.

"Someone is staying in my apartment..."