The Fall of the Aftons

137: Michael Afton

Blood splattered onto Michael's jacket as a scream slipped from his lips. He sprinted over to his brother's body still dangling from the animatronic's mouth, taking off his jacket. He pried open Fredbear's jaw, letting Evan's pale, unconscious, and bloody body fall into his arms. Michael dropped to the ground and wrapped his jacket as tight as he could around Evan's head for a temporary bandage. He held his brother close, shouting, yelling, screaming for help. He held Evan closer and tried to apply pressure on his brother's head to stem the flow of blood, but it didn't do much other than soak the jacket through.

"Michael, I-I called the police!" Simon called from the other end of the auditorium. "A-A-An ambulance will be here soon!" He dropped the phone and rushed over, grabbing boxes of napkins from a few dining tables on his way. "Crap, that's a lot of blood—y-you weren't kidding—wh-what can I do to help?"

"I-I-I don't know!" Michael exclaimed, tears falling from his eyes. He held out a shaky hand for one of the napkin boxes, grabbing the napkins Simon took out of one of the boxes. He pressed the napkins over the jacket, the blood soaking the napkins straight through. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

"What. the. fuck did you do?!" William shouted, standing on the stage, taking off his Springbonnie suit head.

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William shouted and screamed at Michael, scolding him for what he'd done and insulting him. But he wasn't paying much attention. He was a sobbing mess, choking on his own salty tears. He was already panicking about Evan's condition, and it didn't help that he kept having flashbacks to when he was bit back in '83. He was disoriented more than words could describe because of the flashbacks and his utter terror.

Shouts that didn't come from William's voice partially shook Michael out of his disorientation and sobbing. He gasped and hiccupped, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands, trying to clear away the tears that were making it impossible to see. He froze when he saw Noah scolding his father, blinking hard to hopefully clear the tears faster to make sure he wasn't just seeing things.

As soon as he was done scolding William, Noah turned on his heel and rushed to Michael, giving him a huge hug.

"Simon called and told me what happened," he explained, hugging Michael tighter. "I forced Drai to drive me here so I can see you. I'm so sorry that this happened, Mikey. I know how much you care about Evan. I can't imagine how bad you feel..."

A whimper-like sound forced itself out of Michael. "Noah..." he mumbled, his voice hoarse. He sniffled and gasped, coughing slightly when he choked on his tears again. "Noah, I-I'm scared!" he cried, hugging Noah back with as much strength as he could muster. "He was so p-pale, a-and there was s-so blood—I can't stand the thought of him dying—we just lost Analex, a-a-and TJ, and Lav, and Ella—i-i-if Evan died, I don't know what I would do!" He started to sob again, this time even harder than before, his sobs not only making him shake but Noah, too. "I-I can't lose him, Noah. I can't, I-I can't, I can't!"