Michael afton x reader

14

It was the next day and I woke up next to y/n. Fred already went home. That reminds me. I wonder what Evan and my dad are doing while I'm 'missing'.

I get up. I think it's time to go home anyway.
I tap y/n.
"I'm going home. I'll see you later yeah?"
"Yeah ok" they mumble.

"Love you." FUCK WHY DID I LET THAT SLIP.
"Love you too."NEVERMIND!

~time skip~

As I rip toed into my house a light switched on.
"Where the fuck have you been?" It was father.
"I thought you wouldn't want me near you so I left."
"No. You did that because your a little attention seeker. Aren't you."
"What? No of course not! I ran away so you wouldn't hurt me!"
"DON'T LIE TO ME MICHAEL! YOU KNOW I WOULD NEVER PHYSICALLY HURT MY SONS. EVER!" And with that he threw a punch. I guess everything he just said to me was a lie.

He realised what he just done.
"Michael I'm so sorry..." he tries.
"Save it, William." And with that I walked upstairs.
Why can't I have a perfect family?
Why can't I leave?
Why can't he be normal?
Why can't I be normal?

"Mookle...you have a bruise on your face. Can I heal it?" Evan walked in with the first aid kit.
I wiped my tears. He can't know his big brother cry's. Men don't cry.

"Sure. Do what you want I don't care."
He tried his best to heal them.
"There we go!"
I started tearing up.
"You uhm you didn't see what happened downstairs did you?"
He went quiet.
"I saw....I didn't know daddy would do that...daddy isn't normally like that. Fredbear says we have to be nicer to him. He said if we don't we will have to carry more first aid kits around often."
"You need to stop talking to that stupid bear" I chuckle.

He hugs me and goes downstairs.

•EVANS POV•

"Daddy?"
"What is it ev?"
"Maybe you should go upstairs and say sorry to mookle."
"No."
"What? Why?"
"Because if he can't manage to call me father and not my real name that I can't manage to say that awful word."
"But daddy if you say sorry he might love you again!"
"Evan go upstairs."
"But-
"EVAN GO UPSTAIRS."
I feel a sting on my cheek.
Suddenly I hear someone rush downstairs.

It was Mookle!
"DAD WHAT THE FUCK."
"So now you call me dad."
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE DON'T HIT EVAN. HIT ME ALL YOU WANT BUT DON'T YOU EVER DARE HIT MY LITTLE BROTHER."
Mookle picked me up and took me upstairs.
I was crying. My cheek hurt a lot.

"Does daddy hate us?"
"No ev. He doesn't."
Somehow I feel like he's lying.
Why would he do that to us...
Because he's mad.
Hurting.
Sad.
He only cares about himself.
Don't bother with him.
Oh hi fredbear.

"Mooke..."
"Yes ev?"
"Your the best brother in the world! And look! We have matching marks on out cheeks now!"
I thought that would make him better but he hugged me more and cried.

This scares me.

William afton.
Diary 1

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