Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Murderer

Michael jumped at a sharp knocking on his window, it was loud and made the panes rattle. He swiped at his face, drying up his tears and then rubbed his nose furiously. Getting up off the bed, he was initially dizzy, nauseated after how hard he had been crying. His room was dark and messy and there wasn't any evidence of Michael actually living. He shuffled across his floor to the window and pulled the curtains back. He was met with the upper half of Reece's head, his fist was raised, poised to knock again until he saw Michael's tear stained face and red rimmed eyes.

Michael opened the window, the frigid night air burned his cheeks and his chapped lips. Reece climbed in, nearly losing his footing a couple times. His face was a comforting sight for Michael to see. His warm brown eyes and soft lips. Not that Michael would know they were soft. Not yet, anyways. Reece looked around the room, but didn't say anything about it. Didn't acknowledge the mess that surrounded him.

"Hey, Mikey. I came as fast as I could. I didn't want to go through the front though, I didn't think you'd answer the door." Reece said and immediately pulled Michael into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around him and pushed his head into his neck. Michael began sobbing again, his tears soaking into Reece's sweatshirt.

"My d-dad! Oh god!" Michael sobbed, his legs felt weak and his head suddenly felt like it was floating. Reece noticed he was sinking and so he scooped him up easily and carried him to his bed, putting him back in it. He laid out and opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, his blue eyes were bright against the burning sclera. Reece slid into bed next to him, putting an arm under Michael's head and pulled him against his body. Michael curled up willingly, clutching onto Reece's shirt.

"It's okay. You knew this from the beginning, it was everybody else who didn't believe you." Reece whispered, tears burned at his own eyes, but he didn't let himself cry. He wouldn't. This wasn't about him, this was about Michael. This was Michael's dad, after all.

"He killed them. He actually did. I didn't know that it was actually true. I mean... I did. But I was hoping I was wrong!" Michael's voice cracked horribly and he broke down into sniveling, hiccuping sobs. "Oh my god, Reece. I'm the son of a murderer. I'm the son of one of the worst murderers in history." Michael cried. Reece bit on his tongue. He didn't know what to say, Michael was right. William Afton was definitely one for the history books. "He killed my mom."

"We don't know that, Mikey." Reece tried, rubbing Michael's back.

"I do. I know that." Michael whispered. His breathing became sporadic as he smothered his face into Reece's chest.

"Oh, Mike... we'll get though this. Don't worry."