🎭Theatre Kid🎭
Teen Michael x Teen Reader
Keys:
Italics=Sounds
Bold=Thoughts
S/C=Skin colour
H/C=Hair colour
H/L=Hair length
E/C=Eye colour
Narrator POV:
School was moving really slow today for some unknown reason. Y/N sat at their desk clicking the button on the end of their mechanical pen, hearing the led make a noise in response as they pushed it further and further out and eventually they would push it back in by pushing it to their desk. They were sitting boredly staring out the window and messing with their pen in Science class, they were learning about elements and their power or what not. Finally the bell went dismissing the children to lunch break, all the students picked up their stuff and rushed out, some staying behind to bicker with each other or some of them running out to find their friends. It was difficult for Y/N to make friends, they were a quiet anti social person so for them to have any friends, they would need to talk to people and seeing as how that was their least favourite thing to do, they just hung out by themself with their sketch pad and pencil case. They grabbed their bag and packed up their things before walking out into the long school hallway, good thing about leaving last, there was never anyone else in the crowded hallway.
Y/N's hiding place was the empty theatre room the school had, no one was ever in there except for assemblies and secret fights (people have a 1 on 1 fight with a few of their friends whatching in the theatre room) which Y/N quite enjoyed whatching unless it was two kids who were both full of themselves and like to talk a big talk but they were both just pussies and didn't move at all except for circling eachother and making weird movements to try and make the other one flinch, Y/N hated that, it was so boring. The young H/C teen made it to the their hide out, they walked to the stage and climbed up on it, placing their bag down at the side of the backstage entry.
Y/N had always loved theatre, they were in fact a theatre kid, they were just too shy to apply for a role in a play or a musical. Not that there were any to begin with. Y/N twirled around the stage, they could play any role giving to them, they were very talented in the department of theatre, they could sing, dance and act beautifully. Y/N stopped twirling and went to their backpack to grab their MP3 player, they looked through their playlist and picked one of their favourite songs before setting it down.
Now playing:
Smells like Teen spirit by Nirvana
2:59 -----------○--------------------------------- 5:10
⏮️ ▶️ ⏸️ ⏭️
Y/N heard the beat of the song start and found the electric guitar they would always use when they were there, they took care of all the instruments making sure to clean and tune them regularly. Y/N sat there with the guitar and began playing along to the intro of the song.
Michael POV:
"MICHAEL! GIVE IT BACK!!!" Mark (bunny mask) shouted at me, I looked back at him and waved his mask up in the air "If you want it back so bad, come and get it then!" I shouted back. Simon (Chica mask) and Freddrick (Freddy mask) walked calmly behind us "So, how do you think he'll kill him once he catches up?" Fredrick asked Simon "That's gonna take a while with how long Michael's legs are, Michael's really tall so he could probably manage to outrun Mark for a while. Although, Mark's very speedy when he needs to be, especially when he's angry" Simon ranted. There was a short pause "I bet he'll strangle him" Simon finally answered, Frederick nodded in silent agreement.
I continued running down the hallway before being tackled by Mark "Gotcha bitch!" He yelled as he pinned me down on my front, holding my hands behind my back. "Ugh, lewt me goo Mar (Let me go Mark)" I incoherently mumbled into the floor, it came out sounding weird because my face was pressed firmly against the ground. Mark took his mask from my hands and placed it back on his gently and softly smiling up at it. He then glared at me and grabbed me by the neck, strangling me (all in good fun, he's not actually hurting him seriously). Simon and Freddrick caught up and stood next to us, whatching it happen "Called it" Simon said "Coughing, Simon! Gasp, Freddrick, help..me!" I struggled to say, they looked at eachother then back to me "Sorry Michael, if we are to save you it'd be in vein, as we would also end up dead" Simon said, shrugging with his eyes closed "Besides, you dug this grave yourself boi" Freddrick said nonchalantly. "Traiters.." I breathed out.
