Michael Afton x Reader ~ The Boy on The Bus

Chapter One - Fazbear Hate Club

You sat there, at the same bus stop you always waited at. You had to go to work. Your job was nothing exciting, just some stupid part-time thing. You were taking a gap year before you went to college. You would've just driven to your job, but you may or may not have accidentally crashed your car during the winter. Who could blame you, those roads are slippery!

Today was chilly, so you were bundled up, and by bundled up I mean you had a sweater and some gloves. You didn't think it would be that cold outside, and all you had in your bag was your pair of back-up-it's-super-cold-outside-and-I-lost-my-gloves gloves. You shivered a little bit. The bus was taking longer than usual. To make matters worse, you worked the night shift, so it was getting late, which meant it was getting colder. God, you hated working at Kwik Trip. (pretend they have those in Utah)

Eventually, you noticed the guy had somehow appeared next to you, sitting down on the cold metal bench. The guy was the guy that you always stared at when you took the bus. You both had the same route. You got off before him, so you never knew where he was going. The guy was awfully cute. He was exactly your type, with thick brown hair, eyes that you assumed were blue (you couldn't see them well from far away), tan skin, and a strong jawline. You assumed he worked as some sort of security guard, as you had caught quick glances at his uniform under his coat.

You had been trying for at least a month to gain the courage to talk to him, and you were sure that today was the day! Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed him, butterflies immediately forming in your stomach. Of course, you had told your best friends all about him and had made a bet with them for 20 dollars that you would talk to him. You couldn't afford to lose that kind of money, so you decided to suck it up, take a deep breath, and talk.

"Hey," You started, "Some cold weather we're having, huh?" You had turned to look at him. He looked surprised that you had said something, almost confused.

"Uh, yeah. Pretty chilly, aren't you cold without a coat?" He replied. You were surprised to find out that he had a pretty strong British accent.

"No, I'll be fine I think. The bus should be here soon." You could see your breath in clouds in front of you, "Did you move here from the UK? I don't hear a lot of people with accents like that around Utah."

He nodded, "Yeah, my dad and mum moved here when I was little, I barely remember it. I don't know why they would pick Utah of all places..." He paused, "No offense."

You laughed, "None taken," You held your hand out for him to shake, "I'm (Y/N)."

He smiled. His smile was brilliant and made your butterflies worsen, "Michael," He shook your hand. The feeling of his hand in yours made you wanna giggle a little bit. You were so ready for your 20 dollars.

"I see you take this bus every day, but I get off before you. Where do you get off?" you asked, trying to keep the conversation going. Maybe with luck, you could get his phone number.

"I get off a block away from my job. I work at this stupid Fazbear Frights as a security guard. It's... boring." He shrugged.

The name Fazbear sent a shiver down your spine even though it was a little bit of a silly name. It reminded you of your brother and the incident. You, obviously, didn't want to let this stranger in on your traumatizing family history so you didn't let your unease show, "Oh dang, Fazbear as in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza? I had my birthday there once. It closed down a while ago, right?"

He nodded, "Good thing it did, that place was creepy as hell. I hate those robots so much." He shuddered.

You let out a small laugh, "Same. And those mascot costumes they had? Even worse." You said. You recalled that golden rabbit from all those years ago and you didn't really feel like laughing anymore. You decided to try for a quick subject change, "I work at Kwik Trip. Boringest job ever!"

Michael looked relieved that you changed the topic and smiled, "Boringest? Is that even a word?"

"Um, of course it i-" You were rudely interrupted by your bus pulling up.

"Oh the bus," Michael frowned, getting up. You followed his lead getting up and following him to the doors and stepping up the stairs. The both of you flashed your bus passes to the driver before going to find a seat, which wasn't hard since there was barely anybody else on there. You sat down in the cleanest-looking seat you could find.

"Mind if I sit with you?" Michael asked.

You smiled, "No, not at all!" you moved your bag so he could sit next to you. You were happy he wanted to keep talking as much as you did.

"Thanks" He smiled warmly and took his seat next to you, "So, Kwik Trip, huh? You get free snacks from there?"

You shook your head, "No, they only give me a discount, which is dumb." You paused, then cracked a smile, "That doesn't mean I don't sneak things out from time to time."

He smiled, "Man, even then it's probably better than working where I am. I wish I could work there with you."

"I could get you a resume?" You offered, hoping he would accept.

"No, thanks" He looked a little disappointed to reject your offer, "That's okay. Working at Fazbear's gives me certain things I couldn't get anywhere else."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" You asked.

"Uh," He seemed to be thinking, then smiled, "Stealing some of the old animatronic masks. They'd be cool for decoration maybe... y'know if they weren't so freaky. But who knows, maybe you're into that kind of stuff?"

"Nah, not those things. I'd rather step on hot coals than have to look at one of those ugly masks again." You joked.

Michael laughed, "Me too. It's whatever though, I guess it pays okay. Enough for food." He shrugged.

A silence fell between you two, when you suddenly piped up, "Oh! Before I forget!" You rummaged around in your bag before pulling out a crumpled receipt and an old pen, "You should write your number down so we can talk more. Y'know during the day and stuff."

Michael smiled, "Sure," He took the receipt and pen from you, scribbling his number and his name down on the back of the paper. The bus lurched and you realized that it was your spot. Michael quickly stood up so you could get out of your seat, and with a quick smile and wave, you were gone.

It wasn't until after the bus left that you noticed the little heart drawn next to his name.