Michael Afton x Reader ~ The Boy on The Bus

Chapter Five - Stood Up

You and Michael had planned the date after the roller skating journey. You guys were going to meet for coffee sometime before your shift on Monday, and boy were you excited! You had already told all of your friends that you had finally gotten that guy from the bus stop to go on a date with you. You had been daydreaming about this for months and now it was finally happening, it almost didn't feel real.

Saturday and Sunday felt like they took forever. You guys met at the bus stop as you normally did both days, and after you got home you called him. Something weird happened on Sunday, though. He didn't pick up the phone when you made your routine phone call. This made you nervous. Had he changed his mind? Was there somebody else? Was he in danger? Millions of different thoughts went through your head, and you were trying to calm yourself down with movies. Two hours later, you tried to call him again. No answer. This made you even more worried. You hoped he would call you back before the date, you didn't want to have to wait for him in the cafe like an idiot if he didn't show up. You had a hard time sleeping that day.

Finally, Monday had arrived, and you were more nervous than excited. You hadn't even heard from Michael since Sunday night at the bus stop before work. You got ready, dressing as nicely as possible, doing your hair and making extra sure that you smelled good. You headed out to the cafe that the two of you had planned to go to. It was near the bus stop since you guys would be going to work afterward.

You swear you waited for a straight hour in the cafe. You were nervous, picking at the skin of your fingers and just sitting there. People were starting to stare. You eventually had enough and went to the bus stop. Maybe he forgot and was waiting for you there?

Nope. No luck. You were starting to get annoyed. The bus came and he still wasn't there, and you got on alone. The ride to work was boring. You spent most of your shift sulking. Had he stood you up or did something bad happen? You tried to call him again on the phone at work, and of course, there was still no answer.

After you got home from your shift, you sat yourself in front of the TV, searching through the channels for something to distract yourself with. You weren't having any luck until something caught your eye. You skipped over it at first, but something compelled you to switch back to that channel. Why? You didn't know, you never watched the news.

You were shocked when you read the headline. You were even more shocked when the newscaster started speaking.

"A brutal fire at Fazbear Fights last night burned the place to the ground. Luckily, no human remains were found in the rubble."

Your jaw dropped. So that's why he didn't show up. You prayed that he hadn't gotten hurt or anything. You hoped that they had looked really hard for those human remains and were very sure that there were none. You quickly got up and dialed his number for the fourth time, getting more and more nervous with every ring. You were horrified but not surprised to find that he didn't pick up. You called again. You prayed that he would pick up this time. You clutched the phone so tightly that your knuckles were turning white.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of the phone being picked up. There was a second of silence before a tired sounding, "Hello..?" came from the other end.

You breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh my god, Michael! You scared me to death! Why didn't you pick up? Are you okay?" There was another moment of silence before he replied.

"Oh... yeah, I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm really sorry I didn't show up." He sounded guilty. 

"No, no, don't apologize. I saw on the news that your work burned down."

"Oh." He said. He didn't say anything after that.

"You're safe, right? You aren't hurt?" You asked.

"Um, no. I'm... fine. Just not sleeping well again. I've been going through some old papers... From my dad's office. Nothing too important" The "not important" thing sounded like a lie. Those papers from his dad were definitely something important.

"Oh, I see. Do you need anything? I can get you food and drop it off at your house for you." You offered

"No... thanks though, (Y/N)." Another moment of silence, "Look, I can't really talk right now. I need to go."

"Oh, um, alright." You began, "When can I see you again?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe I'll stop over tomorrow or something, I don't know. I promise I'll make this up to you, okay?"

"Alright. Make sure you try to get some rest, okay? I'll talk to you later."

"Bye," He said, then hung up the phone.

To say you were worried about him was an understatement. When he brought up those papers, when you saw that news report about that fire, you got that feeling. The same feeling you got when you saw your brother for the last time. The same one you got when you saw him running up to that golden bunny at Freddy's. 

You shook the thought from your head. You didn't like to think about it. It was one of those things that your family never talked about. Especially your mom. She barely talked about anything anymore.

You sighed and stared at the TV, the newscaster going on about some other stupid thing that happened across town. You sat back down on the couch and grabbed the remote. You hated the news. You needed something else, something to distract yourself from that stupid feeling. It was a horrible feeling, almost like you were drowning. The pit in your stomach was so big you thought you might implode. The annoying sound of the TV was making it worse. You pressed the off button and watched as the screen turned black. You stared at your reflection on that screen for a long, long time before you finally had enough. You walked to your room and tried to sleep. You tossed and turned for a long time, too.

God, you hated TV.