Michael Afton x Reader ~ The Boy on The Bus

Chapter Seven - Dead Family Drama

You awoke to the sound of your doorbell being rung. You found this strange since you didn't expect to have anybody over yet. You slowly got up, stretching and hobbling your way to the door. You looked through the peephole, not wanting to let some murderer into your house. You were surprised to find Michael standing there, right on your doorstep.

You hurriedly opened the door, "Michael? What are you doing here? Oh, you look horrible! Come inside!" You ushered him inside, walking him to the couch and taking his bag, setting it down.

"Can I stay here for a few nights." He asked, "Please, (Y/N), I need to. I can't go back to that place." He looked at you dead in the eyes, his looking so tired and scared you just couldn't say no.

"Of course, Mike, stay as long as you need. Are you okay? What happened?" You asked, worry evident in your voice.

He just sighed, running his hand through his hair, shaking his head, silent. After a minute, he finally managed to say, "It's all my fault, man." The grief was evident in his voice.

"What is, hun?" you sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Everything. The fire, my brother, my mom. It's my fault."

You had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but you still wanted to comfort him "No, it wasn't your fault. You couldn't have done anything."

He just shook his head again, leaning into you. You just put your arms around him and held him. You both sat like that for a while. He kept muttering things, things about the fire and something about his brother and his dad. Eventually, he just stopped, and you assumed he had fallen asleep. You just laid him down and covered him with a blanket. You watched him sleep for a few minutes. You were still worried, not to mention a little confused. What happened to his brother and his mom? You didn't want to push but you definitely wouldn't protest if he decided to tell you. You gave him one last sorry glance before going back into your room. You fell asleep before your head even hit the pillow.===You woke up only a couple of hours later. You were sure that Michael still had to be asleep. Memories of the night before came flooding back into your brain, and you started feeling worried again. You got up, yawning and stretching and doing normal waking-up things like getting dressed and brushing your teeth. The next thing you knew you were standing in front of the stove making pancakes for you and Michael. You made sure to put extra chocolate chips in them, and hoped Michael wasn't one of those weird people who hates chocolate.

A few minutes later, breakfast was ready and on the table. You made Michael one tiny one in the shape of a heart, hoping it would help him feel better. You were still worried about him. Today you decided to have orange juice instead of apple juice, pouring a glass for each of you. While you were making the drinks, Michael walked into the kitchen looking groggy, but not as sleep deprived as yesterday.

"Morning, Mike" You smiled at him softly, "How are you feeling."

He walked over to you, placing his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind, "I'm okay," He said. He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself he was okay than responding to your question, "How are you?"

"I'm okay. I made us pancakes, I hope you like chocolate chips."

He smiled, "I do, don't worry. Thank you," He let go of you and went to go sit down. You brought the juice over to the table and sat across from him. There was a long silence before he finally said something again.

"I guess I owe you an explanation to last night, huh?" "

No, no... I mean not unless you want to." You answered

Michael picked at his food with his fork, "It's fine. It's the least I can do. You deserve to know what I was so upset about after i just barged in here like that. I should've called first."

"Michael, really it's okay. I am kind of curious as to what happened though."

"Okay, well, this is gonna be really hard for me to say so excuse me if it doesn't make sense."

"It's alright, take your time,"

"Well, it started on sunday. I just couldn't take being at that job anymore, (Y/N). I think it was really bad for me. I was hallucinating, I couldn't sleep. It all just felt so suffocating so I..." He paused as if considering his following words, "I just left in the middle of my shift. I don't know if it was faulty wiring or a couple of teenagers or what, but the next thing I knew, I'm checking the news and the place is on fire!"

"Oh, god, Michael I'm so sorry, that sucks."

"Yeah, but then I decided I didn't want to go back to my house... you see, I still live in my dad's old house. I didn't have a reason to leave after he went missing. A lot of bad thing happened there... basically my whole family's dead, so it's pretty obvious why I wouldn't want to go there." He wasn't looking at you anymore, but down at his plate, "I went back home when I ran out of money. I don't know why I told you I was looking through my dad's old papers. I really wasn't. I guess he was just on my mind. After a while of sitting there I couldn't take it anymore, and you're the only other person I know so... I came here."

You were in shock. Your jaw dropped. You felt horrible for Michael. You had no idea he had so much going on. "Oh my goodness, honey, I'm so sorry. That's terrible. You can always stay here if you don't want to go back to your house. I don't mind. It's lonely here anyways."

He gave you a small smile, "Thanks, (Y/N). Are you sure it's okay? I'd really like to stay for longer... or at least until I'm able to get a new job."

"Of course. It's no problem. I really like having you around." You smiled back at him. He finally took a bite of his food.

"If it makes you feel any better," You started, "You can always talk to me. I can understand, especially with your brother. Mine died too."

"Oh no," He frowned, "How? I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

"He was murdered," You replied, "It was on my birdthay actually. Not a very fun day to celebrate." you tried to laugh, you didn't want to make it sound too serious. It was virtually nothing compared to what Michael had been through.

"Oh, (Y/N), I'm sorry. That really isn't a fun way to celebrate. Did they ever catch the guy?"

"Not really. There was a guy who was like, the prime suspect though. I think he died before they could get him. His name was like, William Afton or something."

Michael looked like he had just been stabbed or something, "Oh. I think I might've heard of that guy before."

"Oh, really?" You asked.

"Yeah," He said, "I'm not sure though." He seemed suspicious. You decided to brush it off. Maybe that's how his brother died, too.

"Yeah, that's okay. It's alright." You finished your pancake, "You done with breakfast?"

He nodded, but he only ate half of one pancake. You supposed that was probably because of the rather depressing subject of your guys' conversation. You grabbed the dirty dishes and put them in the sink. You could do the dishes when you got home from work.

"I got work today. You gonna be alright all by yourself tonight?" You asked.

He nodded again, "Yeah, it should be fine. I'll be totally fine. I can start looking for a job or something."

"Alright, no more scary weird Freddy Fazbear crap, though."

"Of course, no more Freddy Fazbear crap." He replied.

Even you could tell he was lying.