Michael Afton x Reader ~ The Boy on The Bus

Chapter Nine - Back to His Office

(A/N: sorry for the short chapter I didn't have the best day today. If I don't upload tomorrow or after that's probably why)

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This was the happiest Michael had been in years. He was starting to think he was a lost cause and that he would just feel like shit forever, but then you came along and it seemed like you fixed almost everything. He started sleeping again. He didn't hallucinate anymore. He was getting better. He finally had the chance of living some sort of normal life. It's not like he didn't want to live normally, in fact, he would've given anything to not have to associate himself with the Fazbear name. The only problem was, he couldn't stop thinking about that place underneath his house.

The longer he spent away from it, the more strong the urge was to go back. It felt like something was drawing him back to it. He knew he had to go back. He didn't know if he was ready to do something like this again, since he was getting used to a nice, comfortable life that didn't involve almost dying every day.

Michael had spent his days cleaning your house. Doing dishes, vacuuming, dusting, anything just to keep his hands busy and his mind off of that place. But that night, the one where you watched all of those movies, the one where he made you dinner, he decided that it was finally time. The voice that used to scratch at his head, telling him to go back had now turned louder. He couldn't take it anymore. He tried to get as much sleep as he could.

Michael woke up after you had already left for work. He sat and stared at the blank screen of your TV for a long time, just thinking. He felt guilty that he was going back to that place, he had promised you he'd stay away from places like that, but he knew that he needed to.

Michael stood up and folded his blankets like usual, even though he was tired. He did as many chores as he possibly could, but your apartment was already so neat that there was nothing to do except the dishes. He tried to take a long time taking a shower and picking out his clothes. He even tried to eat breakfast, even though he had absolutely no appetite. He really did not want to go back.

Eventually, though, there was no longer anything for him to do. Michael just sighed, grabbed a pen and paper, and wrote you a note.

'If I'm not back when you get back, it's because I have a job interview. I'll see you when I get home.' And then, just in case he didn't come back, he added, 'Love you' at the end.

And then he left. He walked to his house, just so it would take longer, and when he got there, he stood outside the door. He didn't go in yet, just looked at the door. He could feel the sinister energy radiating from the house, so horrible it made him want to just get up and go back to your apartment. But at the same time, he felt something pulling him in, towards the office. Towards that place.

Michael slowly unlocked the door and pushed it open. The house was just as he left it, which wasn't surprising. He stood in the doorway for another minute before stepping inside, begrudgingly closing the door behind him. He tried to walk softly across the carpeting, nervous that whatever was in that facility downstairs would hear him coming.

He padded his way over to his dad's office, trying to mentally prepare himself for whatever would happen down there. He remembered the feeling he had when he first found the place and shuddered. He took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and softly pushed it open.

The office looked just like how he remembered it, only dustier with more cobwebs. He already could feel the paranoia setting in, the urge to look over his shoulder getting stronger the longer he stood in that room. He looked down and found the blueprints on the ground where he had slid them under the door. Michael picked them up and studied them, flipping through the blueprints again. He took this opportunity to look at them closer, and while staring at the Freddy blueprint, he noticed something peculiar. 

Something, that looked suspiciously like a human child, was stuffed inside of Funtime Freddy's stomach. He hoped that it was just some weird design choice or wiring. Michael stuffed the blueprint back into the folder it came from and threw it onto William's desk.

 He ran his hand through his hair and looked at the shelf. Somehow, just looking at that shelf filled him with even more dread than before. He walked over to it, and after a great deal of arguing with himself in his head, he finally gained the courage to open it. He stepped into the elevator, pressed the button, and descended. 

There was no going back now.