Michael Afton x Reader ~ The Boy on The Bus

Chapter Eleven - Blueprints

Michael woke up to you, once again, cooking him breakfast. He felt groggier than usual, chalking it up to the stress from yesterday. He lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling for a bit, just thinking. He was glad he had you to come home to, he would've probably been a mess if he didn't. Just thinking about you instantly made him calm down. He didn't know what he'd do without you.

He begrudgingly got off the couch, rolling off of it and onto the floor, where he sat for another five minutes before standing up and stretching. He walked into the kitchen, not bothering to fold his blankets. He figured he'd fold them after breakfast. You were in the middle of making waffles, and you greeted your boyfriend with a smile.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?"

"Good," He yawned, "You?"

"I slept fine," You replied, putting two waffles on a plate and handing it to Michael, "You ready for your first day,"

"No," Michael said, "I don't like work," He went and sat down with his waffles, pouring as much syrup as possible on them.

"Oh Michael, you didn't even start this new job yet. It'll be better, I promise. I gotta go, I'm running late, I'll see you when I get home, okay?" You walked over and kissed the top of his head before walking out of the kitchen.

He just nodded and gave you a groggy, "Bye, (Y/N)" before continuing to eat his waffle. He didn't know what time it was, and honestly, he didn't really care. It's not like he was on a schedule or anything.

Once he was done with his waffles, he did the dishes like normal. He took a shower and vacuumed the living room like normal. It was about 11 pm when he finished and had finally decided that it was time to go back to his house again.

Of course, he walked again. He was starting to like walking there. He liked the feeling of the cold air on his face and he liked how quiet it was when he walked outside at night.

After a while of walking, he was finally walking up the trail to his house. He would've liked how secluded it was if it wasn't for the fact that whenever he was inside of it he felt like he was gonna die. He unlocked the front door and stepped inside, the familiar feeling of dread filling his body. He decided that, instead of going straight down into Circus Baby's, he was going to study the blueprints that he had found days before. He walked into the office and sat down at his dad's dusty old desk, flicking on the lamp. The blueprints were still there, exactly where he left them. He didn't know why he halfway expected things to move around while he was gone. It felt like the house itself was possessed.

He picked up where he left off the day before on Freddy's blueprint. The more he looked at whatever was inside Funtime Freddy, the more it looked like a child. He figured that was where the storage tank was. He didn't understand why Freddy would need anything like that, but that wasn't all. Voice mimic? Luring? Parent Tracking? All of these things were very suspicious, especially considering the circumstances and who his father was.

He put Freddy's blueprint to the side and moved on to Funtime Foxy. Everything on that one seemed normal until he read the text in the corner. Why the hell would a robot need parental voice sync and replay? Michael just sighed and moved on to Ballora. Everything seemed normal with her, though.

Finally, he moved to Circus Baby's blueprints, which seemed the most normal of them all. That was until he made out a very faint figure inside her chest cavity. He hoped that wasn't another child and rather the ice cream dispenser. God, what was his father up to with these robots?

He moved on to a new blueprint, which, unlike the others, wasn't an animatronic. He read the name; The Scalable Creation of Ulterior Presence (SCUP). He assumed it was used to scoop the insides out of the animatronics, that much seemed clear, but the rest of the text was harder to understand. Remnant? What the hell was that, and why did it need to be injected into whatever was being scooped? He noted, just in case it was important, that overheating whatever remnant was would neutralize whatever effects it had permanently.