Michael Afton x Reader ~ The Boy on The Bus

Chapter Twelve - Remnant and Icecream

You woke up to your alarm blaring and Michael's arms draped over you. You basically punched your alarm clock to get it to stop ringing and sat up groggily. You could barely yawn before Michael pulled you back down, hugging you tightly to his chest.

"Michael, I need to get up. I have work in an hour," You smiled lightly down at him.

He frowned, "Nooo, noo work. Work sucks."

"Yes but money. We get money!"

"Aughhhhh" He groaned, letting you go. You kissed his forehead before getting out of bed and proceeded to get ready for work.

Michael soon joined you, getting some cereal for him and you. He handed you the bowl and you two ate at the table.

"I'm gonna try to remember to get us a pizza today for dinner, okay?" He shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"Alright, hun, sounds good." You smiled. You both finished your cereal and Michael started with the dishes. You left for the bus stop with a smile on your face. Everything was going so well. You were well rested from a good night of sleep and now when you got home from work you would probably have a pizza for dinner. Today was going to be a good day.

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Michael started walking to his house as soon as you left. He wanted to get there sooner so he could read some of his dad's old papers. Maybe they would tell him something about the blueprints and why two of the robots had children inside of them. Maybe they would tell him what the voice luring was for. Maybe they would explain what remnant was. He sighed as he entered his house, and sighed as he sat down at the desk.

Michael flipped through the pages of writing and documents, presumably written by his father. Some papers described how to do simple actions, like how to open Funtime Freddy's faceplates. Some had little reminders jotted down to the side of the text. Eventually, though, on a paper that had directions on how to clean the scooper, he found a post-it note with some faded lettering on it. He recognized his father's handwriting. He read the text.
"Remnant; Light, metallic substance. Almost glowing. Somehow brings life to non-living things. Assumed to work using memory. Experiment more thoroughly"

Michael stared at the paper for a long time, before something clicked. Had his father somehow discovered this substance and used it to bring his family's souls back to life? This realization gave Michael a strange feeling, and he flipped through more papers, some of which only confirming what he had thought. 

His father had written specifically about his mother and Elizabeth. Michael knew he was trying to bring them back, in his own, twisted way. It made Michael sick. His hatred for his dad grew deeper. How did William have the nerve to kill these people and not let them rest? Michael took a deep breath and got up from the desk. He might as well go down.

Michael was really starting to get tired of having to crawl through vents. Every so often, he would run into a cobweb or a spider would fall in his face. At first, it freaked him out, but now it was just getting annoying. He crawled out of the vent and stood up in the ever-so-familiar room. He let his eyes adjust to the dimness of the room before continuing on like normal. He checked on the animatronics and wasn't too concerned when they weren't on their stages. He wouldn't want to be on those stages either if he was them. He did have the all too familiar feeling of eyes on his back though, which had really started to bug him since he first started.

He was confused when HandUnit told him not to check on Circus Baby. He almost listened, but he almost felt compelled to crawl through and check on her. So he did just that, arriving in the Circus Control and standing up, brushing the dust off of his pants. He, obviously, didn't see any sign of her, but he knew she could see him. He knew she was watching.

He decided to check out that hiding spot under the desk he had found the other day, crawling under and shutting the small door. He sat there for a minute until he heard something. She was speaking to him again. She didn't give him directions. She didn't threaten him in any way. She was telling a story. Michael listened to Baby intently, and it wasn't long before he realized where the story was going.

"There were four, then three, then two," Her hypnotic voice paused, the tension building, "Then one."

Michael frowned. He knew what this was. He knew that was how Elizabeth died. He listened to the rest. He noted that he should never take ice cream from robot clowns. He tried not to think about what she was saying. He didn't want to get upset.

Once Baby was done with her story, Michael sat in that little cubby under the desk for a good minute. He processed what she had said. He recalled finding out that his sister was killed. He always blamed his dad for it. It was William's robot, after all.

Michael slowly exited the cubby, crawling back into the primary control module. He didn't want to go back to Circus Control. The feeling of being watched had somehow gotten stronger. HandUnit instructed him to go through Funtime Foxy's room and to parts and service, and that's just what Michael did.

Getting through Foxy's room alive was a difficult task. He couldn't see even a foot in front of him. He hoped that Foxy was somewhere else in a far corner of the room. Luckily, he hadn't been caught, and made it to parts and service safely.

He was greeted by a familiar face. On the conveyor sat Funtime Freddy and his little puppet BonBon. If he was being honest, Michael didn't mind BonBon, he was cute enough. He didn't exactly like Freddy though.

Michael continued to do as HandUnit directed, shutting down Freddy and BonBon, then sending them on their way down the conveyor. He sighed and watched as they disappeared into the darkness. He still felt those eyes on him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something horrible was about to happen.

He tried to ignore the feeling. This is how he felt every night anyways, it was a dangerous place to be, but he couldn't help but hesitate as he exited parts and service, slowly making his way back to the primary control module. He could've sworn he was only ten steps away from the vent when it happened. It was an unexpected thing, there was no warning, no sounds that would've given Funtime Foxy's approach away.

Michael only knew Foxy was there when it was too late. There was a pain in his head, and he felt his body drop. Then it all went black.