The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 2-

I
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Don't
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Know
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What
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I
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Am
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Doing
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In
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My
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Life

-Mari

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Hand in hand with the little one, you passed through the dark room, heading towards the switch, which was on the other side of the door. What kind of bullshit is that, it's useless. Might as well bring a torch next time.

"Does it really have to be so dark down here? I don't like it." He tugged more on your hand, shivering in fear, but still walking.

After reaching the opposite wall, you switched on the lights, revealing the gray room, full of wooden crates. Old blueprints designs for the Fredbear and Springbonnie were scattered on the wall and on the ground, clearly left untouched for ten years.

Posters of the two stars of the establishment rolled everywhere, almost making it impossible to walk around the room. You wondered how you didn't trip when the lights were off, but I guess it was just luck.

"There it is." You said, taking the plushie and giving it to the kid. His eyes lit up when the cotton touched his hands. "What's your name?" He suddenly asked.

You smiled and took his hand again. "I'm [Name] [Last name], what's yours little one?"

"Chris. Chris Afton. Thanks for the plushie, I really like it." You almost forgot to breathe when you heard that last name.

"Afton you said?" He nodded. "Is Michael Afton your brother?"

He looked at you with a surprised face. "You know him? Does he mess with you too?"

"We go to the same school but don't worry, I don't know him that well."

He softly smiled, looking back at the bear. "I'm happy. At least one of us is living their life even with my brother around.

Before stepping in the party room you stopped in your tracks, looking at the little boy, filled with sadness. How can he endure so much at this young age? He's probably younger than ten! God I knew it, that rascal is nothing good. I just hope this year finishes quickly, so I can forget about this school crush forever.

You took an old receipt you had in your pants pockets and a pen you hung on the shirt pocket, right next to the namepin. You rested your arms and paper on the wall and started writing something, before giving it to the little kid.

"This is my home's phone number and my address. If something happens, good or bad, feel free to call me or to come to my house. My mom makes the best chocolate chips cookies in the world, so you might be lucky and meet her instead of me."

With the plushie under his arm, he looked at the piece of paper in the other hand. After a few seconds of staring, he hugged you tight,before gathering the courage to walk away from you. He knew you couldn't go away, because you were working, so even if he wanted to go home with you, he had to go with his brother.

From the distance you saw the two brothers heading for the exit. The older clearly didn't want to be there, as he almost left behind the younger because of his faster pace of walking. Not even a hand to hold to make him faster.

Do all the brothers and sisters are like this? Completely neglect the younger one? I don't think I could be like that if I ever have a sister... but I would rather not test it.

"Where were you? I thought you wanted to take the new plushies for the arcades."

Waking up from your little trance, you looked over to Alyssa, who was busy swiping the floor. "That's what I forgot to do!"