Broken Home | Michael Afton x Reader

7. something's not right

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My sleep was disturbed by the sound of someone moving around. I couldn't fathom how someone who stayed up until 2 AM getting high was able to function normally in the morning. I try moving, but Mike was snuggling with me. Jeremy walked back into his living room, noticing was I was awake.

"Did I wake you up?" Jeremy asks, grabbing his wallet from his coffee table.

"Yeah," I mumble, rubbing my eyes.

"I'm off to work," He says, grabbing his keys. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone"

"Don't worry I won't" I smile, then look back at Mike, who was still snoring. "I can't speak for this doofus over here."

"Well, I'll see you two later," He chuckles leaving his house.

I look back over at Michael, who is still sound asleep. His arm is still wrapped around me. I pulled away, making sure not to wake up. 

I went to the kitchen, looking to see if there was any breakfast food I could cook for us. Jeremy's fridge was pretty much bare, but luckily he had a few eggs left and bacon. I would've made us cute little pancakes, but unfortunately, Jeremy didn't have pancake batter.

As I start cooking breakfast, I hear stirring over on the couch. I look over to see Michael sitting up, rubbing his eyes. I giggle at his tired state.

"Morning sleeping beauty, I'm making us breakfast," I smile, looking over at him.

"Thanks [Y/N], I'm starving," He says, walking into the kitchen.

"I bet," I respond. "So anyways I meant to ask, are you going back home?"

"Oh God no! I think I'll stay with Jeremy until I can get back on my feet." He exclaims.

"Wait, why don't you stay at my place since we work together? It would make things a lot easier for us both. I mean if that's okay with you, of course," I offer. It sounded silly to me that we would be working together, but he wouldn't be staying at my place.

"I mean if that's okay with you,"

"Yeah, of course it is" I smile.

"I'm still really sorry about yesterday," He says sounding upset. "I kinda wish I wouldn't have dropped all of that onto you."

"Why?"

"Because now you have to be involved in all of this," He sighs. It wasn't ideal that I had to deal with the situation, but it wasn't his fault either.

"Your dad was the one who dragged me into all of this," I say truthfully. "He knew exactly what was gonna happen."

"I guess. I just don't want you getting hurt because of me" He replies.

"If anything happens, we're in this together," I say, reassuring him. "Oh shit the eggs are burning!" I gasp, running back to the stove.

"Damn, are you sure I can trust you?" He laughs at my misfortune.

"They're barely even burnt," I say, rolling my eyes. The eggs had only been slightly burnt so that was good.

"Can I ask you something? I meant to ask you yesterday," I ask, making us both our plates. 

He looks at me confused. "Yeah, of course."

"Will your siblings be safe there?" I ask, recalling the picture I saw. He looks at me confused.

"My siblings? Wait, how do you know I have siblings?" He asked sounding more worried than confused. I looked at him confused.

"The pictures in your house?" I say also confused.

"Oh, yeah don't worry, they're safe" He sighs, taking a bite of his food.

"Is everything okay? You can tell me." I ask.

"Yeah, it's fine." He replies.

I frown at that response. I could tell I had upset him when I mentioned his siblings. With everything that's happened, I decided not to pry anymore. I just hoped that they were okay.

"Are we going back to Freddy's tonight?" I ask, changing the subject.

"We probably should. I don't really wanna get into trouble with Henry" He replied, still not sounding too happy he had to go back. I also am not very happy to go back to that hellhole.

"Good point" I chuckle.

As the rest of our breakfast went on, we made small talk. We decided to go back to my apartment before going back to Freddy's. As the day dragged on, the fear of going back was made more apparent.

I was also worried about seeing Mike's dad again. He saw Mike confess to me. I'm just scared that he'll hurt us, and it wasn't an irrational fear, it could happen. I didn't think he would be dumb enough to also stay here, considering the animatronics and all, but it still made me nervous.

"You don't think your dad will be here, do you?" I ask as we walk in.

"He shouldn't be" Mike replied. That helped to put my mind a little bit at ease, but I still had to worry about the killer animatronics.

"Good" I mutter, walking to the security office.

"Are you ready?" Mike asks.

"Not really, but I have to be" I frown, sitting in my chair.

The midnight alarm chimed through the office, signaling the start of our night. Right off the bat, the animatronics started roaming around. Usually, they wouldn't all move around so quickly.

I looked over at the computer screen, trying to see where all the animatronics were. To my surprise, none of them were where they should be. 

"They shouldn't be acting this erratic" Michael mumbles, keeping a close eye on the cameras.

"Michael, what the fuck?!" I say, my voice sounding frantic. I looked down at the hall and saw Withered Foxy and Mangle. My hands trembled as I shone my flashlight down the hall. It had only been about 10 minutes since our shift started.

"I think I might know what happened [Y/N]," He said, his eyes not leaving the screen. My knuckles turned pale from how hard I was gripping the flashlight.

"What?!"

"My father, he must've tampered with them"