The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 10-

*shocked face*
*mouth wide open*
*eyes wide open*
WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87'?!

-Tecnhically Markiplier.

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"Wake up sleepyhead, you’re going to be late for school. How did you not wake up with your noisy alarm but I did?”

On Monday morning, the school was open, and the maintenance for the electricity was already finished the day before, so there were no excuses for not going anymore.

After your mom slammed your door shut, you slowly stretched in your bed with a smile on your face. Did yesterday night really happen? Because it sure looked like a dream, the best one you had so far, and you were glad that you could remember every single thing.

When you told Alyssa about it she started going crazy, and also started blabbering about things in the past that you already knew because you were the one to have lived them.

You needed to keep your hopes low, or it would hit like a truck in the stomach if it was indeed a dream, or worse, that Michael would start ignoring you at school.

As you wanted to keep it like this, you chose the most random thing you could wear, like always, and went downstairs. Little to no breakfast because you still felt hibernated from sleep, and off we go to school, the place of truth and angsty teens.

Arrived there with your bike, and after chaining it to a stop sign, you turned around after you felt an ominous presence behind you. You were surprised and scared when you were met with the really tall man that was Michael’s father.

Aw shit, wrong Afton, what the fuck sir? This is a high school, you can’t go around and appear behind girl’s backs.

“Oh my god!... Mr. Afton I should say you and your older son have a similar habit of creeping behind other people’s shoulders.” You said, putting your keys inside your bag.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed, a short but sincere laugh. It’s like this gray aura around him disappears when he doesn’t look creepy. I guess he was born with that handsome yet creepily symmetrical face.

“Wait, why are you here? Did something happen?” You asked, worried that something might have happened in his family, but judging from his friendly tone it didn’t.

“Nothing, don’t worry. I just got called here because of Michael’s misbehaviors. It’s just routine now.”

Oh no… This is bad… Really bad.
“Michael? Of course not, he stopped doing these kinds of things a long time ago. Someone must have framed him.” You tried to find an excuse to save him, but looking at the face in front of you that was slowly darkening, you knew Afton wasn’t going to believe it.

Just before speaking, his face turned normal again. “You’re a nice and kind girl [Name], and I get it that you want to get him out of trouble, but he needs a lesson, or he won’t learn.” Without letting you speak further, he walked towards the entrance.

You needed to warn Michael, as quick as humanly possible. He might find a space to hide or something before William can find him and pick him up from school.

You ran to the entrance, and you were lucky to find the corridor full like always. Like this you could walk without being noticed. Now the bad part was actually finding Michael in this crowd.

Alright, clear your head [Name], places where he can go: under the seats around the field, the detention classroom but William might be headed there. Then you remembered what you told the boy about your not-so-secret place under the tree while eating at dinner. He might be there.