The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 19-

I want to extend the publishing times, because now it's three days, but I'm afraid that people will lose interest if I do it once a week.
Guess I have to fight the writer's block. Dammit.

And I want a Funtime Foxy plush. 
It's not related to that thing before, but I just wanted you to know.

-Mari

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You returned back home immediately after the shift ended, forgetting that you came from the hospital. You could have slept even on the floor from how sleep deprived you were. That is until, before opening the door, you heard someone inside. It seemed that they weren't moving, so it couldn't be a thief, but instead they were... crying?

Looking back from the porch you finally noticed the two more cars parked near the box that you didn't see before, because you were too focused on sleeping. One was Henry's and the other was your mom's.

Just to be sure you looked inside the house from the window near the door, and there she was, crying on the couch while the man was patting her back in comfort.

Before you could go away you locked eyes with him before he started saying something to your mom. Immediately after he opened his mouth, you tried to sign him to not do that. He was going to tell her that you were alive, which was something that you didn't want her to know, at least for now.

You and the others were already too caught up in this mess, you didn't want your mom to be in the same position, and neither Michael. You were forced by death to have a single objective for who knows how long, she still had her life in front of her, free of doing whatever she wanted, just without you.

The man nodded inside the house, knowing what were you worried about, so he just got along with it. It hurt seeing your mom cry for your death, but it was the least you could do for her.

You sat down behind the big vase near the entrance, to avoid being seen when Henry would come out of the house, and entertained yourself with guilt.

You don't know how much you stayed there, you started sleeping seconds after you sat down. What made you wake up was the noise of a door closing shut, which startled you. It looked like an hour or two passed since you first closed your eyes, as the sun rose up a little more.

Fortunately the person that got out wasn't your mother, you could recognize the footsteps.

"I know, I've been crying too since I got here, but it was the best for her. I'm dead for the entire world, she's not." You said, not moving from your curled up position. "And it's only only I fix this mess."

The man walked to you and put a hand on your head. "I understand, don't worry. Just know that tomorrow there will be your funeral." He said, smiling a little in the end. You couldn't help it but thinking that talking about your funeral after you died was really funny.

"Let's go to my house. You'll be staying there for some time I believe." He looked in the window, seeing nobody in the living room, and helped you get up.

You entered the passenger seat and buckled up, before Henry had a realization just when he started the engine. "Why are you out of the hospital?"

"I was co-nightguard at our friendly Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria, but it has nothing to do with being friendly."

"Alright, you sneaked out of a hospital at 2 am, apparently took your friend's clothes, and stayed up until 6 am after being stabbed in the stomach?" He asked for confirmation, and you just said yes bluntly, too tired for a reasonable comeback.