Absolutely not. ~{ Michael Afton x Male Reader}~

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I finally finished this chapter lmao. My laptop is broken rn which is really evil bc number 1; I can't play Roblox which means I can't play fnaf grrr grrr i have two face games and I'm really sad that I cannot play it bc escapism grr grr. Number 2; I can't write. On the other hand, I recently went through a really harsh breakup so that's not really yum. I apologize for the lack of updates broskies. I'm not trying to make excuses; just wanted to clear stuff up.... Just kidding y'all I was in the shower lol (/j)
Anyways.
Enjoy.

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" 'I.. I know.. Um--' Kennith rips the lanyard out of Michael's hand. 'Fuck off.' The door slams in his face."

Michael pov

Briiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggg.
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Briiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg.
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"911 what's your emergency?"
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"Um.... Hi.. I think my friend needs help."
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"What is your name?"
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"Uh... Michael Afton.."
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"Okay Michael.. Would you mind telling me what's going on?"
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"Um... he uh... there's this guy...? He's very um... aggressive.. and he's with my friend right now."
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"When was this?"
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"This afternoon..."
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"Did he hurt this friend of yours?"
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"I don't know."
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"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that there's nothing I can do if it's not an emergency—-"
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"Please..! He hasn't been at school in like— weeks! And when i saw him—"
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"Sir, please calm down. What did he look like when you saw him?"
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"He was..." I think for a second. Really trying to remember.. he left almost as soon as I saw him. "He was covered in bruises.. I didn't see him for long."
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The woman sighs. "Alright. We'll send some of our guys over, but I'm sure it's alright." My heart drops to my stomach. She isn't listening. This woman does not care. All I can do right now is drop it. "...okay."
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"May I have the address..?"
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"... it's (the address of the apartment)."
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"Alright. Have a nice day."
Dial tone. I sigh and lean into the wall of the phone booth and sets the phone back in its place.
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Please let him be okay.

(Y/N) Pov

SLAM.

"You little shit." Kennith slams my face into the vomit covered toilet. I whimper. He grunts and aggressively grabs my hair, and pulls me back. "You called him, didn't you?" I yelp at the feeling. My skull is pounding. I'm on the brink of throwing up again. He slams my face into the toilet seat again. "ANSWER ME."

"N-no ...! I didn't—"

"STOP FUCKING LYING."  I start to sob. It hurts. I just want it to stop. "I..m no..t!" He forces me to look at him. "When did you see him."  I huff. "Weeks ago...! He—" Kennith grabs my swollen face. "When he took you home?" I yelp.  "Yes....!" It goes quiet for a second.

"Then how did he get your lanyard?" His grip gets more harsh. "I don't kn—"

SLAP.

"Don't fucking lie to me."  I sob. It hurts so bad. My stomach churns. "Please stop...!" I beg. He stares at me. "Then stop fucking lying." He gently caresses my face. "I p..romise I'm not..!"

SLAP.

"You are. Tell me what happened.... Come on.." His tone is suddenly one you would take with a child. Gentle. I know it's fake. I hiccup. He's suddenly being gentle with me. He wipes my tears away. I yelp out in pain. Fuck it hurts. "Shh.... It's okay.." He pulls me into his lap. "Just tell me.. and we can finish the punishment for now.. mkay..?" He rubs my back. I sob. "I don't know.. pleas..e" I find myself limply leaning into him. I physically cannot hold myself up. "Just. Tell. Me." I sniffle. My nose feels wrong. "I think I left it in his truck.." He rubs my back a little more. "What were you doin—"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

"Police. Open up."

Kennith goes quiet. He shoves me off his lap.
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A/N
Thanks for reading ya'll. Anyways I drew a thing. Look at the thing.

I stan sister location. Sister location is my favorite. Anyways. Goodbye.
-author B)