The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 24-

I'm on the beach with friends, because apparentely I have them, and I can't play SL. Damn.

-Mari. Literally now.
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As everyone went away with their cars, except for Michael that went with Henry, you saw that stranger get into your mom's car.
You slowly started to believe that he was just her lover that she met while she was out of town, and she brought him here to ease the pain. Then you looked at them as they started fighting in the car, and you scrapped that idea.

You walked for a bit longer, to avoid any look from anyone on the road, but in the end you arrived at your house.
Instead of doing a normal thing, and looking from the windows at what was happening inside, you climbed the wooden stand covered in flowers on the outside wall of the house, into your room.
Nothing changed from last time you were here.

Everything was in its place, and the thoughts of the nightmare slowly reached you. You immediately looked inside the closet, finding nothing but clothes.

The place in your dream was so close to reality that if you went into your room at night, you might do the same thing you need to do to survive the nightmare. The only difference between the two identical rooms, is the fact you had your Funtime Foxy plush for mental support in one.

Just in case, you also looked under the bed, but only because you wanted to know why the escape room took the form of your bedroom and not, for example, the pizzeria in which you died, twice.

It was there, the Springbonnie plush. Forgotten in the corner of the room under the bed, and it looked like it had some spiderwebs on it too. You didn't dare to touch it normally, let alone with spider webs covering it.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps coming your way, and the most reasonable yet stupid thing to do that came to your mind, was hiding in the closet.
"Please tell me that you know what you're doing." You looked over at the kid, who was sitting with the back of one of the ants, as you were rummaging through the clothes, in search of something.

"There's a secret room behind the closet, and it's also pretty big too. Only I know it's here, and Henry because he helped me make a hole to enter." Your eyes shone as you touched the right spot for the door to open. "If we found the bedroom untouched, you can imagine how we'll find this one."

As you said earlier, the room was really big, probably bigger than the living room. Filled with toys, shelves full of books, from childhood stories to the fantasy novels that you stopped reading as soon as you turned 13, and a little indoor fabric playhouse. Most of the floor was covered in fake grass, just around the little house, and on the ceiling were pending fairy lights.

You took a flashlight out and made your way to the lights.
"Where did you put that?! And why do you have it in the first place?!"

"You'll never know what happens, especially now that I started working with deadly robots."

"At night! It's probably midday now!" You ignored her and went to connect the cable that luckily worked after years of not using it. "And aren't you afraid that someone might find you here with the lights on?"

"I told you no one knows about this place. And as long as I don't talk with you nobody will even question the open closet." You walked back to the little opening inside the closet, to see if someone actually entered the bedroom.

After a few seconds, you heard a door opening and closing, and it wasn't yours.
You sighed in relief and got out of the little room, not before turning off the lights. You weren't going to come here anymore in the near future.

"Now what?" Charlie asked, sitting on your bed.

"I want to know who that guy is, and if he's related to me at all," you answered, going out of the window again, safely landing on the grass.