The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 35-

GUESS WHO WATCHED THE FNAF MOVIE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKk.

I WAS ABOUT TO CRY AT THE START AND AT THE END, I'VE BEEN WAITING LIKE HALF MY LIFE FOR THIS OMG.

AND HE NEXT DAY THE STORY IS AT 5K OMG x2

WHAT IS HAPPENING? IS THIS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO FEEL HAPPINESS? I THOUGHT I LOST THAT WITH MY CHILDHOOD?

Anyway thank you a lot <3

-Mari

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"[Name] don't you even try to storm off without hearing the truth!" Jeremy snapped, lightly coughing after. "How can you imagine fixing all this mess without knowing everything?"

You stopped your hand on the doorknob, sighing. "What I really need to know is how to kill an immortal, and you surely can't help me if you were stuck in this place for years!" You yelled back, regretting it shortly after. "Sorry, you need to rest for a bit, it's unfair that I scream at you when you just woke up."

You went out of the room and walked out of the building. Jeremy was only another thing to think about after burying that bunny six feet underground forever.

Then with Michael, things just started to get more clear, like how he managed to be like you, and you were more surprised by the fact that he wasn't seeing things like you were. It's kind of ironic that he went into the wolf's den after "faking" your death just for him to not go there.

As you were passing near the graveyard with the car, you saw the usual bus stopping there, and your mother walked into it, after an afternoon visit to your grave.

Maybe the right time to visit her would be after burning that attraction down.

So you went back home, already thinking about crucial points you could start a fire in, without getting detected. And because you thought that surprises would end after Jeremy woke up, Henry was sitting in all of his glory in the kitchen.

The only problem that you could see in him was that he didn't look that old, and you had a bad experience with people that don't look old, yourself included.

"Henry..." you muttered under your breath, as your eyes met his really tired ones. Walking closer you noticed a big sheet of paper on the table, under his arms.

"Heard you needed a way to destroy something," he smiled at you like he always did everytime he would hand you fireworks. Back in the normal days you were designated as the personal pyrotechnic of the Emily and [Last Name] families, yet your ears were really sensitive to loud noises. They gave you a giant headache.

"That would be impossible. I can't talk to Charlie unless I'm next to her grave, let alone you." Maybe he didn't want to talk about his appearance for now, so you let him speak about whatever he had to say.

"I was just saying. I knew you would want to destroy that place as soon as I knew that you got the job. You would be surprised by how much cool dads know about their daughters."

You tried to hide a smile, but it was always difficult when he called you his daughter from time to time. "Alright then, how do you even know the floor plan of the building?" You asked. It was probably the most reasonable thing you could ask first.

"I might have broken in the daytime, when Michael had to bring you home because you were sleeping. Where did he bring you anyway?" He asked back after he gave you the most shocking information you could have on the man.

"You broke into the building... and you also know that Michael's working with me..." You took a deep breath. "What's next, you already planned something intricate to destroy the building?"