The Kind Ghost of Hurricane (Michael Afton x reader)

-Chapter 37- [Remastered]

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-Mari, an ungrateful human being.

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You waited a few days in your house before going to your mother's. You were happy to finally find Henry walking around again, instead of staying in his room without telling you anything.

You understood a bit why. He wasn't sure that his plan was going to work and he didn't want to give you false hope, but in the end he said that everything worked out just fine, thanks to you burning that place up.

Even like this, it became more common for you to find him awake at night too, working on papers in the kitchen, and sometimes sleeping on the table, with his face glued to endless documents.

Almost a week later you started growing worried about Michael with each day that passed. You didn't see him at all after what happened, and unfortunately you had a hunch on where he could be, but you hoped that you were wrong.

One day you woke up in the morning, finally getting used again to normal sleep schedules, but unlike you, you found Henry sleeping in the living room again, surrounded by papers.

You slowly got closer to him, just to put a blanket on him, at the same time trying not to stomp on anything. "Sweet dreams I guess," you muttered smiling, before turning around again towards the kitchen.

Only when you arrived Henry called you back, with the voice of a man that was still very much sleeping. For some reason that he wouldn't tell you yet, he stayed up really late for the past years, yet he's still going strong on his fucked up sleeping schedule. Even yours was better when you did the nights at Fredbear's.

"I remembered something last night, while going through different documents of the diner," he said, sitting up on the couch, with the blanket on his back.

"What is it?" You asked, coming closer, sitting next to him.

"At the time of the murderers, there were five kids with you right? But you managed to find only four of the bodies." That surely was the first thing that you were going to forget when you would start your life. The rotten scent and the images of flesh and bones together with the metal, 30 and more years and it was the worst thing ever happened.

"Yeah, the last one is still inside Fredbear, probably, but the diner was destroyed, and I didn't know where to find it. Why?"

He thought about the response for a bit. "Fazbear's Entertaining has a warehouse where they collected all the things from closed locations. Tables, hats, decorations, everything is still there, even if the company went bankrupt just a few days ago." He stopped again, giving you a printed photo. "Fredbear is there."

The image showed a big empty area of the space, surrounded by shelves on shelves of everything, and the yellow bear was right there, sitting on the ground with the microphone still in hand, and it looked cleaner than the Springbonnie suit of years ago.

You lifted your head up from the paper, immediately looking at Henry, but before you could say anything, he had already answered you. "Not now, it's something that both you and Michael have to hear. Take this as a last mission before... starting to live your life again."

You put the photo down on the table again, relaxing your shoulders. "Alright, I had something to do for a long time, and it's time that I finish this. Before the last mission." You smiled at him, getting up from the couch and preparing yourself to get out of the house.

"Where are you going?" Henry asked you.

"My grave. I have a person to meet," you said, before waving goodbye and closing the front door behind you.