The Booth Man.

Skater Boy.

you see a man on his skateboard, he had multiple piercings, and a punk t shirt on with ripped blue skinny jeans, and converse shoes, with eyeliner and eye shadow circling his eyes. He has headphones on, blasting Metallica in his headphones, you can hear it when you pass by him, zooming past you on his skateboard. 

"sorry, excuse me?" I say to him. "yes?" he responded, smirking, looking up and down at you, such a fuck boy. "I saw you on your skateboard, and heard your music, it was Metallica you were listening to correct?" he tilted his head and smiled. "yeah, you're a fan too?" 

"yeah,"

"whats your favorite song then."

"for whom the bells toll, kind of popular but never could be overrated."

"wow, you know me well already, that is my favorite song too."

"really, that's cool." you noticed he was a brit, sick, a punk brit, rarely see those around.

"i love your accent, it fits you. You say, him turning pink. "oh thank you.? he'd smile, "sorry, i have to clock in with work, bye." Michael says, turning his back and leaving. 

I would let him go, as i entered the pizzeria. I would walk up to  the arcade booth, and Michael stood there. "fancy seeing you here, can i get 100 coins please?" shed slap a 50 dollar bill down. "impressive, you come here often, love?" Michael asked, why would he give me a nickname already? "oh um, yeah actually i was basically raised here."

"me too, how come i didn't see you? i was here on weekdays." 

"i was here on weekends, i am good friends with the owner, Henry."

"me too, what about the co-owner, my dad."

"oh really? yeah i know him too, my dad is good friends with him." she smiled.

"how come we didn't ever know each other?"

"I don't know, maybe they were old work buddies that didn't mention their children.

Michael and I talked forever, it was like thirty-five minutes tops, and then he finally gave my coins and i walked off. "alright cya around!" i say. i gamed for tickets, i got 69,000 tickets, (you get me?) 

I'd slam all the tickets on the table and speak. "i want that- that- and the giant hammer, i have 69,000 tickets, can i round them up for another 1,000?" I say, like I've done this thousands of times. Michael looked at the pile and agreed, counting it up to 70,000 as he handed me the drone, the skateboard, and the giant plushy hammer. I had 2,000 left so i bought  the Freddy, Chica, Freddy, and Bonnie plushy, and two pieces of candy. "hey, wanna go to the back? i got extra tickets." a person behind me spoke, as Michael stood there, scared. it was William...William afton.

I'd follow him, while Michael shook his head no, almost crying. "William.. where are we?" it was dark, i stared down at the black and white tiles on the floor, tracing the red outline on the carpet. suddenly, it all went black, i fell to the ground, unconscious. "poor things." william said.

(michaels P.O.V)

i'd race to the door, banging onto it to save her life, i heard a thump, is she dead?! i bust open the door, seeing a trace of crimson fluid on the ground, it was y/n.. she hurt my dad..thank god! what did she do?..