LOOK AT MY TULIPS. 🌷
Update: they died 😭....
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The sounds of puffing and heavy breathing was loud. Along with the screaming, your own voice. Evan screamed along side you, but the child was afraid of his own scream. With his small palms he cupped his ears.
Micheal's eyes were wide, and he let out a ragged breath. He was speechless, who wouldn't be speechless from that? It was ugly, deformed. Repulsive even. You could see right through it, pieces of wires sticking out. TEETH. Rows and Rows of teeth.
"W-What is THAT." You shout, your voice trembling. You always make fun of monsters or say how'll it never seems that scary in a book. Or picture.
That never compares seeing a monster in real life. Face to face, eye to eye, breath to breath. If they even breathe.
"I-I don't know, I've never seen my father make such a thing." Micheal voice copies yours. Fear, radiating off his voice.
"Mike-" before you could say anything more, it lunged for you. Opening its gaping jaws. Opening its jaws to swallow you whole.
You let out another scream as the black giant reach for you. Suddenly, and unexpectedly. The small toddler grabbed your wrist and yanked you back. You gasped from the unusual strength Evan had.
"RUN!" He yelled and ran dragging you along. Micheal followed after snapping out of his trance.
"I NEVER KNEW MY FATHER MADE THOSE FUCKING THINGS!?" Micheal yelled and behind you were the stumps and loud footsteps of The animatronic.
THUNK THUNK THUNK
Evan led the both you into his room and slammed the door shut after everyone retreating in. He raced to the other door across his room and slammed it shut too. Making your skin jump and the loud noises.
"Micheal, how crazy is your fucking dad."
"Insane." Mike responds.
"I-it's the gas.." Evan mumbles and you turn to him.
"..." there's a silence.
"That woman, with him. What was her name?" You heard it, but you couldn't remember it. It was on the tip of your tongue.
"I don't know" Micheal responds again. Still processing at the same time.
"Vanessa." Evan pulls at his shirt. You all stare at him.
"I listen a lot," he adds.
You realize this could be so traumatizing to a child, but then, isn't it to all?
Your phone, you scavenge in your pockets and find nothing. You dropped it.
Time passes, and Micheal paces around the room. Evan watches the doors with his flashlight. Quickly closing them and speeding to the other door. Checking and checking.
You knew you should be helping, but you were just so, tired. Your body is finally getting to you. Your grief, is getting to you.
Micheal sits next to you and he places his hand on your head. Which confuses you a bit, but you don't question it.
Micheal makes your head rest on his shoulder. And your eyes start to feel heavy.
"I can't fall asleep Mike... this is not the time." You let out a raspy sigh.
"Sleep, ok? I'll watch Evan and help him looking through the doors. . . We'll take turns." He declares.
You try to protest but that's not a bad idea actually, and you're dying for sleep. After everything you just, need, a break.
Instead of shaking, you nod your head. Scooting away from Micheal you lay your head on the small pillow. Giving in, you close your eyes and drift off. You can feel Micheal's body rise and the bed returning back. Only having your body on the bed.
Sleep, Sleep. You'll need it Jones.
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Oopsie, It's kind of short. Even thought it's been a while since I posted but, here ya go!
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"Living Gays" (Micheal Afton x Reader)
Random[Y/n is female based] Drama and romance collide with each other! How will you, y/n Jones, save your relationship with Micheal Afton. As children start to disappear, but the only suspect you can think of is, Micheal Afton's father, William Afton. ...
