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You've never really thought if you'd die in the future. You kept the idea you were so boring, that you'd die alone in your nursing home. No one by your side, except the paid woman to help you pee.
Now, you might not even make it past your teenage years.
How Funny
It's been 4 weeks after your fight with William Afton.
Detectives came to Utah just to solve the unexplainable disappearances. Sure they didn't entirely get the whole picture right.. but in the end they traced the disappearances to Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. (not the disaster that happened at Circus baby's)
Shutting it down for good.
Yet, there are many problems that went against your reasoning.
Detectives concluded with William Afton to be the murderer. Which means the Afton name, is stained. It doesn't help that they're staying with you. And you know wives - they love to gossip!
Michael insisted they called Henry Emily, business partner of William, family friend of the Afton's. Mike had said he would agree to help out, agree to take care of them.
Henry Emily did not respond to any of the calls, nor texts that were sent. He was in MIA.
He just disappeared. Somehow, you guys had brushed it off. Maybe he just did not want to be associated with Afton's?
In the meantime, your mother had still forced you and Michael to attend school. Free bullying pass! I mean, Michael get's the course meal. You just get the leftovers. Elizabeth and Evan are being homeschooled- your mother has heavily encouraged, and wasted some beautifully green paper, for schooling apps made for the kids. your sure they're doing just fine.
Mason Anderson has decided to stick by your side. Being the best friend he hopes to be, except, he certainly does NOT trust Michael at all. Apparently to him Michael could snap or become his father. Is Anderson really wrong though? Can Michael really fight the habits he watched, saw - By the only father he's ever known?
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"Then Amelia asked me what day it is. Amelia!" Mason exclaimed, he threw his hands in a very expressive way. You adjusted yourself on the silver metal bench, and just stared at Mason as you ate your red vines.
"Yeah, yeah, we get it Anderson, you're an Amelia fan." You rolled your eyes, and Mason frowned.
"Her number one fan to be exact!" Mason pointed out, not taking away the fact you basically called him a simp. You took another bite of your snack, the fresh air blew your hair into your face. Not so majestic you had hoped, you yelped and Mason chocked on laughter. you struggled with the chaotic hair until you scowled at Mason who turned pale from lack of oxygen.
"Stop laughing asshole." You felt rage under your skin. You pushed it down, it was only laughter. It was only a joke. No reason to get angry Y/n.
You took a breathe and forced a smile, Anderson grinned unaware of the summoning anger.
Lately that was you were feeling, it wasn't just you as well. You and Michael. both for different reasons
You stood up and hopped down with a grunt, Anderson tilted his head.
"Where are you going?" He questioned,
"Just checking up on Michael," You answered smiling.
Mason's face grimaced, he looked at you with concerning eyes or worry.
"Right." He answered a little bitterly, you spared him a glance. You knew how he felt, and you can't forcefully change his opinion. As long as he respected you for yours, which he did.
"Still hate him-?" You questioned, trying to keep the judgmental tone in your voice. You succeed in half — half. Anderson stares at you with a blank stare, processing his own thoughts, until he sighed.
"I don't hate him, I just don't trust him. You know I just want to make sure your alright."
you nodded and smiled,
"Don't worry, I can handle myself." With that you walked for the door that led inside the school.
Of course I can handle myself, I didn't just stab a person for free.
You opened the door and a cold rush of air washed over you, you shivered and closed the door after you. There was definitely a sudden change, there was teenagers talking very loudly. You held your head as the feeling of a headache approached. You snapped out of it as Michael popped into your mind.
You strode forward as you spotted the daily seats the tormenters usually sat at. You poke your head closer and smiled as you saw Michael talking to the others, even though it was a serious manner he was probably telling them. Judging by their bewildered faces.
It was always an amazing sight to see Mike's face. In truth you hadn't really came to check up on Mike, it was to help him discuss what they went through with the other bullies.
It took a WHILE to gather them again, especially with their now over protective mothers to take action by separating them from mike the-one-who-didn't-murder-children-but-still-is-related to-someone-who-did. Now fully reuniting with Mike, he let them on huge details that the news failed to say or figure out.
"wait-wait- Fredrick isn't dead!?" Simon yelled, and was shushed by Michael.
"But- he could be-??" Mark mumbled hesitantly. You frowned,
What was Michael telling them?
You walked over and placed your palms onto their eating table. Both boys quickly whipped their heads to face the unknown person. You saw Mike tense and quickly move much faster than the boys. He was also the first to relax once he saw your face.
"Not on my watch." You shot a determined look at Mark. Who blinked with confusion until his eyes widened with realization.
"I didn't mean-"
"I know" You respond quickly not wanting an apology. You just didn't want that seed of doubt that Fredrick isn't alive. You sat next to Mike and offered him a red vine, which he pleasantly took.
"so, what did you tell them so far?"
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I'm back! Sorry there's not much in this chapter, but we will get there! there's a whole lot of things I have planned for this Ark >:)
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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. ...
