Michael Afton X reader

Chapter 5 Revamp

It was crowded in the pizzeria, a mix of people in oddly fancy suits and casual clothing idling around, some brave enough to eat the pizza and fries left out and about across the tables. It was unusual for a closed Thursday evening. Y/N had to look around to find Michael and Fritz, though Scott's unnaturally bright red hair was seen a mile away in the sea of dark shaggy haircuts. It was vaccine day, that was for sure.

Michael seemed swamped by the higher-ups, Y/N could only hear small tidbits, and questions about the animatronics and how they were "behaving" which were weird, but not unfounded. They managed to get over to Scott and nudged him to get his attention.

"When do we get the shots?" Y/N asked, stepping closer to let a casually dressed woman pass by behind them.

"Soon, soon.. Mr. Cawthon is the only one who is legally allowed to give the shots, due to him having medical experience... though most of the people around here call him Scott Two. It's funny how I was here longer than him, haha.." Scott rambled, pointing to a man in a floral Hawaiian shirt.

"Oh my god. He dresses like an uncle." Y/N couldn't help but comment.

"He acts like one too, last time we had vaccines he gave out lollipops to everyone who got one. They go fast though, so we gotta try to get in line before he runs out."

"How do you know when it's time?"

"When everyone starts lining up, and trust me, there will be verbal arguments over who gets what flavor, we're all children here. Even the bots."

"Takes one to know one, I suppose." Y/N shrugged, missing the odd looks from the eavesdroppers around. They wandered around a bit longer before they entered the beginning formations of the line for shots.

Needles sucked, and by the time Y/N even got to Scott 2, he had run out of lollipops to give, but he easily distracted from the feeling of being poked by telling a story of his college years. By then, their social battery was low, and it was laughably easy to get out unseen through the back door, for some fresh air and quiet time.

Y/N sits out back of the pizzeria, after getting the vaccine their arm was a tingly numb, an ache slowly setting in. It was slightly annoying but it wasn't the worst reaction to a shot that they've had. They reminisce for a moment on days long past, before their rose-tinted glasses were broken and they realized how horrid their family really was.

Of course, that reminiscing was broken by the sound of trash cans clattering around the corner, where the pizzeria ran up against the woods. The freeze response won over fight or flight, and Y/N sat completely still, the thought of it just being a raccoon was quickly stomped out as soft, wheezy laughter drifted around the corner.

"Another round, to continue the game~! Oh, I wonder who will join the ranks, egotistic? Strong-willed? Perhaps someone who will put up a fight anew! The answers will be upon us so, so soon!"

. . . Wow. So the pizzeria has to deal with meth heads in their garbage? Honestly, it should have been expected, that with how the woods brush against most areas of the town, it would be pretty easy to hide less savory ideals and dealings within. It was uncomfortably tense in that moment, which was broken by Michael slamming open the back door, and scaring a shriek out of Y/N.

"God I hate those high-up fuckers. Yes, they pay me but no, not to make small talk!"

Y/N let out a startled laugh, holding their hand over where their heart was beating. "Aha! Yeah! Yeah..."

"Does your arm hurt too? I was thinking about going to get ice cream someplace, especially since Scott the Second didn't give out any treats." Michael offered, glancing over to the corner at the sound of something plastic crunching underfoot, moving away, but didn't mention it more.

"I.. yeah! Yeah, that sounds nice. The cafe again?"

"In and out, it will be like we never left." With a smug smile, Michael motions for Y/N to follow him to his truck, and like two teenagers sneaking out of the house to party, they snuck away from the gathering to get ice cream together.

By the time they returned, however, something was wrong. Terribly wrong. An ambulance by the entrance, people rushing around, and a definitely illegal amount of money being passed around to the first responders from the higher-ups.

"Yo! What the hell is going on?" Michael hopped out of his truck to get into the fray. Y/N scrambled to follow, trying to not lose their companion in the crowd.

"It, well, it could be worse! Settle, please. Let the EMTs do their work, Michael." Scott got in front of Michael, holding him by the shoulders while stuttering. He looked so terrified, and as a gurney was pushed through the crowd, a sickly and pale Fritz was wheeled by and brought up into the ambulance.

"What the fuck. Scott what the fuck happened!? It's only been 20 minutes!" Y/N was panicked seeing their coworker being brought away. Scott shifted so he had one hand on both Y/N and Michael.

"He had a bad reaction to the vaccine, he's going to get the best treatment Fazbears can afford for this sort of thing, trust me when I say you will both see him again once he gets better. I mean, no one could have known he would react poorly to the flu shot.." Scott kept his surprisingly tight grip on both their shoulders, stuttering and rambling in what was clearly a nervous habit of his.

"People don't just 'react poorly to a flu shot" Scott! Something is seriously wrong!" Y/N was just as panicked and upset as Michael, only they were verbalizing it. The taller man beside them seemed to be ready to boil over with his own emotions.

Scott took a deep breath before any emotion he showed seemed to just turn off. His grip on both of his employees was white-knuckled as he seemed to pull from some innate strength, pushing both of them away from the crowd and towards his car.

"Day off for both of you, don't get involved, let's just, let's have dinner, I'll pay. Let's get going and out of the way, it's not like we were going to have customers at this point." He spoke surprisingly flatly, pushing both of them towards a buggy. He practically helped both Michael and Y/N climb in, making sure neither would attempt to leave.

It was out of the blue for Scott to act like this, it was genuinely concerning. Michael looked like he felt the same as they did, his face screwed up into a confused and muddled expression as they sat in the back seats, while Scott started to drive.

It was dead silent, and neither Michael nor Y/N wanted to admit they had eaten already. Scott drove surprisingly calmly for what he witnessed, and he easily pulled into a diner. He took a breath before speaking.

"Don't talk about what we've seen. No one needs to know, and the less you speak of Freddy's, the better." His words felt more like a warning than anything else.

Dinner was awkward. All Y/N could think about was if Fritz would be okay.

Fritz didn't show up next Monday.

Fritz didn't come back at all.