Michael Afton X reader

Chapter 6 Revamp

"So he's just gone? What Hospital is he in?" Y/N tried not to, but they practically demanded information. Michael and they were sitting on one side of a party table, with Scott on the other side, being overlooked by the titular band.

"Listen... he's just not going to be back next week, all I've been told is that he's in good hands, he's weak but stable, and that there's no visitations until he gets better." Scott placated, reaching out to put a hand on Y/Ns. Michael actively pushed their boss away from them.

"That's not how that works and we both know it. What the hell is with Fazbears and going silent when someone gets hurt?" He demanded, slamming his hand on the table.

"Michael." Scott began, before being cut off.

"Don't pretend to be my dad and give me a straight answer! Why are Fazbears covering this all up! We can barely operate with three people on staff! And you're just going to- to blame Dallas for a worker shortage that shouldn't exist! God forbid we hire high schoolers, god forbid we hire people with criminal rec-"

"Michael, sit your ass down and let me talk, goddamnit. I don't control how Fazbear's works. I'm a manager, a building manager, I can't convince the higher-ups to change their ways. They hide and lie about things because the company has... let's say, a colorful history." Scott began, gently pulling Michael back into his seat. He glanced up at the clock, which sat above the stage, the animatronics silently staring down at the three. It was eerily silent for a Monday morning. The building wouldn't open until 12, so there would be no distractions.

"Bad things have happened in this company, I can't pretend any of it is good. All I and either of you can do is keep this location safe and running. I can't go against policy, lord knows I'm already ignoring more than I should. We don't have a night guard despite it being required. We only hire adults with no criminal record because the animatronics get.. twitchy otherwise. Old programs in younger bones make them act up and out of order, and poor Foxy is already down for the count." He continued, sending a glance to the cove, a place that was more of a storage area than an actual place of play...

Michael looked down, shaking lightly in place. He seemed pale, at the mention of the bots not acting right. Scott just sighed.

"We can probably truck through today and tomorrow in half days, I already sent a request out for extra hands from within the company, and more ads in general... and Michael you were right, I'm going to rant about Dallas's again," Scott warned jokingly, only to startle as Michael got up and began walking out. "Wait a moment, where are you going?"

"Consider this me using my sick day, I need a day off. Y/N, call me if you need a ride home, your car sounds like it's about to die on you any day now." He offered, before just walking out. Y/N blushed a bit at the offer, before paling as they realized what Michael had left them to.

A half day of just two people. On a summer weekday. With apparently fussy robots. Oh god...

Scott heaved a sigh, before getting up. "Let's just.. we'll limit how many come in. We can pre-cook and prep a lot of things. It's just.. we can do this." he smiled weakly to Y/N, tired and clearly used to this sort of thing happening.

"Is Michael going to be okay? Is that normal?" They asked after a moment of silence.

"This is.. unfortunately not the first time he's done this. He'll be fine once he comes back. Let's prepare for a decent day." He smiled in a fake way, pretending that he wasn't upset over all of this.

This was going to be a day...

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Michael groaned as he peeled out of the parking lot, his insides twisted and aching. He hadn't needed... the urge to go back had only hit him now of all times. The hospital.. he hated the memories, the phantom feelings down his arms and over his face.