One shots

Afton Siblings Oneshot 2: Blast To The Past

This was requested by @start on AO3. As always, I don't know the lore and don't own the characters. For the story, the Bonnie bully is named Mark, the Freddy bully is named Fredrick, and the Chica bully is Simon. Fredrick is twin brothers with Jeremy Fitzgerald. Michael is dating a girl named Mary. Jeremy is in a situationship with a girl named Jessica. And Mark is dating a girl named Susan. Don't question it, my sister helped me out here so there would be a plot. Happy reading loves!

Michael grins as he puts out his cigarette and walked over to his girlfriend, Mary. She's laughing as she speaks with Susan and Jessica. Behind him, are his impatiently waiting friends, twins Jeremy and Fredrick, Mark and Simon.

Mark eagerly greets Susan, with a loving kiss and a quick hug, mirroring Michael's own actions with Mary. Jeremy and Jess awkwardly hug a little, their relationship still unsteady and new.

"Can we go in now?" Fredrick asked, impatient as ever.

"Yeah, sure." Michael rolled his eyes.

He'd invited all his friends to the grand opening of his dad's newest restaurant in the Fazebear chain, Circus Baby's Pizza and Rentals. While the actual attractions at the restaurant are of little interest to teenagers like them, with the target market being families and young kids, but a party was a party regardless.

Michael led the way into the restaurant, guiding his friends over to the back, where he'd helped set a table for them.

"Welcome to Circus Baby's Pizza and Rentals." Michael drawled. 

His friends looked around, somewhat amazed and impressed, in that normal teenage way.

"I'm supposed to be watching Liz, but I convinced Evan to do it for me, so we're good to chill as long as I can see them." Michael explained to his friends as they settled into their seats.

Evan and Elizabeth, his younger siblings, ran through as if on cue, Lizzie's bright red hair flying behind her as she cackled and dashed around. Evan hesitantly chased after her, calling out to the energetic five year old.

Michael rolled his eyes. "Don't break anything or Ma and Dad'll have my head, you hear me?"

"Yeah, Mikey." Evan mumbled.

"Don't call me that." Michael groaned. "Liz, ya little shit, you hear me?"

"Yes, Bubba." Lizzie cackled, and somehow, Michael didn't believe she'd keep her hands to herself despite her promise. "I hear ya loud and clear. Big mouth asshole."

"Hey!" Michael snapped, turning sharply to his kid sister, who cackled again and dashed off.

Evan yelped and ran after her.

Michael resisted the urge to roll his eyes for the third time in five minutes, and instead settled into a seat beside Mary. The gorgeous blonde rested her head on his shoulder, watching with a wide smile as he called out to one of the workers.

A teenage boy, a year or two older than them, turned to look at them, looking particularly disgruntled in his purple uniform, as he was forced to deal with the owner's son.

"Yes, Mr. Afton?" The boy sighed.

"Some food for me and my friends, if ya will." Michael said, with a shit eating grin.

The worker visibly collected himself, and gave a jerky sort of nod. "Sure."

The employee all but stormed off, grumbling under his breath when Michael called out to make it quick.

The others laughed.

"Geez, Mike. Does the whole staff already hate you? It's their first day officially on the job." Mark chuckled.

Susan gave a soft laugh as well. "You work damn fast."

"Thanks. I try." Michael agreed, nodding eagerly.

"Holy cow, Mike, do they really all hate you already?" Jeremy asked, leaning forward.

"Hate is a strong word." Michael said airily.

"They do, don't they?" Simon deadpanned.

"Hey, no. They don't hate me yet." Michael argued.

Jessica started laughing again. "Yet."

"All I did was make some demands for the last hour or so." Michael offered.

"Some?" Mary parrots.

"Hour?" Fredrick echoed.

Michael shrugged. "They're fine. They'll hate me in a week or so."

"Why in a week?"

"Cause that's when I start fucking with them for real."

They all start laughing again. The food is brought out by the same grumpy employee, and they murmur their thanks while Michael hands over a couple dollars for a tip.

He slides his arm around Mary, smiling widely when she chuckles and mutters, "real smooth, Mike," to him before returning her attention to the gossip she was receiving from Susan and Jess. Michael turns his own attention to his friends, listening as Fredrick and Jeremy explained something or another to Mark and Simon, while both of the two boys corrected the brothers' incorrect nonsense. There was an uncanny level of ease and peace that Michael had not felt in several weeks. 

Between his father's stress about opening the new place and building the new animatronics, Lizzie's ridiculous obsession with the star attraction, Circus Baby, William's strict rules for Lizzie to completely avoid the new bot, and his parents' constant arguing, not to mention Evan's bone deep fear of the animatronics, there had been a lot of yelling in the Afton house, a majority of it coming from Clara and William. 

It was really nice to sit here, silently listening to the buzz of conversation, knowing that this one wouldn't end in screaming and fighting and hitting and drinking and chaos and pain. He feels oddly safe and warm and secure, a bubble of contentment settled into his stomach without the help of a beer or a cigarette. 

He hadn't felt like this in a while, and certainly never would have a year ago, before he'd been so close with his current group of friends, back when he hung around assholes who used him for his money. It felt really nice to be happy and content and sure of someone for once. Michael wasn't used to it, but it felt really, really nice. 

He relaxed slightly, leaning a little against Mary, who glances at him with a soft, domestic looking smile, loving and reassuring. Offhandedly, he thinks about how nice it would be to settle down with this girl, to marry this woman, to be with her forever, if only to see that gentle smile every day for the rest of his life. 

Michael's eyes widen slightly at the realization of what he'd thought, and was immensely grateful he'd only thought it, and not said it. As much as he knew it was true, that he would love to marry his gorgeous Mary Floreen, he was still young and he wasn't sure if Mary wanted that yet. He could wait. He would wait. 

He'd wait for her forever. 

He'd wait for all his friends forever. They brought him a sense of family and love. He'd die for them. He loved them all. Michael smiled at each of them, and then calmly settled himself back into the conversation.

So caught up in his conversation with his friends, he failed to notice a little girl with a head of flame-orange hair dashing off excitedly, with a very hesitant, scared brown haired boy cautiously calling after her, as they entered the room marked with the words, Circus Baby, overhead.