Male/female reader X Sister Location

17

"You know they're coming for you, right?" The small, yellow bear sat on the bed as Michael paced nervously around the room. Brothers had to look out for each other, but he was starting to get really sick of Michael's nerves. If brothers had to look out for each other, then why the hell could Michael's actual brother not look out for him, instead of sending it to do the job. "You have to hide. Jump in the closet, hide under the bed. Or get yourself a gun and defend yourself. You can't have a panic attack forever, Michael, do something!"

"She's my sister, I can't shoot her." Michael only seemed to pay attention to the gun part. "And there's nowhere I can hide they won't know I'm there. They know every trick in the book."

"Stab her then." The bear mumbled as a passing thought. It went by the name Friendbear, or at least that's the nickname the poor murdered child had for him. It hated being ignored. The kid may be dead, but at least he payed attention to him. Michael just acted on his own impulse, throwing caution to the wind and doing dumb shit that had him end up with those burns, that scar, this trauma.  If he listened, he wouldn't have half the PTSD he had now. Poor thing never learned.

There was a knock on the door.

"They're here!" Friendbear felt a bit of panic erupt inside him, but he pushed it down. He had to keep a level head, or there'd be disaster. "Fuck it, just get in the damn closet, it'll buy us time."

Michael took a deep breath, finally listening. Or at least that was what Friendbear though before he ran straight out of the door of the room and into the kitchen. He opened a drawer and pulled a gun out of it. Friendbear rolled his eyes. Why did he have to be so indecisive? It would get them killed. Michael compressed himself into the pantry, and tried to steady his breathing.

"Just kick the door down." You suggested. The voice in your head laughed at your idea, but then Baby actually did it, taking a few steps backward and throwing herself into the door, not only opening it, but knocking it off it's hinges. You suppressed laughter. You weren't expecting it to work.

Clever.

"Thanks." You needed to get into the habit of not responding to the voice. Learning to ignore it would benefit everyone.

"Michael?" Ballora was a terrifying giant who walked like some kind of spider created whilst God was popping open his hundredth cold one with Jesus. "Michael we're here to bargain!"

He won't answer to that. Tell them he won't answer to that.

"He won't-" he started to say, but got interrupted.

"He won't answer to that," Baby said, stepping in front of Ballora. "Michael, we won't hurt you! You're safe, we're here to protect you!"

Complete silence.

You're all so stupid and I hate you. Hey, Stranger. Don't ignore me!

"What?" You hissed, trying not to make noise.

Repeat after me.

"No, this is stupid. What makes you think he'll listen to what you have to say?"

I'm his father.

"Listen to it, Y/N, it's good with words." Baby said, smiling to herself.

"Yeah, he's good with kids too."

Repeat. Trust me.

"Trust me?" Louder. "Trust me!"

They won't hurt you around me.

You repeated, still unsure if you were doing the right thing. If you were Michael, you wouldn't trust the psychopathic robots who just kicked in your door. "You'll be alright, they just want to talk."

Michael could hear them approaching the kitchen. He wasn't comforted at all by this strangers voice. He readied the gun, cringing a little with every word said. "You're gonna die." Friendbear told him, not even a little bit concerned, just annoyed.

"It's gonna be okay. Trust me." You stepped into the kitchen, only to trigger some emergency reaction from Micheal. He backed up towards the wall in a panic, pointing the gun straight at your head. The look on his face when he saw you was almost heartbreaking.

Girl- oof. Poor guy must be having so many flashbacks to all the terrible things that happened to him.

Boy- me too, bro. Me too.

"Michael, we just wanna talk. We're concerned about your safety." Baby said, walking in behind you.

"My safety?" Michael scoffed, holding back laughter. You realised looked like absolute shit, a complete mess, like he'd died, then came back, then burned alive, then came back again.

Girl- aww I feel so bad for him, the poor baby.

Boy- mood.

"I really doubt that, Miss Carve Your Guts Out."

"Michael, if you don't listen to us, you're gonna get the shit murdered out of you." Foxy said, raising an eyebrow. "So you can either sit your perfectly sculpted ass down and listen to us, or die. What'll it be, Mickey?"

Girl- perfectly sculpted ass? Weird flex but ok.

Boy- bITCH SAAAME.

Michael, presumably on impulse, fired at you. Your first instinct was to dive out of the kitchen and leave everything else to them, but Baby just demanded you all leave and come back. That ended with you all waiting in a car with Ballora, wondering what to do.

Now what?

"Now what?" You asked. "'Cause that didn't work."

"Now?" Baby smirked to herself. "Now we use force."