Michael (MichaelNeverSleeps/OmegaGamingLP) Oneshots

[FTO vs. OoO] Past Lovers Part 2

A/N:
 Requested by the-ace-shiper ! I had said I was going to do this before the whole A/N, but hey, here it is now :DDD hope you like it!

Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods─ was all OoO Michael could think as he hid inside a box crate, trying to muffle his breathing as he curled into an comfortably tight ball. This wasn't good, this really wasn't good.

Now, you're probably wondering. Michael, how the hell did you get into this situation? Well, funny thing is kids. He had no clue.

All he remembers is being sneaky, as his guildmaster counterpart (who was a bit scary to him mind you) had said there was this council meeting he had to attend to. He said he'd be back in an hour. But get this.

That was three hours ago.

What happened next was that he just decided to chill around his counterpart's room, or, well, the 'guildmasters room' as it was deemed. He wasn't trying to be nosy, but he was just kind of looking around, wanting to see more than the center guildhall. He's been here for only a few weeks, and felt, pretty homesick. He missed Ritchie and strangely, he missed Austin bugging him.

It was nice to get his mind off his homesickness.

When he had gone back through the side door to try and go back underneath the guild bar, not wanting to be caught, he had instantly spotted someone the second he closed the door.

And that's how he ended up diving into the nearest crate in panic, and how he managed to stay unseen for the last fifteen minutes.

He heard footsteps come closer every so often, making his heart pick up speed as his breath quickened, only for the footsteps to pass by him and make him deflated into a tight ball again.

So yeah, he's having a grand old time.

Michael quietly huffed with relief as he heard another pair of footsteps pass him, hearing muffled voices speak to each other every so often.

He had registered that one sounded, exactly the same to Mitch. It made him curious to see what he looked like in this world, but he couldn't just pop right out like Houdini and reveal himself. Despite how he wanted to get out of this now hot and stuffy box. 

He had registered that there was someone else in the room too, someone else he didn't recognize. He thought he heard this Mitch say his name was 'Patrick', but he wasn't too sure.

He attempted putting his ear up against the box, to try and hear the conversation and see if they would be leaving soon so he could breathe some fresh air.

"Succesful S Class Mission, as always," Michael quietly heard Mitch's voice say, sounding more muffled and far away. Meaning he wasn't near the crate. Michael felt himself untense a bit at that fact, good. "I always deliver." The other voice, 'Patrick' said back. "As do I. Well..." Mitch's voice suddenly trailed off, "say, actually,  do you, sense that?"

Michael felt himself freeze as Mitch said that. Uh oh.

He imagined Patrick raising an eyebrow as he responded, "Uhhh, no. My magic doesn't focus around senses too much. Do you think... someone's here?" Michael felt his heart pick up speed, the sound like loud drums in his ears.

"Now that you mention it, yes. I thought it was Michael but, somehow it feels... off." 

Michael hugged his knee's tighter to his chest. Oh no─

He heard footsteps begin to come closer, the conversation being continued as these two people walked and talked.

"Eh, I'm sure it's probably nothing."

Michael soon quietly sighed to himself at that, feeling relief soothe his being. He had no clue he sighed perhaps a bit too loudly. Michael was still tense, the footsteps were still coming closer.

He had no idea that Patrick and Mitch were sharing glances with each other.

"Yeeeeah, sure it's just the boss getting back," Mitch clarified, his voice right above Michael's crate.

Michael felt his own warm breath hit his face, making the box more stuffy, and concealed. He wasn't claustrophobic but dang, he might as well be now.

OoO Michael suddenly felt everything stop, the air feeling tense, and the talking going eerily quiet.

The next thing he knew was brightness beaming down on him as the box was opened, and someone suddenly yank him by the back of his jacket collar...

And he was face to face with Mitch and Patrick.

OoO Michael remained quiet, a slightly shocked look on his face that FTO Mitch and Patrick shared too. 

"...Boss?" Mitch furrowed his eyebrows, staring deep into OoO Michael's orbs as he held him by the collar. 

OoO Michael nervously laughed, well, at least he got to see what Mitch looked like. "Not, exactly?" His voice rang as he cleared his throat, feeling the awkwardness build up.

FTO Mitch and FTO Patrick shared a look. What in Allumos have they gotten themselves into?