A/N:
This is a songfic! Just a note, the song is called The Doomed Destiny of Spouse | Again - KIRA ft. Rachie (Cover/Remix). THIS IS ANGTSY BE WARNED!
Ritchie couldn't stop glancing at Michael, even when Austin and Bri were laughing and talking in front of him. He couldn't help but steal a glance behind him to see Michael slightly lagging behind, a very blank look on his face as he stared towards the docks.
They had just gotten back from their mission from the underworld and purgatory, and of course as soon as they got back, Austin and Bri wanted to spend time with them (when he says Austin and Bri he just means Austin), so that's what they were doing.
Only this turned into Ritchie and Michael being third wheels, while Austin and Bri chatting and laughed with each other.
Ritchie sighed to himself, now looking back forward to try and admire his surroundings. Getting his mind off his concerns.
Michael, right on cue, slowly looked backed forward to see the back of Ritchie's head. His face, kind of deflated a little bit.
I haven't been myself lately,
Michael tilted his head a bit off to the side so he could see Austin better, his mind flashing back to the memories of when the Son of Apollo first arrived at the camp.
I don't blame you for not wanting to stay...
"Hey, Michael?"
Michael suddenly perked when he heard his name, his eyes catching Ritchie's own eyes staring back at him. It seemed the Hermes boy had decided to lag back a bit too so he could walk beside his best friend.
"You doing okay? You haven't said much since we've come back from purgatory." Ritchie's eyebrows furrowed, a concerned look etched on his face.
He frowned upon seeing Michael rudely wave him off. "I'm fine." The only Son of Athena told, very sternly.
Saying things that I don't mean.
Michael pushed away the guilt snipping at his heart, turning his head away from his friend. Those words didn't willingly come out of his mouth, it was like, something else forced it out of him.
Not meaning what I say...
Michael sadly sighed as he sat in his cabin, his head in his hands as he sat on his bed. His mind was swirling. Which was normal considering how much time he spent around Austin, but it never happened so frequently. It was like, after the visit to purgatory, his mind got more jumbled.
When it's good, it's so good!
He remembers laughing along with Katelyn at a stupid joke he made, the two of them standing in front of his cabin as the sun pleasantly tickled their skin. Having a great time to themselves after a successful date.
When it's bad, it's so BAD.
He remembers limply falling to his knees, in front of the cave of Arabis, tears streaming down his mortified face like a river. His heart painfully ached, wanting to desperately see, hear, touch, kiss Katlyn again... But couldn't, knowing she sacrificed her life for him.
'Maybe I, really have gone mad.' Michael thought bitterly to himself, feeling his gut twist up in knots as his thoughts clouded with hatred. Hatred directed towards himself.
What am I supposed to say,
when I end up driving everyone away?
Michael pushed with his hands to get himself off his bed, hearing the deep 'thud' sound as his feet hit the wooden cabin ground.
Cause I am on fire.
A crying, burning, LIAR.
Michael hadn't realized tears were beginning to stream down his face, he was just starting to pace back in forth in his room. His thoughts were getting a little too much for him. He was thinking too much about Katelyn. He missed her, so much. He didn't want to forget about her, but thinking about her hurt his heart dearly.
The Son of Athena began to try and take deep breaths in and out. He was trying to breathe, desperately, and get oxygen into his lungs. Jeez, when did it get so stuffy in here?
Seeing nothing. Nothing. But myself...
Michael then abruptly stopped in front of his door, slowly looking down at his hands as realization dawned on him.
And I'm the one with the lighter...
Michael's eyes suddenly hardened.
Every inch of me is charred!
Michael quickly stomped his way up to his desk, and literally swiped his hands across the table full of items. All of them being violently thrusted to the floor.
God, what happened to my heart?!
I'm about to fall apart─
Michael clenched his jaw, bringing his hands up to tightly grip his hair, his grip was so tight his knuckles were turning white. Tears were pouring faster down his face than a running waterfall.
Again! Again!
"And you're never coming back!" Michael bitterly shouted, a sorrowful look, full of grief and misery washing over his face. "And I'm not okay with that─"
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Michael (MichaelNeverSleeps/OmegaGamingLP) Oneshots
FanfictionHeyo, waddup. Fun fact about me is that Michael is my overall favorite character, love his channel, the characters he plays─ amazing. I had seen someone writing FTO Mario one-shots around here ─ and if that person is reading this than hello, I love...