Michael Afton x Reader

Chapter 1

" And then I said, uhhh yeaah no way , and he was like ' whaatt? ' then I shoved him into a locker! It was hilarious you should'a been there, (y/n)!"
You smile hearing Michael boast. His cheery attitude always put a smile on your face. In his presence, laughter and joy was contagious. At least in your case, anyway.

The year was 1981. You and your family were close friends with the Aftons. Your father had met William Afton in a bar one night with a business partner of his, Henry Emily. One topic let to the other and soon the (very drunken) men became very close. Introduced their wives to each other and set up play dates with their children and soon everyone was a happy family.
Although, your mother in recent times has begun to question whether you are safe or not around the Aftons.. more on that later.

" That's lovely Michael. Maybe you shouldn't be asking for lunch money. That's like..outdated don't you think? ", (Y/N) suggested.
" Besides, isn't your family filthy rich already " she added leaning back on the pillows he had thrown back against his bed's headrest.
" Oh, please. It's still satisfying to make someone submissive.. er - not in that way " Michael smiled awkwardly standing up off his bed and stretching out his tensed muslces. " Whatever you say, Mikey ", you laugh staying on his bed, taking one of his two pillows and hugging it to your chest.

The both of yous were enemies the first time you were introduced to each other. You found out you both went to the same elementary school, though Michael was a few grades ahead of you. From that day forwards he'd always pick on you relentlessly. The bullying was hurtful seeing how he was seen at the guy everyone swooned for. Even if he was still in the phase of growing up. When puberty hit - it hit him hard. He only got more handsome. You, on the other hand didn't change as much. Your (H/C) hair just got longer by a few inches as well as you got a bit taller.

It was at this point where Michael had begun to leave you alone. He made some friends and you forgot the details but somehow one day you ended up all together, toilet pappering someones house after mitching school. You were all laughing, you had your own inside jokes, you knew each other more, knew about each other's stupid childhood crushes and pulled off stupid pranks together. Got called over to the Police Station, got in trouble for so many things and had to take the blame for each other.

These were simpler times. You enjoyed life . You thank Michael for your popularity in school.
His family were also so..interesting to be around. The youngest of the bunch was Elizabeth Afton. She was 4 years old. Blonde hair. Green eyes. A brat at timed but gets what she wants. Second youngest was Norman Afton. 7 years old. Brown hair. Dark brown eyes. Gets bullied relentlessly by Michael. You try to not interfere and unfortunately you find guilty pleasure in seeing the bullying going on.
Then there was Michael. 16 years old. In your eyes he was a God. His tan skin, brown hair , brown eyes, toned biceps and — you get the point.
You liked him.
It was undeniable.
You were crushing on him and hadn't a clue what to do.
The best scenario you resulted to was playing it off cool and pretending to not care.
It is very difficult to act 'normal' when you're in a friend group totally made up of just males. You try though, and somehow you're succeeding .

" MICHAAAEEELLL! " you hear a voice shouting from downstairs. Michael's father, William. In your opinion, he was intimidating. He and Henry owned this weird restaurant called Fredbear's Family Diner. He assured you that it's still in it's testing days and that there will be improvements but.. it's one of the reasons your mother isn't quite impressed with you hanging around with the family. I mean, with Norman who seems to have breakdowns everytime he's in view of Michael, and William who can make these creepy giant robots - it makes sense why your mother would want the best for you.
But you ignore her and insist everything's okay. You know it'll be okay.

" Ugh . Dads. YEAH COMING!!" Michael shouts back quickly throwing on his shirt with ripped sleeves. Shame. You liked seeing his chest huehue.
" You cool in stayin' here? Just for a second ", he opens the door wide.
" Oh, no, it's fine go on ", you smile.
   " MICHAAAAAELL!! "
" OH MY GOD SHUT UP IM COMING! " he quickly leaves the room. You're left inside. The bedroom layout allows you to see out in the hallway with the door wide open. Directly in front of Michael's room was Elizabeth's room. Easily guessable by the pretty pink stickers that  littered the doors.
You were aware she had her own room even though she hardly slept in it. She still sleeps with her parents most nights but they're desperately trying to get her used to being alone.

You sit patiently waiting for Michael to come back. You were laying down on his bed, a pillow of his held tightly in your arms .
You were wearing a pair of shorts he had given you to borrow that one time you all went out for a swim. You had to tighten it since his hips were way too broad compared to yours.
Oh. And a plain shirt. Of course.

(Y/N) could hear the chattering downstairs. Not wanting to be rude and eavesdrop, she begins to sniff his pillow trying to figure out what it smells like. Mhm. Mhhm. Sweat and men's shampoo. A nice smell. She put the pillow down and stood up walking in circles for the time being.
She stopped in her tracks when she seen little Norman peek in through the door. She looked at him, bent down to be in his height level and smiled.
" Hey there little guy ", she smiled and waved in attempt to be somewhat kind. Norman furrowed his eyebrows and looked like he was going to cry again.
She doesn't blame him. She doesn't really defend him at all if Michael's picking on him. Sure she'd tell him to stop and that he's gone too far but she'd also be laughing along.
" HEY, get lost freak! " she heard Michael's voice coming up the stairs and caught a glimpse of Norman running back to his room or wherever he ran to.
Michael walked into the room and shut it behind him.
" Dads are a waste of time " he scoffed cursing under his breath.
" Oh? What did he ask from you this time? " you asked.
" He wants me to try work for his shitty lame company ", Michael vented to you taking off his top as if it was sucking out his life force.
" Again? " you laughed, meaning towards the fact his dad wants him to work for his company. Not the shirt.
" Yeah. It's stuffy - OH! You meant the job suggestion. Yeah. It's exhausting ", he exhaled rolling his shoulders around before flopping onto the bed with a thud. You laughed a bit in surprise then went on ahead to sit on his bed again.
" Did the little fuck try to talk to you? " Michael looked up at you . You shook your head and crossed your legs comfortably before nudging him to rest his head on your lap which he did without question. It was in a bromo kinda way. Even though you were his only female friend he didn't (always) treat you differently from the other friends he has.
" No. He didn't " you smiled a bit.
" Good. Uh. Oh. Also , Halloweens in a few days - you up for traumatizing some kids with the boys? " he asked with a cheeky grin. You laughed , " You know it! " you returned the smirk.
" What are you dressing up as anyway? " you asked. " Meh. Just puttin' on the mask. The others are too. Never thought about it..what about YOU? " he asked but didnt give you a chance to respond - " I KNOW! That little fucks always carrying the yellow bear guy - i'm sure there's a mask for him! We can go get it tomorrow if you'd like? " he suggested sitting up and turning to face you.
You tilt your head a bit then let out an awkward unsure laugh. " Isn't that a bit too cruel - that bear's literally like..his idol or something " (Y/N) was hesitant.
" Aw cmonnn ", Michael frowned at your hesitance. " Alright, alright - sure " you agreed to his offer.