Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)

5: My poor baby

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Abuse mention

~2 weeks later~

Michael threw his hands against the door again.

"P-PLEASE! D-DAD LET M-ME O-OUT!" He cried. All he had was his foxy plush, while surrounded by parts of broken animatronics

They had closed for the night and Michael was helping clean up. He had broken something and the diner, and that pissed off his dad. So, as a form of punishment, William locked Michael in the supply closet.

"DAD PLEASE! I-IT W-WAS A-AN ACCIDENT! I-I WONT D-DO IT A-A-AGAIN!" Michael screamed. Being in there would have been fine, if it weren't for the fact that the room smelled like decaying corpses, and the animatronics looked terrifying without endoskeletons in them. Especially the broken endoskeleton in the corner.

"DAD P-PLEASE THE ENDOSKELETONS ARE SCARY!"

"D-DAD P-P-PLEASE!"

"You're fine, Michael." William said in annoyed tone, leaning on the door.

Michael slid down to the floor and cried into the fox plush.

He hoped Evan would never have to experience this.

"D-dad please..." Michael choked out.

He heard his mom yelling from the other side of the door. After a minute, he heard the door unlock and he scrambled to get up. He grabbed the door knob and pushed the door open. His mom pulled him into a hug and he cried into her shoulder

"You can't just lock him in the supply closet, William!" She yelled

"And why the fuck not? It's my kid."

"HES MY SON TOO, WILLIAM!" Clara shouted

"Michael?" Evan called softly.

"Hey, little man." Michael pulled away from his mom.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm alright, Evvy."

"Don't call me that!" Evan giggled. Michael hugged his brother and smiled.

"Where were you?" Evan asked

"I w-was in the bathroom." Michael lied.

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They got home and Michael went to his room.

"It's just me and you, foxy." He said to his plush. There was a knock at his door.

He expected it to be his mom

"C-come in." He said

His dad walked in and Michael stared up at him

"Michael."

"D-dad."

William gestured for Michael to stand up, so Michael stood up as quickly as he could.

(Here's where the abuse comes in, so if that stuff makes you uncomfy please don't read this part 😓)

William grabbed Michael by the collar of his shirt and threw him into the wall. William glared at his son.

"I never liked you. You never lived up to any of my expectations." And with that, he punched Michael in the gut.

"D-da-"

"Shut it. You're worthless, Michael." He said, pushing Michael onto the ground. William put his foot on Michael's stomach.

This would hurt.

"Repeat it back to me. You're worthless." William demanded

"D-dad-"

"Repeat. It. Back. To. ME!" William snapped

"I-I'm worthless." Michael said softly.

William smiled before throwing his foot down harshly into his sons gut.

Michael started gasping for air and held his stomach in pain. His eyes were streaming with tears and he could barely breath.

William walked out of Michael's room and shut the door.

William and Clara didn't sleep in the same room anymore, so when Clara exited her room, she glared at her soon to be ex husband.

"What did you do to him?" She asked

"What?" William replies, pretending to be oblivious.

"Michael. What did you do to Michael?" Clara said through gritted teeth.

"Go check on him, you'll see." He said. Clara's eyes went wide and she ran down the hall to her son's room. She opened the door quickly and looked at him. It was a horrible sight, her son curled in a ball, crying and gasping for air.

She ran up to him and pulled him into her lap.

"My poor baby..." she whispered.