Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)

6: Too Late

~1 month later~
it's like 12:30 at night

"You're horrible, William! You beat him, lock him in the supply closet, and even threaten to kill him sometimes!" Clara yells. She had finally gotten the papers for the divorce, but before she gave them to William, they were arguing again.

"He's impossible! He's a stupid 14, almost 15 year old who likes to bully his brother with his friends in their stupid animatronic masks!"

"That gives you no good reason to threaten him with death!" Clara yells

Michael was crying in his room during this. He didn't hate his brother. He loved his brother, he just had fun scaring him.

He wiped his eyes and just listened to his parents scream. Evan was probably sobbing over the loud noises. Evan showings even be awake at this hour, but Michael could imagine how hard it must be to sleep when your parents  have been arguing for 2 hours now.

Michael grabbed his foxy mask and started head to his brothers room.

He opens the door and stared at the crying child infront of him.

"Rah." Michael says sarcastically, throwing the mask at Evan

"M-Michael."

"Evan."

Michael sat down and looked at the plushes.

Foxy had his head ripped off.

Rockstar foxy didn't, but regular foxy did.

"How are you holding up?" Michael asked his brother

"Not g-good. Why are mum and dad yelling?"

"They hate eachother." Michael replied.

"Why?"

"Mum loves all of her kids unconditionally, and dad absolutely despises me. So obviously they're gonna argue about it." Michael says

"Doesn't dad hurt you a lot?" Evan says

Michael looked down

"I-...That doesn't matter right now." Michael said, avoiding eye contact

Evan nodded and looked at the fabric mask infront of him.

Michael never let him wear it, and Evan never knew why.

"Mikey?"

"Evvy?"

"Why can't I wear the mask?"

"Cus Mr. Emily got it for me a few years ago and I don't like people touching it. Other than me." Michael explained. Evan nodded and started playing with his spring Bonnie plush.

Michael drowned out all other noise except for his parents yelling. Sure, he hated it. It made him want to die more than he already did. But Michael still listened. There was yeilling, a scream, a shatter, a thud, then silence.

What the fuck just happened. Michael jumped up and ran out of his brothers room.

Michael opened the hallway door and peeked into the kitchen. His dad wasn't there, and his mom was on the ground, bleeding a little from her hand.

"Mum!" He yelled, running up to her

"I-I'm ok, Michael" she said softly.

He hugged his mom and got some paper towels to clean the blood.

"Where did dad go?" He asked

"Hell if I know. He was yelling at me, then he grabbed a knife. He grabbed my arm and sliced it as he ran off." Clara explained

"He can't be too far, this is the middle floor of the house. We have a big house." Michael stated. He was going after his dad.

"Michael, don't even think about it-"

"Too late." He said, standing up and walking out of the kitchen

"Michael! He could hurt you!"

"Bold of you to assume I won't fight back." Michael said. He ran down the stairs and saw his dad holding a knife and about to open the front door.

"Dad?"

William hid the knife.

"Michael."

"What are you doing?" Michael asked, stepping closer to his father.

"Nothing. Go back to your room-"

"No. Where are you going?" Michael asked

William didn't hesitate. He jumped over the table and onto his son. He pressed the knife to Michael's throat and glared down at his 14 year old.

Michael was pinned to the floor, his father on top of him, holding the knife against his throat. One wrong move, and he'd choke on his own blood.

"Go to your fucking room, Michael." William said in a whisper.

Michael nodded, fear evident in his eyes, and his father stood up. Michael scooted away and gasped for air once his father removed the knife from his throat.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some lives to end." William said, walking out of the house