Bloody Love FNaF Michael x Ennard

Chapter 12 : 'Mikey- Michael-'

((William Afton's POV))

We walked into Marionette's box, and knocked on the door hidden in the back.
"Who i-. Afton. Leave." Marionette spat.
"No, y-your father is here." I said awkwardly.
"DADDY!" She yelled suddenly, running and hugging Henry.
"Ch-Charlie!" Henry cried.
I stood there in silence as they reunited happily.
God this makes me feel horrible. I shouldn't have done any of that... I think sadly.
"Afton." Marionette said blankly, almost emotionlessly, to me.
"Yes?" I responded.
"Why did you do this? You killed us, you shouldn't care." She said angrily.
"Charolette I've... I've changed in those 15 years in the back room." I said quietly.
"... fine. You have ONE chance." Charlie hissed.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"Thank you? You said thank you?" She asked, she really dislikes me.
"Y-yeah?" I say.
"Charolette Emily. Do not talk to William like that." Henry stood up for me.
He-he-he- I- I think, I'm shocked.
"What!? Dad! Your defending a fucking murderer!" She said, shocked at her fathers sudden statement.
"Yes... but he told me something YOU did as well." He said quietly and thoughtfully.
"What did he tell you." Charolette demanded.
"That you, and your friends, killed HIM with the spiringlocks. Not to mention the dead night guards..." he reasoned.
She went quiet. What would she say anyway?
"See, there. Yes he killed you, but look at him." Henry said, her gaze fell on me and she took in my sorry expression and posture.
"Now, both of you need to apologize. Now." He demanded.
"I'm so sorry Charolette- I didn't mean- well I did- but-" I fumbled with my words.
"William, it is ok. I forgive you.. and I'm sorry too." She apologized.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"Thank you too." She said.
"There, how hard was that?" Henry teased slightly.
"Ok, we get your smart now shut up." I chuckled.
He just stuck his tongue out at me.
"Oh gosh." I face palmed.

((Ennard's POV))

Huh? I can't get up? What's on me?
Eggs! Awww. He's so cute like that!
I scoot away from him and walk to the kitchen.
He has exotic fucking butters. Mine.

((Elizabeth Afton's POV))

"Hey C.Baby?" I said, waking up the powered off robot.
"Hm." She hummed.
"I'm bored... we've been stuck here for three days." I complained.
"Yes... I know." Circus Baby hissed, annoyed as I had been complaining for the whole time here.
"Uuuuugh. But Circus Babyyyy!" I whine.
"Elizabeth, please calm down." CB sighed.
"No. I'm so bored!" I huff.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PRISS. YOU'VE BEEN COMPLAINING FOR HOURS!" Circus Baby screamed suddenly.
"Wha-"
"NO. IM TAKING CONTROL SO SHUT IT KID." She yells.
"I-I..." I whispered. She'd never yelled at me like this before... yes we argue... but she-she doesn't tell me to 'shut the fuck up'. My big- Michael, used to say that, and he used to call me a priss.
I willingly gave her control and took a nap.

((Ennard's POV))
((TRIGGER WARNING!))

"Hey Mikey? I w-" I cut myself off as I stepped into Mike's room.
"E-E-E-Ennard-" he chocked, he had cuts all up his arms and on his thighs, along with a razor in his hand. How did I not see tho- he had gloves when I walked in on him shirtless.
"Mikey- Michael w-what- you..." I stuttered, in my human form with oily tears in my eyes.
"E-Ennard- I'm- I.... I.... I can't." He whispered.
"You... can't what Mikey, I care for you! P-p-please- I'm sorry!" I said quickly.
"I can't stop. I-it's not your fault..." he said, putting his shirt on, no, not his shirt, my hoodie.
He pulled his pants up, and I realized we were both crying.
I walked over to him, put the hood of my hoodie up over his head, and grabbed his hands.
"E-E-Enny?" He whispered, "a-a-are you m-mad at me?"
"No. I'm not. I just want to help you stop." I whispered back, pulling his sleeves up and gingerly looking at all of the cuts.
Each was so deep, and there was so many, he couldn't die anymore- as far as I know.
I looked at him, at his arm, and him again, and kissed him on his tear stained, wet cheek.
He gasped and blushed.
"It's ok. I'll be back." I said softly as I went to get some bandages.
I came back and gently wrapped up each of his injuries in a small bit of gauze and medical tape, kissing each one.
"Thank you..." Michael said, stepping over to me and leaning his head onto my chest.
I'm significantly taller then him, I'm 6'6 and he's 5'3. He's also very small in general, like, he has smaller shoulders and is skinnier.
"It's ok Mikey... j-just please please try to stop. It hurts me and you." I whispered.
"B-but- I cant..." he sobbed into my shirt.
"I'll help you." I said, finalizing the conversation.
"Ok..." he sobbed harder, making my shirt wetter.

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