Better Left Behind. (Michael Afton AU)

Explain?

Trigger warning for: Cussing,
Talk of self harm, cleaning/taking care of a self harm wound, not really a panic attack but can be interpreted that way. Also passing out and describing a part of what happpens to the body after death.
Another note: I'm sorry for the long wait I was busy and I apologize.

(Henry's POV)
"Explain?" Charlie was hesitant before speaking "I ran into him at the store, and decided he had lots of explaining to do ." Henry sighed and took a glance at Michael who seemed to be frozen in place. "Just..I'll put my things away." Henry picked up his bags and continued to walk into a hallway.

(Michael's POV)
This isn't good. This isn't good at all.. what am I supposed to do?.. Charlie tapped on his shoulder pulling him out of his thoughts and making him jump. "So...what are you even doing back here?" Michael looked away from her refusing to make eye contact and replied "My Bo- My friends mother invited us over for the holidays."
"Oh I see." Just as Charlie finished her sentence she noticed Michael was shaking. Her eyes took on a look of concern and she touched his arm making him pull away abruptly. "Michael?.."
"Don't touch me." He backed away from her and covered his face with his hands. Fucking hell, why can't I just not panic when I'm slightly stressed...

(Charlie's POV)
What happened to make him panicky like this? Was it Henry? Was it me? What should I do? Charlie attempted to touch Michael's shoulder but he backed away further his breathing speeding up. "What's wrong?.." Charlie was only met with the sound of his ragged breathing. "I-I'll get Henry.." before Michael could object she walked off into the hallway.

"Dad..?" she peeked her head into the room and saw Henry putting away various bolts and screws. "Yes?" He said still putting away bolts and such. "Michael..isn't doing well out there..I don't know what to do." Henry looked up "What's ..he doing? He said, his voice laced with concern. "Well, he's shaking, fast breathing and pretty unresponsive,won't allow physical touch or comfort."
"I'll deal with this. It's better if you stay here, he could get overwhelmed by both of us at once."
"Good idea I'll just stay here."

(Henry's POV)
Henry hurried out into the living room seeing Michael had slid down the wall and had passed out? Henry checked his pulse. Nothing. (Note: if you don't understand Michael is undead so he has no pulse. Henry's not aware of that.) He began to panic and called Charlie out while shaking Michael's shoulders. He felt Michael begin to stir, this confused him, Why is Michael waking up?.. he has no pulse! As Charlie rushed over to stand beside her dad, Michael blinked and opened his eyes "What the fuck are you doing?" Henry quickly removed his hand from Michael's wrist. He sleeve is blood stained...no! I must get to the situation at hand. Henry thought. When he had pulled his hand away he had felt no pulse. "Michael?"
"What? And stop getting so close."
"I-what? Never mind, are you okay? What happened?"
"What do you mean? I just passed out."
"No I mean why did you?"
"Oh um, I'm just tired?"
"Nevermind.. what happened to your arm?"
Charlie took this as a cue to walk out into the hallway to leave them alone to dicuss.
Michael looked guilty, "O-oh well you see..I had a small fall nothing much." Henry reached for Michael's arm to pull him up, Michael quickly pulled away "I can get up myself."
Michael got up following Henry to the bathroom.

Note: I googled it and dead peoples blood goes to the part of the body closest to the ground. If you died laying down the blood would go down and clot . So if Michael fell forward after "Dying" The blood would go to his arms and chest/torso I think? This process is called livor Mortis . So I think he would still bleed a little bit after death? I'm not really making this scientifically accurate so I'm sorry about that. Just a fun fact!

Henry motioned for Michael to sit at the edge of the bathtub while he searched in the drawers for a first aid kit. He soon found the first aid kit and opened it up then went back to grab antiseptic. "Roll up your sleeve so I can see the wound." Henry said while putting some antiseptic on a wash cloth. Michael rolled up his sleeve and Henry looked at the wound immediately getting more concerned. "How did you say this happened again?"
"I-I fell."
"You stutter when you lie." Henry sighed, "These look like nail marks? Did somebody attack you?"
"No."
"Then how?" Michael looked down feeling guilty. "Did you hurt yourself?"
Michael looked down not meeting Henry's eyes. Henry then knew what happened but decided not to press on the issue wanting to wait. He dabbed the wound cleaning it and went to grab some bandages. He wrapped them around tight but nothing too tight.

(Michael's POV)
As they all sat awkwardly at the dining room table Michael's phone began ringing, he took his phone out of his pocket seeing it was Jeremy. "I-I have to take this. I'll be back. Michael walked out and opened the door to the back door. He quietly closed the door behind him and answered the phone. "MICHAEL!" Michael flinched at his loud tone but replied "Is something wrong? Are you hurt?"
"What no? Just are you okay?"
"Yes I'm fine! Nobody kidnapped me."
"Well I need to tell you one more thing..that's concerning."
"Yea?"
"4 children were just reported missing. Apparently they disappeared from a Freddy's establishment."
"Fucking hell, please be joking?"
"I-I'm not." Michael tapped the hang up button and sighed trying not to cry. It doesn't mean they were killed by him? Oh who am I kidding. Who else would it be? I'm so done. It can't get worse than this can it?

Hi! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm sorry for how long it took for me to update I was kinda stuck. Anyways stay tuned for the next chapter! Have a wonderful day!