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Summary: The pizzaria seems to never run quiet. Danger lurks at every corner. Walls watching quietly, waiting for the hunger to be stilled. For the building was never empty. [Series]
Confused, you tried to utter words. Constantly glancing over your shoulder. Leaning sloppy against Michael’s side. His arm tight at your waist. “Why…why are we running from my brother?” You finally managed to out.
Michael huffed pantingly, increasing the distance. “I…I don’t know.” He responded with little attention. Hobbling in a quick pace back to the security room. Out of breath, he let you fall down on the chair.
Coming to lean before you once more to reach the computer. Pushing yourself slightly up by the side’s, you tried to have a peek over his shoulder. The map lay-out of the pizza plex printed on screen.
He started clicking every room. Going back and forth from map to camera view. Barely leaving any moments between them. “What…what are you doing?” Utterly confused by his lack of communication and urgent camera views.
“I don’t know.” Michael huffed out, lowering his head. He clicked a few more camera’s, staying at one for you interrupted his actions. Grabbing him by the arm, forcing him at you.
“Michael!” The desperation reflected in the tone of your voice. You could sense the same burning answer lingered on his lips. Not wanting to hear it another time. Hardening your eyes at him with a glare to prevent him from even daring.
Your eyes shifted aside to the computer screen. “There!” Reaching an arm out underneath his at the screen. Michael’s head turned in an instant. Grabbing the computer screen.
Watching how your brother was on screen, untying his sister that had been hidden in a locker. It made you sigh with relief that she was unharmed. Michael kept staring at the screen.
Disconnected from the world, for your voice wouldn’t reach him. Rolling your eyes with a playful undertone, you brushed your finger up and down his cheek. The gesture made him squirm with a shudder. The slight shock in his eyes made you chuckle.
Michael’s lips curled up in a smile. A certain gleam in his eyes for your naughty gesture. Turning himself more to you, he set his hands down on the handles of your chair.
Maintaining that dangerous cheeky smile as he drew nearer. Letting his gaze shift down and up. Stretching his back more to reach you. Drawing closer with wonder what those lips would taste like.
Feeling your breath on his lips. Sending a ticklish sensation up his spine. Slightly tilting his head, anticipating the moment. That devilish moment that had come creeping in his mind. Your eyes briefly shifted to the side.
Michael huffed quietly, head turned with force by your hands. Staring with squashed cheeks at the computer screen. Wondering what he had done for this moment to be interrupted. “They’re gone.” You commented loud.
Hinting at the camera view that no longer viewed your brother and Vanessa. Michael’s eyes slightly widened. Moving underneath his arms, you reached for the computer mouse. Returning to the map. Michael shooed your hand away, taking over.
Clicking desperately to another camera. Main floor. Eyes glued to the screen from witnessing Vanessa leave the building. Moving the computer mouse from side to side, he let the camera turn. Expanding the view. No sign of your brother.
Upon hearing noises down the open corridor, you jumped up from your chair. Grabbing Michael by his shirt. Pulling him away from the computer screen. He could just in time click it back to the home-screen before fully being out of range.
Stumbling over his feet to keep up with your pace. “What are you doing?” Michael whispered in a shout. Pulling him forwards. Going round a few corners. Shoving him against the wall. “I don’t know. I heard noises.” You responded.
“Noises?” Michael answered with a perked up eyebrow. Chuckling when you gave him an annoyed shove. “Heavy footsteps.” You corrected. Michael grabbed your hand, moving it away from his chest. “They broke out. The animatronics are out. Your sister set them loose.” He reminded you as if you could forget about that.
“I know what I heard.” Responding annoyed. Giving him a flick of your finger against his forehead. Michael rubbed his forehead with a soft glare behind your back. Listening in, you tried to hear more of what had reached your ears. Deadly silent.
Hearing Michael sigh soft, you covered up his mouth. Wanting absolute silence to hear. Perking your head, came the noise again. Distant. Faint. Heavy thumping. Michael’s eyes widened. A shadow fell upon the ground.
The outlining reaching the light. Gasping softly, you shoved yourself into Michael. His hands draped down at your waist. Recognizing the shape in a faint memory. “Impossible.” He whispered in your ear. Impossible, yet evidence clear.
Chica’s shadow illuminated in the light. Heavy footsteps increasing with thundering arrival. Grabbing Michael’s shirt, you pulled him back with you. Going round the corners to your previous destination.
“Why did they return?” You asked with curiosity, yet made sure your voice was low. “They didn’t.” Michael responded. His answer made you pause abruptly. Too late for him to knock into you.
“Then…” Eyes lingering on him with panic. “You saw them before Y/n.” Speaking as he had grabbed you by the arms. Your immediate thought went to the withered animatronics. Used for spare parts. For a moment you thought it was over. Yet Afton’s creations keep surprising you.
Taking Michael briefly by the arm, you pulled him along. Grip loosening when you nearly reached the security room again. Close to turning the corner. Barely staying a second, dashing immediately to the side.
Shoving Michael with you to the ground in the process. He groaned loud, making you cover his mouth up. “Who’s there?” Reached your ears. You immediately flopped your feet up so they were out of sight. The flash of a light casted just behind you.
Peering into the darkness. Michael quirked up a silly smile. “Avoiding your brother?” He asked in a husky voice. Ignoring his question, you rolled carefully over. Pushing yourself up to your feet. Shoving Michael up against the wall.
Making clear to him to stay quiet, certainly when he found all of this amusing. Michael’s gaze went up to the camera. Seeing it slightly turn. Grabbing a hold of you, he switched positions. Forcing you against the wall, just below the camera. “What are you…?” Words fading out at his cheeky smile.
Swallowing your words by a sudden kiss. Retrieving his lips briefly, he glanced up to the camera. Smirking more before claiming his second round. You slightly pushed him off you. “My brother’s here.” Warning Michael of what kind of slippery ice he was behaving.
Michael breathed out a chuckle. “Exactly.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks to kiss again. Humming against his lips, you surrendered by his charm. Michael’s eyes suddenly widened, feeling a weight on his shoulders. Slowly turning around as your eyes witnessed it as well.
Mike jumped up from his chair from the scream. Shining his light into the darkened hallway. “Y/n?” He called out confused with panic. Panting heavily, shining his light desperately around. “Mike…Mike…” Vanessa’s voice disturbed through the walkie.
“Location? Where are they?” Vanessa’s voice coming through again. Mike grabbed for the walkie. “I heard Y/n. I…I heard her scream.” Hand trembling, holding the walkie. “Mike, they are trying to trick you. Y/n isn’t there.” Vanessa responded. “She’s been missing. Who knows if those bastards lured her here.” Mike’s voice was raging.
Mike’s light shone forwards once more. The fright made him drop the walkie. Staggering back in his chair. Light illuminating on a withered Bonnie. Face torn off. Panting loud, he looked left and right. Gaze settling on the mask tossed between the second chair and the lockers.
“This will never work.” He muttered to himself whilst taking the mask. Slowly he raised it up to his face. Staggered back by how close the withered Bonnie suddenly had become. Hand reaching out over the desk. Remaining silent for a moment till it moved back. Panting loudly, his heart was racing.
Daring to shine his flashlight for another time into the open space. “Y/n? Y/n are you there?” Shouting into the void. “Mike! Location!” Vanessa interrupted with urgency.
Her voice made him snap out of it. Picking up the walkie. Setting himself back at the computer. “Tracking location Foxy now.” He confirmed over the walkie. Glancing from time to time at the open space. Feeling his fingers tighten around the walkie.
Caught between the dilemma of possibly both his sisters. Pressing the speech button, he exhaled briefly before giving her the location to Foxy. Moving on to the next animatronic to track.
Cheeks bloated, feet dangled in the air. Red eyes staring back at you. Withered Freddy slowly opening his jaw. Lights flickering above your head. Sending the corridor in flashes of light and dark.
Michael’s hands tight around the pipe. Slashing down at the animatronic. Calling it out in terror. Wires glitching. Taking a swing at his head.