Movie Michael afton x FTM reader? Reader is a blogger/paranormal investigator who is researching Freddie’s and him and Michael end up falling for eachother in the process. I have this idea of reader recording Michael and it’s this cute bit hehehe
A/N: Hello! Thank you for being my first request! :) I loved the idea so much, I immediately began writing it. Though disclaimer, i haven't actually watched the 2nd movie yet, so it might be a bit OOC, but worry not! I've done research :) I'll be watching the movie on Tuesday, so fics after that will be more accurate. Anyway, thanks again!!
The first rule of investigating abandoned places at night was to arrive early enough that you could still pretend it was a normal decision.
You were a horror blogger with a niche popularity on the internet. It was a good livelihood, you were able to pursue your passion while having a small, loyal cult following that supported you. They’d been requesting you to investigate the infamous Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria for so long, and although a bit hesitant, you finally decided to bite and give in.
By the time you pulled into the gravel lot, you felt as though the facility looked like it had already decided what it thought of you; it wasn’t impressed.
You grab your camcorder and your EVP recorder, shoving it in your pocket while you made sure your comcorder’s battery was full. After slinging a backpack with your equipment on your shoulder and taking a flashlight out, you got out, turning the camcorder on once you had everything set.
“Testing. One, two—okay.”
You cleared your throat before talking again. A small smile curved your lips. “Hi guys.”You greeted, waving at the camcorder.
You began to walk towards the building, flaying your flashlight around as you talked some more to calm your nerves a bit. “I caved in, I’m exploring this damn pizza place you guys’ve been nonstop bugging me about!” You laughed, wondering if that came off the way you hoped to.
“I gotta admit, this place is sorta fuckin’ creepy…” Your eyebrows furrowed, your small smile widening in an awkward manner while you flashed your flashlight at parts of the building.
You undeniably knew the infamy that surrounded the pizzeria and you were totally sketched out, but this was the kind of thing your supporters loved to consume.
And what’s life without a little risk?
“It’s just— Oh Jesus!” You were cut off when you turned and illuminated a tall man you failed to acknowledge the whole time. It was the night guard. Michael.
You turn the camcorder off, placing your hand with the flashlight on your chest while you try to get the rush of adrenaline out. “Jesus Christ— you scared me—“
“My bad.” Michael smiled, unmoving as he watched you calm yourself down. He had his hands behind his back, his hair was kept, his posture was… unnervingly straight. It felt like he shouldn’t be a night guard at all. Maybe a butler, you thought.
“No it’s— it’s my bad.” You managed to say once your nerves were eased. “You’re early, I appreciate the punctuality.” Michael basically cut you off. “I guess you’re really interested to explore this place.”
“I… guess you can say that.” You raised your camcorder, pointing at it. “I can record you, right? It’s just for my blog.” You turned the device back on, illuminating his face once again, but just enough that he wasn’t blinded by your flashlight.
“Just state your name and role for the blog, please.” You instructed, finally getting a good look at the man.
“I’m Michael, the night guard of this place.” He placed a hand on his chest, his smile widening. His gaze at your camcorder stayed for a while before looking at you. His eyes linger a second longer than necessary, curious, measuring. “Do you always record everything?”
“Only what might kill me later.”
Another smile. Slower this time. “That’s wise.”
You should feel unsettled by that. Instead, you feel… entertained. Which is arguably worse.
“And you’re the sole night guard assigned to the facility?” you ask.
“That’s not very precise.”
He shrugs. “Time works differently here.”
You laugh instinctively, but then stopped when he didn’t. The breeze hummed between the silence, delighted.
‘Note: subject has a dry sense of humor. Or none at all.’ You thought.
“Come on, let’s take this conversation inside. I’ll tour you around.” Michael leads you in the restaurant, and you followed. You, of course, recording your surroundings automatically.
You glanced around at the darkened dining area. “Freaky…” You muttered under your breath. You took the chance to bring out your EVP recorder and turned it on. Instantly, it picked something up. Yep, definitely freaky.
“Have you ever experienced anything… unusual during your shifts?” You decide to ask.
Michael’s gaze were on the animatronics. His expression doesn’t change. “Define unusual.”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the stories. Movement after hours. Sounds. Missing time. Animatronics staring directly into your soul.”
“That last one is just how they’re designed.” He turned the lights on, finally making you pack your flashlight back in your bag.
“Fantastic. Love that.” You pouted.
“And the children’s voices people report hearing?” You ask again.
Michael shrugs. “Residual audio.”
“At three in the morning.”
You felt your eyes practically roll to the back of your head. Strike one. Sketchy place with a sketchy guard. How fun.
You lower yout camera a bit, “You’re very calm about all this.”
You two move deeper into the pizzeria. Michael walked slightly ahead, keys at his belt clinking softly.
“So,” You say, stepping on some abandoned party hats on the floor, “Any restricted areas I should avoid?”
“Yes.” Michael quickly responded.
He glanced back. “You’ll know.”
You move on to another question, “Do they move often?”
You laughed again, then stopped again when he doesn’t.
He tilts his head, still smiling. “Am I?”
Something shifted behind the curtain. You feel it before you see it—a scrape of metal, the whisper of movement.
You stepped closer to Michael without thinking.
He notices. Doesn’t comment.
Protective instinct, or territorial reflex? Hard to tell.
“You ever feel watched?” You ask, quieter now.
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
He meets your gaze. “It would bother me if they stopped.”
Strike two, you think, your heart thudding pleasantly and uncomfortably all at once.
You two continued to explore the place, your guard up astronomically high. Michael opted to take a break on a random hallway you two were on.
Nobody was talking. You were replaying that moment with the curtain earlier over and over in your head while Michael was just… staring at you. He thought you looked attractive, honestly. Easy on the eyes.
You decided to break the silence with another question. “…People online say guards don’t last long here,” you say, leaning on the wall while you looked at the dark hallway you haven’t gone through yet.
“People online say many things.” He answered in a low tone, his eyes shifting on the tiled floor.
“Most of them leave after a week.”
He shrugs. “They weren’t a good fit.”
He shrugged. “Didn’t meet the standards.”
You scoffed, looking up at Michael. “You like it here, don’t you?” You ask.
Michael looked up to meet your eyes. Something electric lingered between your stares. Recognition? Danger? Sometimes those feel identical.
“You can say that,” he corrects.
“I have a purpose. It’s why I’m doing what I do in this place.”
“What a weird purpose you have; guarding animatronics in a haunted restaurant.”
Michael doesn’t argue. It feels like he wants to say something more, but chooses not to.
You finally shut your camcorder off after hours of exploring. You decide to reach for your tumbler inside your backpack filled with coffee and offered Michael some after sipping a few.
“You ever think of leaving?” You decided to ask something personal.
“Did you get everything you wished to get?” Michael asked back, dodging your question while handing your tumbler back to you.
“Well… I guess. A bit anticlimactic, but I think you’re enough to make this story scarier.” You laugh, Michael just smiles wider.
“I don’t.” He answers your question previously. “Like I said, I have a purpose here; business I have to finish.”
“Can I know what that purpose is?”
Michael thinks for a moment, “No. It isn’t for you to know.”
You looked at Michael. He shouldn’t be this charming in your eyes. Not when he looks at you with those eyes and flashes you that smile that taunts you because he knows something you don’t.
There’s something wrong with him. Obviously, glaringly so. But when you look at them, it isn’t hunger or threat. It’s… recognition. Like he’s been alone a very long time and didn’t realize it until now.
You should be scared, and to give it to you, you are scared.
And yet, standing here with him, coffee cooling between you two, you find yourself thinking…absurdly, dangerously…
After chatting a bit more, the exploration winds down and Michael escorted you back to the front entrance.
“Well,” you say, stepping outside into the cool night air, “that was… enlightening.”
“Very,” you reply. “Though I have questions.”
You pause, hand on the doorframe. “I think I’ll need to come back.”
Surprise flashed across Michael’s face. You were… coming back? You wanted to come back and see… him?
You grin. “Same time next week?”
Michael meets your eyes. Behind him, the stage lights flicker once, approving.
The door closes gently. He watched you walk back to your car up until your vehicle was gone from his view.
You were warmer than you should be in a place like this. That’s the problem.
He tells himself it’s curiosity, that you’re just another investigator passing through—but he’s already memorizing the way you tilt your head when you’re thinking, the way your voice lowers when you’re trying not to sound afraid.
And gods help him—he’s already counting down the days for when he finally sees you again.
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