All We Have Left

Chapter One: Michael's Second Loss

    So this isn't my usual type of fic. This is actually a roleplay that I had almost a year ago now with a very close friend. We met through Wattpad, and I had absolutely no idea how close we would grow. It's funny what can bring two people together. We did quite a few FNAF rps together, and this one in particular stuck out to me, so I decided to post it in honor of our friendship and as a gift to them, especially since we haven't had as much contact recently. They're a fantastic friend and were always very helpful at pointing out errors in the stories I posted haha. So I wanted to do this for them. 

    Anyways, this fic is a different format than usual. In it, I roleplayed as Michael and William, and they were Henry. Each line of dialogue and narration goes back and forth between us, so I tried to format it to display that. Quality won't be amazing throughout, since it isn't a polished story. However, despite it being a roleplay, I think it tells a nice, coherent story, and I enjoy rereading it from time-to-time. Enjoy!
    (One more sidenote: there were one or two more rp sessions before this one, but I don't have the messages. Before this point, Michael just ran off to Henry for the first time, and they bonded and opened up a bit. Okay, I'm done blabbering.)

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    Michael stumbled onto the porch, where he knocked on the door a few times. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he lowered his head and waited.

    Henry glanced to the door from the kitchen, setting down the knife he was using to cut vegetables with. He walked to the door and opened it to see Michael. "Oh, hey Michael! What brings you here?"

    Michael cleared his throat, keeping his eyes glued to his feet. "I...I, um...I just-" He shut his eyes, and his voice grew quieter. "I think something happened."

    Henry's smile dropped, and he let Michael in. "What do you mean, Michael?"

    Mike entered, moving slowly. "I, um, I think...that..." He trailed off, then quickly regained himself. His voice began to quiver. "I don't think Elizabeth's coming home. I think she's-" He stopped.

    Henry began to worry; a sinking feeling in his stomach appeared. "What..." He looked to Michael, noticing how paranoid and worried he looked. "What happened to Elizabeth, Michael?"

    "She...she, uh..." Michael gulped hard and shook his head. He covered his face, bowing forward. "I-I don't know, but she's...I think she's...I just don't know! I don't know!"

    Henry was quickly by Michael's side in fear of him falling to the floor. "It's alright, you don't need to tell me at the moment. Just...I need you to breathe, alright?" He let out a shaky breath, his brain wracking for a way to help Michael. "We'll figure this out, okay?"

    Michael was beginning to tremble and hyperventilate, shaking his head hard. "Y-you...you said things would get better, you said that...that everything would be alright, but...but she's...she's gone, Lizzy is..." His legs folded, and he fell to his knees, choking on a sob. "She's dead. I-I think she's-" He stopped speaking.

    He followed Michael down, quickly wrapping an arm around Michael, his eyes wide. "Oh, Michael...I'm sure she's not...Elizabeth surely can't be dead..." Henry didn't know what to do, Michael's claim that the young girl was dead seemed impossible. "What happened?"