(DISCONTINUED) Crying Child / Mike Afton x Reader

Him (prologue)

"Mommmmmm, are we theeerrreee yetttt?" I whined, hugging my fluffy goat plushie and pressing my cheek against the cold window of the family car.

"Quit whining." My older brother, Honk Friend, snapped at me.

Well.

His name is Jack, but I call him Honk Friend.

"Almost, sweetie," my mom said from the front of the car.

I was SUPER exited to be moving to Hurricane. It seems much less boring than my old small town in Washington. PLUS, they had a SUPER creepy pizza place with a BUNCH of rumors about it.

I closed my eyes, and waited patiently to get there.

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My mom dusted off her hands, then glanced at the oven clock. "Oh my god, it's dinner time. I don't have enough energy to make some fancy dinner tonight, how about we go to Fredbear's Family Diner?"

"Okaaaaay!" Me and Honk Friend cheered. We drove over to the diner, and I was the first to get out of the car. It was a decent place, but there was a really spooky tree that almost looked like it had a face. I shivered and ran into the diner, where I collided headfirst with a tall, black-haired boy.

"Watch where you're going, kid." He snapped. I looked at his face and saw that he was wearing a fox mask covering grey-blue eyes.

"R-right, uh, sorry." The black-haired boy took a step closer to me.

"Sorry. Isn't. Good. Enough." I whimpered involuntarily.

"Zane, let's just eat. Do you really have to terrorize 10 year olds?" said a blonde boy, wearing a duck mask, behind him.

Zane rolled his eyes and ran off with his friends.

"Hey, Y/N, Mom wants to know what kind of pizza you want." Honk Friend said behind me.

"[Favorite pizza]." I said absentmindedly. I was looking at the closet the boy named Zane was standing in front of before I ran into him.

It wasn't a closet, it said.. 'Parts and Service.' I tried to open the door, it was locked. I put my ear close to the door and to my surprise, heard someone crying. I ran up to the counter.

"Um! I, uh, think there's someone in the Parts and Service Room!" I said anxiously to the chef. He looked shocked, then ran over to it and got out a pair of keys.

I stood next to him, watching anxiously as he clicks the lock and opens the door to a misty room filled with animatronic suits and parts.

A boy about my age, with hair a chocolatey shade of brown as Mike and eyes a bit darker blue, was sitting in a corner, crying and hugging a little plushie of the yellow bear I saw onstage. I ran over to him.

"Are you okay? Who locked you in here? Where's your mom or dad?"

The boy sniffles and wipes away his tears. "I-I'm fine, I-it's jut really scary i-in here... my big brother Zane locked me in here.. my dad is over there...." He points to a brown-haired man who looks to be about 40, wearing a purple jacket and brown pants. He was a bit overweight, with a pleasant face.

"Come on, I'll help you up!" I offered a hand to the boy, and he took it, still a bit tearful and still clutching that teddy bear. I walked over to the man he said was his father.

"Uh, hello, Mr! I think your son got locked in the parts and service room by his older brother...." the crying boy's dad looked quite surprised.

"It's Mr. Afton. And... Mike, are you okay?!" He hugged his son and examined him for injuries. (See? See?! SEE?! William doesn't always have to be a heartless perverted murderer. He also is a caring father.)

"Zane didn't hurt me, dad.. he just locked me in that scary room. I didn't touch any of the suits, just like you told me to." Mr. Afton smiled and ruffled his son's hair.

"Okay. I have some stuff to talk about with Mr. Emily, so.. Ms..?"

It took me a few moments to realize he meant me. "Y/N." I said.

"Okay, well, Ms. Y/N (sorry to all the people named Emily) can I trust you to keep an eye on Mike?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir!"

Mr. Afton smiled, revealing almost unsettlingly white teeth. "Right then. Mike, you know where to find me."

"Yep!" Mike said, nodding.

To b3 continu3d

th3 photo at the top is Mik3's dad.