Warnings: cussing
October 5 | Friday | 7:00 AM
The news of the notorious Micheal Afton dating a straight A, theater kid spread around fast. No thanks to Michael telling almost everyone he came in contact with. Y/N should've known this was coming, but it was her fault for not mentioning she wanted to keep things a bit more private.
When she went to school on the monday after their second date, she slowly noticed more and more people looking her way throughout the day. Some eyes were full of jealousy, some other curiosity, mostly confusion. When she asked Michael who he told, all he could do was laugh awkwardly, chuckle and rub the back of his neck, not knowing the exact number.
While most people just looked on from a distance, some people were brave enough to speak up. The most common question that was asked was- "Are you and Michael really dating?" Meant as a genuine question but it always comes off as an insult. Some people, mostly girls, would tell her- "He's only using you to get a good grade, y'know?"
While it was all very discouraging for Y/N, she had Michael right there, confidently reassuring her by saying "They're just jealous that I have such an amazing girlfriend, and they know they can never live up to it." Most times, he'd swing his arm around her and give her a big kiss on the cheek afterwards. His physical affection was growing by the day.
Y/N's goal was just to get through the week. Focus on classes, ignore the stare's, and everything will hopefully calm down a bit by next week. Only one day left until the weekend. Her mother had just dropped off her and Erik off for school. It didn't take Michael too long to find and berate her.
"Good morning my gorgeous girlfriend." He walked up next to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"You are way too energetic." She replied tiredly. She turned to him with a slight smile, "But good morning."
Just then, Malissa Miller, walked by with her posse, scoffing at the two loud enough for them to hear. Michael just glared in disgust. "Bitch" He mumbled. "I don't know why she's scoffing. She's literally in a relationship."
"Whatever." Y/N mumbled, starting to head towards her next class.
Michael was worried that this type of thing would cause Y/N to get fed up with him and break it off. "Hey, I'm sorry." He caught up to her. He wanted to apologize for telling nearly everyone.
"It's not your fault. I just don't understand why people can't mind their own business." She huffed irritably Michael winced slightly, feeling like he contributed to her annoyance.
He still felt at fault because she's taking most of the criticism over something that wasn't her fault. He should've just kept his mouth shut. "So what are you doing over the weekend?"
"Nothing really." She turned over to him. "What about you? Would you want to hang out?"
He sighed, obviously annoyed. "I would love to, but my dad is dragging me to another state to pick up something he bought."
"Well at least you're leaving town for the weekend." She tried to come up with some positives to make him feel better. "That should be fun!"
"Yeah, in the car with my dad for hours. So much fun." He replied sarcastically.Y/N wasn't sure the type of relationship he had with his dad. But she assumed it wasn't so great seeing how he was around his father.
"Well-" She was trying to find the right words to say. "I hope you at least find some sort of entertainment." The five minute warning bell rang, signaling they needed to get to class.
"Me too." He said shortly, knowing he wouldn't.
12:34 PM
Y/N's mother was spending her day off gathering groceries for the next week. It's not something she'd really wanted to do on her day off, but she should save herself the time later, and just do it now.
Making sure to get everything she knew her kids wanted, she headed for the cereal aisle. She knew that they were running out of Y/N's favorite cereal and wanted to make sure she got it for her.
She got to the aisle and walked down it, trying to find the type that Y/N liked. She was so focused on the shelf that she didn't see the man standing there, lightly running her cart into him.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" She quickly apologized to the man. She recognized the man but couldn't put her finger on it.
He moved away from the font of her cart, not wanting the possibility of getting hit again. "It's fine," He put on a fake smile. He put the box of cereal in his basket.
"Oh shoot!" She exclaimed, realizing that the man just took the last box. "My daughter loves that brand."
"My daughter does as well." His tone was slightly defensive, "Her babysitter quit, so I am trying to get her favorite foods to make the drive more bearable."
"Oh well if you need a babysitter, my daughter could do it!" She quickly replied, always looking for opportunities for her kids.
"Well-" He went to voice his concerns, due to only meeting this woman less than five minutes ago.
"Don't worry! My daughter is a straight A student and is great with children!" She chimed in, pressuring the man to accept the offer. "She doesn't have a car but if there was an emergency, I could always drive for whatever reason."
The man thought about it, weighing the options. The one that stuck out most to him was how badly he didn't want to deal with Elizabeth. He was already having to bring Michael to help him and he knew Elizabeth would throw a tantrum the whole time. He really didn't want to deal with it.
"Fine." He stated through gritted teeth.
"Perfect!" She exclaimed happily, pulling out a pen from her purse, ready to write all of the man's information down.
She felt very accomplished as she continued to shop. She knew it was going to be a good opportunity for Y/N, seeing as she hasn't gotten a job yet, and most kids her age already do.
3:04 PM
Y/N and Erik got into the car. Y/N sighed, happy that the week was finally over. Hoping that by next week, everyone would forget or not care about her and Michael being together.
"You okay honey?" Their mother asked her.
"Yeah," She sighed again, not sharing any detail as to why, "I'm just happy it's the weekend. I can finally relax."
Their mom gripped the wheel a bit, knowing that Y/N wouldn't like the news she was about to give. She didn't want her kids to see her questioning her choices so she put on a smile and told her. "Well I actually got you a babysitting job over the weekend!"
"What?" She quickly yelled while Erik snickered at the situation, happy he wasn't the one to have a job forced upon.
"No need to be so dramatic." She looked over at Y/N. "It's a good, easy way to make money. Plus most kids your age already have a job by now."
"Ugh." Y/N groaned, lowering in her seat. "Why don't you ask me before getting me into something. What if I had something this weekend?"
"Well if it was important, I would've known about it." She retorted, Y/N could tell her patience was thinning. "It was short notice but I bet you'll get more money for that!"
"Who am I babysitting for?" She finally questioned. "The neighbors?"
"William Afton. He's the owner of that pizza place we went to." She said it as if it was no big deal.
"Oh my god." Y/N whispered under her breath.
She knew that it was a small town, but the coincidence of her mom somehow getting her to babysit Michael's little sister was kind of funny. But from what Michael has said about her, this will be a very long weekend.
"So you just told this stranger that I'd come over to his house for the weekend?" Y/N stated, obviously peeved. "What if he was some kind of creep and was lying to you?"
"Oh come on sweetheart." Her tone was starting to show signs of annoyance. "I don't think that's the case. If it was, my motherly instincts would've kicked in. Plus I know his name, address and place of work."
Y/N looked at Erik through the rearview mirror, knowing their mom had the motherly instincts of a Harp Seal. "How long is it for?" She finally gave in.
"From five until Sunday afternoon." She pulled into the driveway. "I know there will be enough food for you to feed the girl and yourself but I'll give you some extra money to order pizza."
They all got out of the car. Y/N started heading up to her room to start packing, even though she has another few hours until she has to leave.
"Maybe bring some movies for you two to watch!" Her mom told her from the bottom of the steps. "The easiest babysitting can get is putting something on for them to watch and just leaving them to it!" She advised, remembering when she used to babysit.
Y/N made sure to bring some things she'd think Elizabeth would like, from Michael's description. She was dreading this weekend already and it barely even started. At least she'd get to meet Michael's notorious sister, even though she couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. She wondered if that meant Michael would be there also, though she doubted it as he seemed certain he was going on that trip with his father. Or maybe I'll deal with a miniature version of him. She thought humorously, wondering if his sister was just as troublesome as him. She was just dreading to face their father overall, unsure if he'll recognize her from before.
4:53 PM
Her mom pulled into the driveway of the Afton household. Many questions started to flurry around in her head. What if Elizabeth doesn't like her? Would Michael find it weird that she was staying in her house while he wasn't there? Does he even know it's her babysitting? Is this going to be the worst weekend of her life?
"Now if you need anything just call, you remember the home phone number right?" She asked, wanting to make sure she had everything.
"Of course I do," She grabbed her bag of stuff out of the back of the car. "And if I didn't, I know they have a phonebook."
"Okay, well I left some money in your bag if you guys want to order pizza." She gave Y/N an encouraging smile. "Good luck! Have fun!"
Y/N got out of the car, stopping before closing the door. "I'll try my best. Love you"
"Love you too sweetie!" Y/N shut the car door, heading towards the house. It didn't take any time for her mother to quickly pull out of the driveway and leave.
Y/N grumbled, thinking that her mother could have at least waited until she went inside before leaving. She turned back towards the house, now realizing how creepy it was. It was an old plain looking house, but the thing that made it creepy was how secluded it was. It was about a quarter of a mile to get back to the main road, and even with that, it's a few miles until you get back to a populated area.
With a deep sigh, she walked up to the front door, hesitating before knocking. Slight inaudible yelling could be heard from inside the house, followed by a more clearer "Yeah" that was clearly from a younger girl. Elizabeth.
Small footsteps can be heard running towards the door. A few clicks later and the door opened to a young girl with red hair. Y/N didn't know what to expect she'd look like, but she definitely didn't look like Michael or their father. She guessed that she got most of her looks from her mother. Or maybe she just got the wrong house.
"You're Y/N, right? My babysitter?" The girl asked while keeping the door mostly closed. She peered up at Y/N with her curious green eyes.
"Uh yeah I am." She said unsure.
The girl's attitude immediately changed to a more welcoming one. "Come in then! You have the same name as Michael's girlfriend." She said bluntly, like most children do.
"Oh what a coincidence." Y/N awkwardly commented, now realizing that Michael in fact does not know that she's babysitting. "I guess it could be a common name."
They were both standing awkwardly in the living room, Y/N still clutching onto her bag, just in case she needs to leave for some reason. She felt bad for feeling so awkward and uncomfortable in Michael's home. But it wasn't Michael that caused it, it was his father.
The combination of the rumors surrounding Fredbear's and the one time she met face to face with him made her skin crawl. She wishes she could be mad at her mother but she was just trying to do what she thought was best for her daughter.
The silence between the two was starting to get unbearable. Y/N didn't know what to say or talk about. Thankfully enough, Elizabeth was focused on the kids show on the TV, but it was still awkward for Y/N. She would've been relieved if anyone but William walked in, but it was bound to happen sooner or later, she was taking care of his kid. He laid his suitcase on the ground before walking towards her.
It was obvious that William instantly recognized her from the back alley of Fredbear's. He wondered if Michael somehow orchestrated this, but there was no way he would know Y/N's mother. Michael was the type of boyfriend that girls hid from their parents, and William knew that.
"Your mother said you were a straight A student?" He asked in disbelief. Y/N sharply turned to face him to answer his question.
"Yes I am." She replied, intimidated by his demeanor. "I have my report card." She reached into her bag to search for it. When her mom forced her to bring it, she thought it was insane. At least it came in handy.
William snatched it from her, looking over it carefully. Either she somehow forged her report card, or Michael somehow managed to find a smart friend for once. William just couldn't believe it, he handed the card back to her. "I can help Elizabeth with her homework if need be." She believed that Elizabeth's homework or grades would be the reason he cared about Y/N's grades so much.
William ignored her comment, not caring about that at all. He walked towards the kitchen, before beginning to list off the rules to her. "Michael and I should be back by mid Sunday. I have locked all of the doors of the room's you're not allowed to go into. If they're locked, don't try to get in anyways. There should be enough food for the both of you, if you somehow eat all of it, you'll have to pay for food. You'll be sleeping on the couch, or floor, whichever you prefer. If anything happens, call the number on the fridge, but only call if there's an emergency." He finally finished, mumbling the next part under his breath. "I don't care otherwise."
Y/N only nodded, trying to keep note of everything. William turned towards the hallway before yelling for Michael to hurry up. Michael snapped back in response, in a room nearby.
"Hold on old man, I have to make sure I have everything!" Y/N was surprised that Michael had the guts to yell at his father like that.
Michael rushed to his father with two luggage cases in his hands, obviously too much for this very short trip they were going to be on. It took a bit too long for him to notice that Y/N was in his house, but when he did, he stopped in his tracks with a look of disbelief on his face. She wanted to laugh at how his jaw seemed to drop like a cartoon character from Looney Tunes.
"You're Liz's babysitter?" He asked, still clearly in shock.
William was not paying attention to the conversation between the two, only the amount of things he's bringing. His eyes scanned over to Michael, noticing the two luggages with him. "Michael! You don't need that much stuff. Go put some stuff back. And hurry up, we need to leave now if we want to get to the motel by eleven." His voice was stern and angry. Y/N assumed that Michael was getting on his last nerves even before she had arrived.
Michael looked down at his bags, debating which bag to take back to his room. "Y/N you can sleep in my room, if you'd want!" He offered in a hopeful tone Typically, knowing that babysitters take the couch, but he was willing to bend the rules especially for her. "If you follow me I can show you around."
"Well only if Mr. Afton is okay with it." She politely responded, turning towards him.
William opened his mouth to respond but was quickly cut off by Michael. "Why wouldn't he be?" He answered for his father as if he wasn't right there.
"Fine," William replied through gritted teeth. "Just be quick."
Y/N followed Michael down the hall. With his hands full it was hard for him to open the door, so Y/N got it for him. She thought that Michael's room would've been one of the ones that was off limits and was surprised that it wasn't.
The room looked like any teen boys would, and smelled like it too. Clothes were thrown everywhere, most likely from him packing. She felt like she shouldn't be in there and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as Michael threw his two luggage cases on the bed and opened them both to see how he could consolidate it all into one.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were the one watching Liz?" He asked, trying to strategically stuff everything into one case.
"Because I didn't know until I got in the car with my mom." She finally laid her stuff down on the carpet, still standing in the same spot. She watched as Michael huffed aloud and forced all the clothes into one case and managed to push the luggage down so he could zip it up."She somehow got this job for me today."
Once he finally figured it all out, he leaned on his case to make sure it shuts all the way. He then turned to her, leaving his suitcase on the bed. "Well I'm glad that I'm able to at least have a few seconds of alone time with you." He walked up to her, his hands drifted over towards her hips, gently pulling her closer to him.
She was very startled by his sudden closeness. She's now realizing that this is the first time that they were alone, not in public or the car. Even though William and Elizabeth were down the hall, it seemed like they were going to be staying there.
She could tell with the way Michael was looking at her that he wanted to kiss her, but was trying to find any signs that she felt the same way too. She put her hands up on his chest, trying to create some sort of border between the two of them.
"What should I know about Elizabeth before spending the next two days with her?" She desperately tried to change the subject. She was nervous from his sudden move, but didn't want him to take offense to her moving away.
Michael immediately backed off, sitting down on his bed. His gaze shifted from a loving one to a more darkened look. "If you don't want trouble, give her everything she wants." His tone changed to a more serious one.
"Oh lovely-" She realized that this weekend was going to be hell.
"Michael!" They both heard the scream from down the hall.
Michael didn't even bother in responding to his father. "Well you have free range of my room. Just-" He paused, getting up and kicking some of the clothes on the ground into a pile. "Ignore the clothes everywhere."
"Alright, we'll have a safe trip." She silently wished him luck, especially with those hours in the same car as his dad.
He walked over to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek like normal. "I'll try. No promises with my father driving." He joked, giving her a soft smile afterwards.
Michael grabbed the suitcase off the bed and headed towards the door. Y/N followed but grabbed his arm before they left the room. He turned back to her in confusion before she quickly gave him a peck on the cheek. She said nothing else, but her face heated up in embarrassment.
He went from a surprised expression to a cocky grin real quick. He walked out of the room with a new found confidence, strutting down the hall with one suitcase now. William looked beyond upset at how long it took. He didn't even say a word to Michael, only grabbed his luggage and walked out the door.
Elizabeth got off the couch to follow her father out the door, going to wish him goodbye. She stopped in front of Y/N and Michael, looking at their faces. "You guys are gross." She commented before walking out. Y/N and Michael exchanged a glance at this comment.
The two of them also walked outside, Michael went to go put his suitcase in the trunk while Y/N stayed on the porch. Elizabeth hugged her father goodbye. She started walking back towards Y/N before Michael jokingly whined out to her. "Not one for me?"His comment was met with an ugly glare from Elizabeth across the driveway.
The two watched from the porch as they drove away from the house, Y/N giving a polite wave. The second the car was out of sight, Elizabeth turned to her.. "So how did my dumb brother end up with someone like you?" She blurted out.
Y/N awkwardly chuckled, not knowing how to respond. "What do you mean by that?" She walked back into the house with Elizabeth following behind her.
"Someone smart!" She stated like it was obvious. Once they walked into the house, Y/N closed and locked the door. Elizabeth still stuck to her side like a thorn. "How did someone failing highschool get with someone who has all As."
"Oh well-" She still didn't know how to answer the question. "I guess it's his persistence?" She said with uncertainty.
Elizabeth laughed at how Michael's 'persistence' could be seen as anything other than annoying. "He makes you do his homework huh?"
"No he doesn't." Y/N was quick to defend him. "Yes I help him with it but he does it for the most part."
"Uh huh." Elizabeth replied, knowing that isn't the case. Elizabeth plopped down onto the couch while Y/N stayed standing next to the TV.
Michael told Y/N a lot about Elizabeth's sass, but experiencing it first hand was a different story. She was surprised about it, especially with how young Elizabeth is. "Do you really think he's only with me for my smarts?"
Y/N was slightly scared of the answer to that question. Elizabeth is his sister. They've known each other for so long. So of course she knows him better, and would know if he was just using a person.
"No." She said shortly. "But it definitely is a good benefit."
Y/N inwardly sighed in relief. "Well that's good at least." She awkwardly replied, not knowing what else to say or do. Elizabeth seemed pretty interested in the random kids show that was on.
"Have you eaten dinner yet?" She asked, thinking that it was the next best course of action.
Elizabeth kept her eyes on the TV, focused on her show. "No."
"Do you want me to cook something?" She asked, heading to the kitchen that was right next to the living room. She wanted to see what all there was for her to cook. "Or I can just order us some pizza."
She perked up at the suggestion, turning her full attention to Y/N. "Pizza. As long as it's not Fredbear's, I am sick of their pizza." Her nose scrunched up at the thought of Fredbears pizza.
"Do they even deliver?" Y/N was pretty sure they didn't but since Mr. Afton owns it, she might have known something Y/N didn't.
"No, but if you called and told them it was for me-" She stated very privileged-like. "They would have someone come and bring it. It would be free too."
"Free pizza? Why would I pass up that chance?" Y/N joked.
"No, I don't want it!" Elizabeth whined loudly, it was almost a shout. It nearly pierced Y/N's ears at first and she winced.
Y/N was startled by it. From how smoothly everything was going, she almost forgot about all the horror stories Michael has told. "I was only kidding..." She tried to defuse the situation before it got worse, like it always does with Michael. But in Elizabeth's defense, Michael does antagonize her. "How about Sun's Pizza? I've had it a few times, they're pretty good!"
"If you say so." Elizabeth turned back to her show. "I've never really had any other pizza than daddy's. He always says 'Why would I buy pizza when we can just make it for free.'" She mimicked in her best William impression.
Y/N chuckled at her impression. It was very on point. "Alright, I'll call and order it then." She grabbed the phonebook to find the number. "What toppings do you want? I'll just have whatever you have."
"Just cheese." Elizabeth replied, her eyes seemed to light up at being able to choose what she wanted.
Y/N finished typing the number into the phone to order the pizza for them. "Alright, and what's the address?" The worker, who was a bit too preppy for someone working on a friday night, asked.
Y/N realized she didn't know the address since it was just her mom that drove her here. "Uh hold on." She gently let the phone hang by its cord off the wall while she went for the fridge, remembering seeing some sort of envelope being held up by a magnet.
She ran back to the phone, giving the pizza place the address. The worker gave her the estimated time of delivery and total. Y/N thanked the worker and hung up. "They'll be here in about forty-five minutes." Y/N informed Elizabeth.
A simple "Okay" is all she got back.
Since Y/N had some time to spare, she thought that it would be the perfect time to get her homework out of the way. She grabbed her bag out of the living room, bringing it to the kitchen. She set herself up on the kitchen table and started getting to work.
"Hey Elizabeth?" She asked to get her attention. "Do you have, or need any help with your homework?"
Elizabeth scoffed as if she had just been insulted. "I don't need help with homework. I'm not stupid like Michael." Her cockiness had surprised Y/N, but she simply shrugged it off.
"Alright then..." She went back to work. The mood swings with Elizabeth were hard to predict. She can see how Elizabeth's constantly changing mood and Michael's ignorance can cause them to clash a lot.
6:11 PM
She finished her homework just in time for the ringing of the doorbell. She quickly grabbed the cash her mother had given her. She opened the door to the delivery man, handing him the cash in exchange for the pizza.
She closed the door, making sure to lock it before heading to the kitchen. Elizabeth was already up and getting plates for the two of them. She placed the pizza box down on the counter. "I don't know how your family does dinner, but we eat in the living room and watch a movie. Or you can continue watching your show if you would prefer." She quickly added that last sentence to avoid any possible outburst from her.
"My show already ended." She stared blankly, grabbing the biggest slice.
Y/N took that as her saying yes to a movie. She went over to her bag grabbing out the movies for her. "I brought these with me, but now I'm realizing that some of these might be a bit too mature for you... But I have Grease, Jaws, Sta-"
Elizabeth immediately spotted the one she wanted to watch. "Grease." Is all she said before walking into the living room, waiting for Y/N to follow with the tape.
Y/N put the other movies back and grabbed her plate of pizza. She kneeled in front of the VHS player, putting her plate on the floor before opening the VHS tape's case. She took the tape out and put it into the player. Elizabeth already had the remote, ready to start the movie.
Y/N decided to stay on the floor, but she scooted back towards the couch so she wasn't so close to the TV.
"Michael loves this movie." She told Y/N, knowing that it would embarrass Michael. "You didn't hear that from me though."
"Really?" Y/N asked, turning back towards Elizabeth, mouth full of pizza.
Elizabeth looked at her disgustedly for talking with a full mouth. "Yes. But he'll pretend like he hates it." Y/N laughed, imagining exactly how he'd react. "It always starts with 'You're watching this shit again?'." Y/N nearly choked on her food at his lack of filter around Elizabeth.
Y/N swallowed her food before scolding Elizabeth. "Hey, language."
"I'm just quoting Michael."She defended herself. "And then he'll sit down and watch the whole thing. I've also heard him singing Hopelessly Devoted in the shower a few times."
Y/N laughed, wishing she would be able to hear that some day. "Now that I'm thinking about it, Danny Zuko and Michael have a lot of similarities."
"Ewww!" Elizabeth exclaimed in disgust. "Don't compare them!"
Y/N only chuckled in response. She turned back towards the TV as the movie started to play.
8:07
By the time that the movie was over, Elizabeth had fallen asleep. Y/N had to lightly shake her to wake her up. When her eyes sluggishly opened, Y/N whispered softly to her, "Hey the movie's over. You should go to your bedroom." She must have been sleeping deeply because she slowly got off the couch and made her way to her room without complaining.
Y/N went to clean up everything, wash the plates and find a place in the fridge for the leftover pizza. She picked up her homework supplies and put them back in her bag. She made sure that there was nothing else in the kitchen or living room that needed to be put back in the proper spot.
She headed down the hall towards Michael's room. She had forgotten the mess Michael left behind. One suitcase full of clothes open on the bed, and even more strewn all over the floor. She felt awkward being in his room, especially without him there. She felt like he was invading his space even though she knew he didn't care.
She wasn't tired and didn't really have anything else to do, so she thought to clean up his room for him. She knew she was going to be bored out of her mind if she didn't have something to do.
As she started cleaning, she had a realization that not everything might be clean. Disgusted at the thought, all she could do was hope and pray that it was. Putting all of his clothes in the drawers and closed made the room look a lot better and spacious.
Once she was done, she closed the now empty suitcase and put it in his closet. She didn't know if it went there or not, but just wanted to put it away somewhere. While cleaning some things up along the desk, she noticed a few cassette tapes of ABBA laying around. She smiled softly as she remembered their listening session to ABBA in the car together. She went back to her bag, bringing out her own pillow and blanket that she was expecting to use on the couch. Having something familiar would help her sleep.
She was getting ready for bed, she noticed a small teddy bear on his bed. She grabbed the bear, admiring how worn down it was. Michael must have had this and slept with it since he was a young kid. She found it cute.
She placed the teddy bear back down in its spot, settling down into the bed. The sheets smelled like Michael, whether that was for better or for worse, but also had the strong smell of cigarette smoke. She was just hoping that it won't stick to her and her mother starts questioning why she smells like she's been smoking.
The pillow was uncomfortable. She tried to position it in a different way but her hand brushed against something that wasn't fabric. She pulled it out, wondering what it was. She could tell it was a magazine but nothing else in the darkness of the room. She leaned over to turn the lamp on.
Once her eyes adjusted she was met with boobs barely covered on the front of a playboy magazine. It took her a minute to process everything, but the second she did, she loosened her grip and held it with only the tips of her pointer finger and thumb, keeping it far away from her. Her nose scrunched up, trying her hardest not to imagine what reasons Michael could have this for.
She quickly got up from the bed and headed for the closet. Swiftly chucking it in and slamming the door shut. She looked down at her hands in disgust, then the pillow it was laying under as well. She grabbed it, throwing it in the closet with the magazine.
Leaving the room, she looked for the bathroom. Just now realizing that she doesn't know which door led to the bathroom. She started going down the hall, trying to open the doors, all locked, even Elizabeth's. There were only a few doors in the hallway but surprisingly all of them were not the bathroom.
Sure of the next one being the bathroom, she grabbed the doorknob and this time it actually opened. Expecting the bathroom, she was met with a dark stairwell. It was very eerie, but what basement wasn't? She looked down into the dark abyss, wondering if the bathroom was down there. There was one more door to check so she thought to look at that one before taking a risk with the basement.
Opening the last door she was met with a small bathroom. She sighed in relief and walked in to wash her hands. It was weird that all doors except that one were locked. Mr. Afton must have left it unlocked by accident. Or maybe there was extra supplies down there that might be needed. Either way, she wasn't going to go down there unless Elizabeth needed something.
After drying her hands, she walked back to the room. She looked back at the closet door, a shiver running up her spine. She really shouldn't be so surprised, yet she was. Maybe she was more surprised by the fact that he keeps it under his pillow of all places.
She decided to lay her pillow at the foot of the bed, not wanting to put her pillow or head near where that thing was laying. As she drifted off to sleep she started to think about the next few days here. She thinks that Elizabeth likes her. She knows Elizabeth likes her more than Michael, but was that really saying something? She was hoping that they could become somewhat friends.
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HEY YALL!!! So sorry this took so long! I have had absolutely no motivation to write these past couple of months. I cope by writing but I've been doing very well in life so I've had nothing to cope for- But yalls comments is what got me through this. Every time I got a little notification it would help motivate me to write! Whether I was only able to write a few words or paragraphs, every small comment was helpful and I appreciate you all <33333.
As for when the next chapter is coming out.... IDK LMAO, I just changed the plan I have had for some time (specifically the next chapter) so I have to have time to come up with all the events happening in that one. I also really need to give some love to my other fic </3 especially since I have been working on that for almost 4 years now and its barely halfway done... But I also have a lower standard for that one.
You should join the discord because I want more of my Michael lovers in there (its overrun by dottore stans /lovingly) and it's a good way to see where I am at on the chapter or to just talk with some pretty chill people! JOIN THE DISCORD!! (Link in quotev and wattpad bio) or here:
Love you all, thank you so much for the support it really does help <3