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the smoky air fills y/n’s lungs as she waits for her death. she glances at the masked man next to her. michael , she smiled at him, resting her hand next to his, slowly interlacing their fingers together.
michael flinches at the touch, never being able to get used to affection. even after her and her husband had been together for nearly two decades, his father still got to him. michael believed he was unlovable.
y/n hated william afton, with all of her heart.
she turned to face michael completely, using her free hand to cup his bear mask. tracing her fingers across the mask, y/n gently lifted up the white bear mask.
michael looked horrible. his wig was falling off and started to burn due to the heat, his purple skin was starting to peel off, his face daunt. bright blue irises stared into her own e/c eyes.
“michael…” y/n coughed a bit at the end, smoke and flame filling her body. it hurt to speak, but she had never felt as much peace in a long time.
michael pulled her into his chest, resting his head on hers. they stayed there for a couple of seconds, before y/n pulled away.
“dance with me, will you?” she put her arms around his neck, and after a moment of hesitation, michael’s arms went to her waist.
the flames got higher and higher as the two swayed, y/n slowly humming a tune that would randomly come up in her mind.
“i love you michael, i am so, so in love with you,” salty tears ran down y/n’s cheeks, as she leaned into michael’s face, kissing him on his decayed face.
michael was unable to speak, his body had died a long time ago, and the heat made him speechless. he knew that if he could, droplets would fall from his eyes. unable to verbally comfort his wife, he tightened his hold around her waist.
y/n continued to talk. “remember when we first met? you didn't like me, because i was your little siblings babysitter, even though we were the same age,”
michael remembered that day very well. he had met the love of his life, after all. but unlike what y/n had said, he had never really disliked her.
he was reading some comic book, some x-men comic that had only been released for a couple of weeks, before he had been interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell, and the yell of his father.
“michael! get the door!” he heard from his father’s office.
sighing, he got up and made his way to the front door. expecting it to be uncle henry, who had made frequent visits to his house, discussing plans for a new restaurant animatronic. elizabeth hadn't stopped talking about it for days now, and michael was getting frustrated.
he swung the door open, his eyes widening with surprise when a girl appeared in the doorway.
she had h/l, h/c hair, and pretty e/c eyes. her s/c skin seemed to glow in the hot sun, and she had given him a soft smile. overall, michael thought she was pretty cute.
but what was she doing in his house?
“uhm… are you mister or missus afton?” the girl stumbled over her words a little bit, not enough to be annoying, however.
“nah, ‘ mister afton ’ is in his office, like how he is all day,” michael says bitterly, crossing his arms. the girl stood there awkwardly at the comment, eyebrows slightly furrowed in thought. michael kicked himself in his mind, he had shared too much.
she quickly smiled at him again, and looked directly into his eyes. “hi, i’m y/n l/n,”
y/n stuck her hand out, waiting for him to shake it. michael took her hand, feeling the softness of her skin against his own.
y/n looked at him expectedly, leaving him confused. then it hit him. “oh yeah, uh… i’m michael, michael afton,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, heat rising to his face.
hearing the girl giggle, he relaxed his body at her amusement.
“michael, who’s here?” michael tenses up again at the sound of his father, before looking back at his father coming down the stairs.
“are you mister afton?” y/n asks, headed cocked slightly to the side.
his father puts on his best ‘customer service’ smile, and nods. michael hates it. “you must be y/n l/n, the new babysitter,”
what ? michael thought, glancing between the two interacting.
“yes, i’m assuming you have other children?” y/n gazes into his father's eyes, and michael gets confused.
isn't he old enough to watch over them? they look to be around the same age, does his father not trust him?
michael thinks back to those days as y/n sighs softly. still moving side to side, he recalls when she had asked him out, after staying for dinner when william was out late.
michael had just gotten back from the movie theatre, watching some old throwback with his friends. unlocking the door, he calls out that he's home.
when he hears a small shriek coming from the kitchen, michael rushes down the hall, dashing through the halls. when he reached the kitchen, he blinked in shock.
y/n was standing in the kitchen, elizabeth and evan hanging off her, giggling. michael stared at the scene. y/n was frantically trying to add butter to what he was assuming to be noodles in a pot, before squeezing evan into a hug.
“what's going on here?” he questions, making himself be seen by the group in the kitchen.
“mikey!” elizabeth yelled, jumping down from y/n’s hip, charging towards michael. he stumbled back when she jumped into his arms, the surprise weight causing him to stagger.
michael caught her though, pulling elizabeth up in his arms. elizabeth laughed at his stumbling, then screamed when he pretended to drop her.
“michael!” y/n doesn’t exactly scold, quietly laughing at the two.
“you- you won't do that to me, right y/n?” evan sniffles at y/n, who quickly assured him that she wouldn't.
“ah shit, the pasta!” michael hears y/n hiss under her breath, and looks in the pot. it was burnt, the ends turning a brownish color.
“n/n! the pasta!” elizabeth yells after seeing the failed meal.
michael sets his sister down, and faces his younger siblings.
“how about you guys go set the table, i’ll make- do you want sandwiches or chicken nuggets?” he asks, both of them.
“chicken nuggets… please,” evan mumbles, going to grab his bear. michael nods, and ushers them out of the kitchen.
y/n beams at him, grabbing his hands. “thank you, michael,” he feels his face redden, looking away flustered.
turning his attention to the oven, michael placed the nuggets in, trying to not get burned, when elizabeth ran in. startled, he let out a string of curses when the side of his fingers hit the burning oven.
elizabeth cried out for him. “y/n! y/n, mikey’s injured! you got to help!”
y/n nodded, gently patting the young girl’s head when she walked to michael. “elizabeth, can you go give evan some company, i don't want him to get scared,”
elizabeth nodded and head off. y/n looked at michael, who’s finger was red, tears of pain threatening to make their way down his face.
“oh michael, come over here,” she gestures to him, and he complied, walking over to her. y/n grabbed his wrist, letting a cool trickle of water fall from the sink.
resting his hand under the water, she gazed into michael’s eyes, smiling at him.
“thanks, y/n,” michael slung his unhurt arm around her shoulder, lightly squeezing her in gratitude.
michael watched y/n blank at the action, and grinned at her. y/n looked up at him with wide eyes, fidgeting slightly, before her body language completely changed.
she laughed lightly, before closing the sink and reaching for the lotion. “michael, you know about the new star wars coming out in a couple days?”
of course michael knew about it. it was one of the most anticipated movies of 1983, and he couldn't wait to watch it.
“yeah, what about it?” he asks, watching y/n softly rub lotion onto his burn.
“well… i was thinking,” y/n starts, avoiding eye contact as she continues. “d’ya maybe want to, uhh… come with me? watch it, just the two of us, i mean,”
michael short-circuited at that, freezing completely, before his face heats up. he stares at y/n, and manages to muster up a reply.
“yeah- yeah! that’d be totally amazing- i mean cool!” just great , he’d already fucked it up.
giggling was heard from the halls, both y/n and michael turning to see elizabeth and evan poking their heads out, watching the moment.
the oven beeped, and y/n took out their dinner for the night. she grabbed the condiments from the fridge, while michael grabbed the chips from his pantry.
“lizzie likes her ketchup to the side, evan prefers it drizzled on top of his, the little freak,” michael mumbles the last part, only to be hit on his shoulder by a laughing y/n. “what! it's true!”
y/n only laughs harder, wiping her eyes. she gives his brother and sister their plates, and they head off towards the kitchen.
dinner passed by quickly, and y/n was about to head home. michael had watched her put evan and elizabeth to bed, tucking them in and kissing their foreheads. he wants that, michael decided, smiling serenely.
michael watched as y/n made her way to the front door, slipping her shoes on. she started opening the door when michael held onto her arm. y/n stared at him in confusion.
“uhm… about that movie, is- is it a date? or just two people hanging out-” he starts to ramble on, before getting stopped by laughter.
y/n stepped forwards towards him, and kissed his cheek. “it's a date, michael,” she squeezed the hand holding her arm, before walking out the door to her bike.
michael stood there, dumbfounded. for a moment, he was just frozen in time, before his hand went to cover his face, flustered.
michael twirled y/n around as the flames got hotter, and watched in horror when she collapsed. he knew it was bound to happen, they both had decided their fates. they lived together, so they would die together.
he sat down, holding y/n against his frail body, tightly as if she'd disappear. she had only passed out, michael could feel the faint and fast breathing of his love.
he could almost see y/n slipping away, her soul disappearing. she would make it to whatever came next, heaven, nirvana, elysium, anything.
not like him , michael thought. he deserves to go to hell, he killed his little brother, he hadn't watched over elizabeth, his father told him that they were alike. being evil, bad, every synonym there was could be used to describe himself. william had made sure to ingrain that in his brain.
michael swore his undead heart stopped a second time when he felt y/n slump against him, her breathing stopped. dead, that's what she was. just like everyone in his life, gone and set free. set free from his bad life, his karma.
“michael,” he heard a whisper, and frantically looked down at y/n. she hadn't moved, so michael looked around. he saw her there, the faint outline of y/n, her transparent soul reaching out for him. he found himself reaching back, shifting y/n’s body so that she would still lay still in his arms.
“michael, i’m waiting for you,” michael was disoriented, she couldn't wait for him, he’d be in hell. they wouldn't be together. “i love you, we'll always be together, remember?”
michael thought back to their wedding vows, the line sounding similar. they’d always be together, wouldn't they?
y/n and michal; michael and y/n.
he finally felt peace, and found the world fading, and fading, and fading away, all of it turning black.