#michael x willow

[jediporgs]

It's nice. You used to be so nice...I liked when you were my friend.

I liked it, too.

Michael & Willow | August 10th, 2026

[jediporgs]

Taylor Swift’s imgonnagetyouback is such a Michael x Willow song

[g0ttal0ve101]

Willow’s Birthday

Note: Happy birthday bbg!!@billys-bbg owns Willow but I am. the co-ceo of willomike. Willomike Nation STAND UP FOR THIS!! no tw! :3

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October 15th, 1976.

12:25 PM.

Fredbear’s Family Diner.

Willow could remember the first time she went to Fredbear’s Family Diner. It was for her fifth birthday in mid-October, in which her father had brought her and her older brother as a cheap birthday gift. It was cold outside, leaves littering the ground everywhere one looked, but inside the establishment felt like the warmest place on Earth. Bright colors flickering and shining down upon the children playing, the smell of fried food, and gentle music ringing throughout the speakers. Willow was in love the moment she stepped inside. She wanted to run around with all the other children, visit Fredbear and Bonbun, and eat some food that would warm her stomach. Her father, however, had other ideas.

“Sit in this booth until I come back.” He demanded his two children, ages nine and eleven. Taking off his heavy jacket and laying it across the table with his keys, he went off to presumably get some pizza.

Willow bobbed her head back and forth in excitement. Her white hair was tangled and strewed across her face as a result of having no one teach her how to brush it, humming carelessly while looking around. Her older brother, Lucas, resented that about her. How could she be so carefree despite how their father treated her? It was like all those gestures flew over her head. Stupid, she must be.

“I’m going to see Fredbear.” Lucas proclaimed and got up from the booth, his nose stuck up in the air as if he were talking to some sort of peasant. “If you tell on me, I’ll beat you up, got it?”

The little girl blinked a few times in awe before nodding frantically. She didn’t want to get beat up by her brother again. He was easy on her since she was a girl, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Her father always defended him by saying that boys like to play rough and she needed to toughen up. She just turned nine, though. That was a bit too early to toughen up.

So there she sat in an empty booth alone on her birthday. Her crystal blue eyes locked onto the groups of children skipping across the diner’s floor while holding cool prizes and candies from the gift shop, some wearing a birthday hat to show off that today was their day. Willow touched the top of her head with a frown. She wished she could have a pretty hat like that. Maybe then she’d get more attention from her father.

“Ahem.”

Willow flattened out her dress - which happened to be her favorite - and turned back to the table. She hadn’t noticed the little boy standing beside her until he tapped her shoulder harshly. She gasped at the sudden touch.

“Ahem!” He huffed again, putting his hands on his hips sassily. His sapphire irises burned holes into her skull as his frizzy brunette hair dusted his nose, scrapes and bruises decorated across his face. As he opened his mouth to speak, Willow noticed tons of his baby teeth were missing, leaving him with a crooked smile. “Why does your hair look like that?”

Heat arose to her cheeks creating a rosy hue against her skin. She disliked her hair greatly. It reminded her of how different she was compared to the rest of her family. Hearing this pointed out again, she wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back. The boy continued to scowl at her until she answered.

“I…” Willow murmured nervously, fiddling with the bow on her light blue dress. The little boy watched her fingers wiggle around. “I got it from my mama.”

Mama. Something in his eyes changed when hearing that phrase muttered out. His eyebrows loosened up and his eyes became softer, in which Willow had no idea as to why. For some reason, he blushed a tad bit and turned away.

“Can I touch it?” He asked, curious to what white hair felt like. It was a silly thing to ask but Willow took it very seriously.

She hesitated before scooting closer to the boy, scanning the area for Lucas or her father. “Daddy says I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, but…yeah, sure.”

His hand reached for her hair, revealing the bandages wrapped around almost every finger. Willow wondered if he was like his brother and played rough. Or maybe he was like herself and got beat up a lot. She hoped it wasn’t the ladder. Gently, he stroked her head and touched her soft hair, almost mesmerized by its texture. Willow thought it was cute.

“I like it.” He declared after a while, giving her that cheeky smile again. “Wanna play pirates together?”

Willow almost jumped out of her skin. She had never gotten an invitation from someone to play. She was so ecstatic that she nearly forgot the task at hand - She had to stay at the booth until her father came back. Her smile dropped from the realization.

“Daddy said I have to stay here until he comes back.” She sighed, averting her gaze from the boy now that she had little hope that she’d be able to play. “I don’t wanna make him mad.”

He knew how that felt all too well. Fixing the eyepatch on his eye and letting out a little whine, he turned to see where his other friends were located. As he would’ve guessed, they were still searching for him in the play area. Pirate hide-and-seek was his favorite game, even when he got yelled at for hiding underneath people’s tables and bothering them. That sparked an idea in his head.

Getting on his knees, he lifted the table cloth and his underneath the table, snickering to himself. Willow’s shoes had flowers on them. He touched one to see what it felt like.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

“Hiding. The other pirates are looking for me. Don’t tell them I’m here!” His little voice whispered as he used his imagination to picture hiding in a princess’s domain. None of his scallywag friends would be able to find him here. He was too sly for their tricks.

Willow giggled. He was most definitely cute. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Captain Death!” He snickered, pulling his fake sword out from the plastic sheath strapped around his waist. Even if it was made out of cheap plastic, he thought it was the coolest thing in the world. “I kill tons of things. Pirates, sharks, even mermaids for their gems! Mhm, I’m the coolest pirate ever. No one can ever beat me.”

“What’s your real name?” She huffed playfully, folding her arms against her chest.

Knowing the gig was up, he rolled his eyes and dragged out his lame name. “…Michael Afton.”

Before she could respond, the conversation was interrupted by her father coming back and dropping some drinks on the table. He had a crazed glint of rage in his eye that Willow could only hope didn’t get released onto her. Seeing she was the only one there, however, it was more than likely her time.

“Where did your brother go? Didn’t I tell you to stay here until I got back?” He snapped. Willow shrugged and scooted away, hoping that he would let it go. Instead, he kept bitching. “Fuck. Go find him and make sure he’s okay. I’m gonna talk to my friend.” He grabbed a drink and stormed off, presumably pursuing another lady to bring home. Willow hated it when he did that. Adults were gross.

Jumping from the shadows, Michael stuck his sword in the air and let out an adorable battle cry. Willow was confused as to why he did this before seeing another child in a pirate costume ready to attack. She jumped off the cushioned seat and watched the two fight with plastic swords, believing it was the most epic battle she’d ever seen. Meanwhile, everyone else thought it was quite pathetic and noisy.

“You won’t take my gems this time, germ!” Michael tried to slice him with the sword, only for it to be blocked by the other blade.

The blonde child cried, “My name isn’t germ! It’s Jeremy!” Before poking at his belly with the tip of his sword. Michael groaned and fell on his bum, pretending to have gotten wounded.

“NOOOO! YOU WON’T TAKE MY GEMS, NEVERRRR!” He wailed, hiding the small bag full of Fredbear tokens from the gift shop. That must be the gems he spoke of all this time. “I’D RATHER DIEEEE!”

“Wait, pause! Is the girl playing too?” He asked, pointing at Willow.

Both pairs of eyes fell onto her. She blushed and fiddled with the ends of her dress. Michael jumped to his feet and slid his sword back into its sheath, knowing better than to scare a girl with his weaponry. No good captain did that and he was the best one out there. “You wanna play?”

Willow giggled timidly. “I dunno how to be a pirate…it seems sorta scary.”

The boys exchange glances. And before she knew it, Michael was handing her ‘gems’ and digging through his pant pockets. He pulled out a cardboard crown that birthday girls wore around the diner, placing it onto her head with a huge smile. “You’ll be a princess then and I’ll rescue you!”

“Eww, are you gonna marry her?” Jeremy snickered, placing his tiny plump hand against his mouth. “Michael’s got girl cootiessss!”

Blush exploded onto Michael’s face. He kicked him in the nuts and then shoved him to the ground, letting his temper control him as per usual. Willow watched in horror as the little boy sobbed. She hadn’t expected him to be so mean.

“Crybaby! Deal with it!” Michael’s British accent was crystal clear when degrading his friend. Dusting himself off, he continued with his explanation as if nothing happened. “Anyway, I’ll show you around before we start playing. Come on!”

Willow shuddered. Could he lose his temper with her too?

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October 15th, 1976.

1:08 PM.

Fredbear’s Family Diner.

After a thorough tour of the diner’s layout the two children stood in front of a huge metal door. “Employees Only,” the sign read in red pint, signifying they shouldn’t enter. Willow had no intention to do so, assuming they would finally start the game after investigating each room, but Michael seemed to be glued to the door. Puzzled, she stood with him.

“C’mon! This is my secret hide-out!” Michael hummed, pulling on the door handle and pushing it open.

Willow stood like a deer in headlights. Her father would kill her if she were to get in trouble with faculty members. She’d rather stay and play in the arcade. However, scared to disappoint her newly found friend, she followed him inside the dark room. The door slammed shut behind them.

“Mikey, are we allowed in here?” She shuddered, grasping onto his arm instinctively. He felt like a million bucks when realizing she depended on him to protect her.

Grinning ear to ear, he thought it would be funny to tease her. “Nope! There’s tons of boobytraps and stuff. If we set one off, we’ll probably die.”

“What?!”

“Haha, I’m kidding!” Michael chuckled. Scaring people was his specialty. “My dad owns the restaurant so I can basically do whatever I want. I come back here all the time when he’s working evening shifts and watch him do maintenance on the animatronics. It’s kinda freaky.”

Turning the light on, the bulb flickered a few times. Then, Willow saw them. Endoskeletons, costumes, props, all sorts of things. She shuddered when realizing that this is what Fredbear and Bonbun look like on the inside. It was almost impossible to believe. They looked so friendly and now…

Grabbing a mask from the counter, Michael shoved his head inside and started to mock the golden bear outside. “Hiya, kids! I’m Fredbearrrr!” He sang. Willow nervously laughed. She knew he was only trying to be funny, but she couldn’t help but feel wrong being here. Noticing this, Michael wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “What? You scared?”

“No, I just…” Willow stammered on her words, flattening out her dress again. “I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“You won’t. If anything, I will. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“I guess you’re right.”

Silence for a moment or two. Then, Michael sprung back into conversation when pulling off the mask. “So, how old are you turning?” He hummed, guessing that she was the one her family was there for.

The question hit Willow like a brick. She had temporarily forgotten in the few seconds he asked her, amazed that someone would actually care. “Nine.”

“Cool, now you’ll be the same age as me!” Michael gushed with a toothy grin. “Do you come here a lot for your birthday?”

Willow shook her head. “No, this is my first time.” Now on the topic, Willow came to the realization that this could possibly be the last time she ever saw Michael. Considering her father would most likely never bring them there again, she could lose her first and only friend the same day she met him. The thought brought a cloud of sadness to hang over her.

Michael could tell just from looking at her face. He’d made many friends here before, only for them to never come back. It was painful, to say the least, considering he was there every single day when his father worked. He’d work so hard to make a friend only to have to start over the next day. The cycle was practically endless.

“Well, do you like it here?” He asked, his smile weakening. She nodded. “Then promise me you’ll come back one day, okay?” Blush erupted on his face. It was painfully obvious he had a huge crush on her. Little did he know that she felt the same way about him. “O-Or whatever. Don’t, I guess.”

“I will, Michael. I promise.” Willow hummed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She was pleasantly surprised whenever he silently embraced her back.

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October 14th, 1983.

11:45 PM.

The Parker Residence.

Pulling into the parking lot of her new job, Willow let out a shaky sigh of nervousness. She was anxious to be meeting up with Michael again, knowing that if her father caught her sneaking out again, there would be hell to pay. She was surprised he hadn’t caught on yet - Especially since she at least did it every Friday.

She got out of her brother’s beat up car and locked it twice, zipping her jacket up to protect herself from the harsh wind that blew through her freshly combed hair. Great. Now she’d look awful for their date night. Could it even be called that? She was unsure. All she knew was that there were moments where she knew Michael was the one for her and how often she pictured a future with him. She had a feeling he felt the same way too. However, they never declared they were officially dating. They just stopped going out with other people and devoted all their time to each other’s friendship. It was a complicated situation especially with Michael’s emotion management issues.

Upon entering the building, she felt warmth. Not only physical warmth, but spiritual as well. She could vividly remember her first day working at this restaurant. The old music still playing through the speakers, the scent of fried food hitting her like a bullet, the sound of children’s laughter, all of it. She couldn’t help but smile when picturing the little children having the best time of their lives playing. If only she could turn back to those days.

Sitting at the reception desk was Michael himself, messing with a toy he stole from the prize counter. When seeing her, he shot up from the seat and straightened his posture.

“Hey,” his voice was low, almost seductive.

“Hey,” she replied with a pretty smile. He couldn’t get used to how beautiful she was no matter how hard he tried. “Sorry if I’m a little late, I had to make sure my dad fell asleep.”

Michael let out a hoarse laugh. “No, no, you aren’t late. I’m the one who called you up all of a sudden and asked you to be down here.”

They both laughed for a few seconds before falling silent again. The tension between them was visible to even a blind man. Willow gazed into his eyes and let out a dreamy sigh, meeting him behind the counter. “So, what do you wanna do?”

“It’s whatever. I mostly just wanted to see you.” Michael dodged her eyes, knowing damn well he would get lost in them and embarrass himself. “Father’s actually home tonight so I don’t have to babysit any kids.”

Willow grabbed the small Bonbun plush off the desk and fiddled with its ears, leaning against the surface while grinning. “I wouldn’t mind helping you babysit them, Mikey. All you have to do is call.”

He blushed, imagining what it would be like to have her visit his house sometimes. She went over briefly to come pick him up before, but never stayed long. William disliked having company. “I don’t wanna bother you, is all…”

“Drop it.”

“What?”

“The American accent,” Willow hummed, “I want you to drop it! We’re all alone, you don’t gotta do it.”

Now she was hitting him with that? Michael felt his face heating up more and more by the second. “Okay. Cheerio, cheerio!” He forced a heavy accent out, only to watch the girl burst into laughter. Her laugh was so pretty. “Here, c’mon. I have a surprise for you.”

The two teens marched into the dining hall, where Fredbear and Bonbun sat for the night. Willow was quite used to seeing them out of commission, but it still freaked her out a tad bit. Their eyes were so dull, so lifeless. It was unnerving to see. Michael, on the other hand, thought it was incredibly funny to jump up on stage and start touching on them.

“Hiya, I’m Fredbear! Har, har, har, har, har!” He mocked the animatronic just as he did as a child, grabbing its arm and moving it up and down. “I think I see a birthday girl right over there! Let’s sing for her, everyone!”

Willow scoffed, examining his attractive face while he made a fool of himself. He was so handsome when he was having fun. She wished he could be more carefree like this than being bitter the majority of the time. It made his eyes pop out when he smiled.

Oddly enough, the music started up for its nightly maintenance. Michael jumped down and placed a pink cardboard crown on her head that he found in the prize shop earlier that evening. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Willow, happy birthday to you!” Blushing profusely from his performance, she clapped and he gave a bow. “Thank you, young lady, thank you.”

“I’m surprised you remembered my birthday! I don’t think I told you before…”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Of course you did. On your birthday, remember?”

Tilting her head, Willow appeared to be puzzled. “What? My birthday? But we only just met when I got a job here…”

That’s right. Willow had forgotten that fateful day seven years ago. Not because she didn’t care, but because she put a lot of her childhood out of mind so it didn’t hurt her to think about. Michael understood. It was her father’s fault that she couldn’t remember all the fun they shared together.

“Forget it. No biggie.”

“But Michael-!”

“You wanna go to the movies? They’re replaying Friday the Thirteenth this weekend.” Michael nudged her with his elbow, getting a bit handsy so it wouldn’t be unnatural to hold her during the movie. He hasn’t had a ton of girlfriends, but he did learn that trick a while back. “C’mon, I got tickets. It’s your birthday!”

Willow grinned like the Cheshire Cat when hearing the recommendation. For the most part, she enjoyed slasher movies - Especially since Michael was actually more freaked out than her when they went. He always put out a tough front, only for her to break the facade with a few pokes.

“Okay, scaredy-cat. Don’t be hugging on me whenever Jason comes out.”

“Jesus, I was just tryna to scare you! I wasn’t actually scared or nothing!”

“Righttt.” She giggled, shoving him playfully backward. In response, he practically tackled her into one of the booths and started tickling her to get revenge. Willow screeched in joy. “Helppp, there’s a creepy British guy tryna kill meeee! Hahahaha! He’s wearing a leather jacket three sizes too big for himmmm! No, no, don’t tickle me there! Stop, haha!”

Michael held her down by her abdomen with one hand, tickling her with the other. “Make me!”

Trying to shove him off her waist, she suddenly realized just how strong he was compared to her. He didn’t budge no matter how hard she tried to get him away. It was frightening in a way, knowing he could at any second actually hurt her. Even then, she trusted him full-heartedly not to.

His knee rested in between her thighs as he held her down for a while longer, unable to stop laughing at the cute faces she made while struggling to push him off. Eventually, another smug remark landed him in a position he couldn’t get out of. “C’mon, you gotta try harder than that! Bite me or something!”

Rather than following his advice of biting, she instead connected her lips against his. The unexpected kiss caused him to immediately let go and back away, stunned like a deer in headlights. She bursted into laughter and played it off as a joke. “Gotcha! What, you scared of getting girl cooties or something?”

That wasn’t it at all. Michael touched his lips before getting off her, trying to act cool after what just happened. “No, dumbass! I just-I didn’t expect that from you!”

Willow’s pretty eyes interlocked with his. He instantly got lost within them, just as he feared before. “It’s okay to say you liked it, y’know.”

He practically melted from her flirtatious tone. “I didn’t!”

“Well, look at it this way - It was my birthday present.” She gushed, grabbing onto his calloused hand a size bigger than her own. “You’ll be my boyfriend for tonight, right?”

Absolutely shocked from what he was hearing, he sputtered out a reply. “Wh-What?”

“For the movies. Couples get a discount.” Willow teased him again, moving closer to him with a snicker. “We had to get some practice in, yeah?”

Guessing this was a joke sprung on him, Michael played along with blush covering his cheeks. “Yeah. Let’s make out in front of the popcorn counter so they definitely know we’re dating.”

“Sounds good to me.” She hummed. Little did he know that she was a woman of her words.

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The Afton Home

July 20th, 1987.

Ring, ring…

Ring, ring…

The phone echoed throughout the seemingly empty house. Evan knew he was not allowed to answer the machine without his father’s permission, but these calls would flow in one after another, never ending. More importantly, it muffled the sound of Evan’s favorite show. He turned to his teddy after the fourth call coming in from the telephone, asking for advice as he usually did.

Evan asked with a trembling voice, “should I answer it?” He clenched onto his dark shirt, heat rushing to his face from the thought of disobeying his father’s orders. He knows what happens to Michael when he doesn’t listen.

The golden plush remained silent for a moment, presumably pondering what to do himself. Little did the child know, his father was on the other side of Fredbear’s talking mechanism, debating on whether he should instruct him to pick it up or not. Knowing the mysterious caller was determined to get a hold of the household, he could only guess it was Henry with some news about their business. With that thought in mind, William made the decision to encourage the boy into answering.

“Daddy’s working,” William soothed his son with his best Fredbear accent. The child did not suspect a thing. “I think you should get that for him.”

Trusting the friendly bear, Evan approached the phone. His tiny hands were shaking with anxiety. Putting the device to his ear, he quietly gave an introduction. William listened into the conversation the best he could within Fredbear.

A loud voice boomed through the speaker of the phone, causing Evan to instinctively pull back. “Mike, what the fuck?! You haven’t answered for days!”

Evan gulped, unsure of how to reply. “Uhh…Michael’s sick right n-!”

“Oh! Is this Evan? Evan, dude, please get him to the phone! We haven’t talked since forever! I know he’s hurting about Willow, I know, I just wanna help him! Could you please make sure he gives me a call? Please? Tell him it’s from Jeremy!”

Jeremy - The boy recognized this name and voice well. After all, they belonged to Michael’s best friend of three years. Even as a young child, Evan found it strange that Michael wouldn’t keep in contact with his closest friend about what happened. Guilt rose in his chest for his older brother’s careless actions.

The little boy nodded, although Jeremy could not see it. “O-Okay. I’ll try to go get him.”

“Thanks, lil’ guy! You rock!”

And with that, Jeremy hung up the phone abruptly. William scoffed under his breath. He knew that Evan wanted to uphold his promise with Jeremy, which meant he would confront Michael to do so. That would only end in disaster. Evan would be mauled.

He started in a low voice. “You shouldn’t go.”

Evan embraced his plush tight to his chest, somewhat ignoring him while making his way down the hall and toward Michael’s bedroom. If he wasn’t at the hospital visiting Willow, he would lock himself in there for hours at a time. It hurt Evan beyond belief. He just wanted his brother to be happy.

Again, William warned the young boy. “You shouldn’t go.”

Understanding that his adoring teddy was worried for his safety, Evan responded in order to assure him. “But his friend wants to talk to him…it’ll help.”

“Why do you care if it helps him?”

Evan shuddered from the harsh words. “Because,” he muttered in an oscillating voice, “he’s sad. A-And he’s never sad. He never cries…”

With gritting teeth, the father contained his irritation. If he and Evan were in switched positions, he would be overjoyed that his elder brother finally had a taste of his own medicine. But he didn’t feel that way. Evan was much too selfless to feel any sense of gratitude for his brother’s suffering. A pity, really. William was hoping that this would lighten his often solemn moods.

“That’s because he’s a big boy. Big boys aren’t supposed to cry,” William sneered with a sly insult directed toward his oldest son. “He should know how to deal with these sorts of things. He’s old enough to control himself.”

A thought popped into the back of Evan’s head - Did Fredbear truly dislike his elder brother? He understood why the little bear might be hesitant to befriend him due to the horrors he puts Evan through, but there was never a moment in time he insulted Michael. Unsure of what to feel, he made sure to suffocate the idea before it became worrisome. Fredbear was a nice friend. He doesn’t dislike Michael. Of course he wouldn’t, he’s nice to everyone.

Evan squeezed his plush with a soft sigh. The camera and mic systems within the bear began to lag out from the sudden force. “I hope Willow gets better soon. Th-That way Michael won’t have to cry…”

Forcing his mouth to comply with words that formed in his brain, William mustered out what he knew his son wanted to hear. “She will.”

Evan swallowed hard. He hoped that she would recover more than anything in the whole world. Not only did he care for her, but he cared about Michael too. He understood that his older brother was going through misery without Willow there by his side and without support, his mental health would only decline further. That being said, he stood shuddering in front of Michael’s bedroom door, afraid to bother him. His knocks against the wooden door were almost silent in hopes that he would not anger his older brother.

He did not answer.

Evan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The relief didn’t last long though as he felt inclined to try again. He forced his hand upward and toward the door again, slightly increasing the volume. His heart was in his throat once more.

“He’s not in there.”

The voice came from behind the little boy, alarming him enough to make an abrupt turn to catch a glimpse of who was speaking. He was surprised to see his father leaning against the wall with a hostile glint in his eye. Fredbear did not say a word, although Evan would have wanted some consolation.

Before he knew it, Evan was uplifted into his father’s arms. Not for any emotional value but rather to help prevent William from losing his temper. If he held his lovely little boy in his arms, there was no possible way on Earth he would do anything to endanger him. Holding him was the best way to protect both of them. Not like Michael would be included in that conversation.

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Rain poured down upon the town like bullets from a gun chamber. Every sensation stung like a needle injection, increasingly worse if one pushed to move ahead quickly. This is the crisis Michael found himself in while waiting for his stop on the city bus. He usually would have ridden his bike home at a time like this, but the idea of William’s scolding for both being exceptionally late and soaking wet sent shivers down his spine. He might as well stay out later if he was going to be screamed at anyway. However, this was the least of his worries.

Willow had been in a coma for a while now, but improved drastically over the course of a few weeks. The doctors suspect that she will wake up soon, telling by the way her body is healing. Although, the idea that she will not open her eyes again made Michael want to puke. He tried his best to drown that thought out. If she died, he didn’t know what he would do. She was everything to him. Her soft voice, her beautiful eyes, her gorgeous hair, and above all, the kind words that fluttered out of her lips like a lullaby while speaking to him. Michael loved all these things about her, he couldn’t remember what it was like without her. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Michael watched as a familiar car pulled up toward the sidewalk in front of him, his heart dropping from the thought it could possibly be his father. However, once his eyes adjusted through the pouring rain, he saw that the car was not purple; It was gray. The passenger window rolled down. Michael peeked inside to see his father’s coworker, Henry. He didn’t seem too thrilled that Michael was out so late without supervision - Not that he didn’t trust him, but because his father should be able to keep track of him. Michael gave him a weak grin.

“Mike, what are you doing out there?!” Henry fumed, his bushy eyebrows furrowing. “Get inside before you catch a cold!”

The teen boy obliged, now impatient for the bus to arrive. As soon as he took a seat, Henry flew down the road in the direction of William’s house. This didn’t go over well with Michael’s stomach.

Henry sighed heavily. “You were visiting her again, weren’t you? How’s she doing?”

Frankly, Michael was unused to this question. His father never asked about the girl, his siblings were much too afraid to bring it up, and he never picked up the phone when Jeremy called. In conclusion, he aimlessly stared out the window and watched the scenery, unable to find the words to describe what the situation was. “…I dunno. The doctors say she’s gonna wake up soon, but…”

“You’re worried she won’t,” Henry finished the sentence for him, reading his facial expression well enough to know he would burst into tears at any second. “And I’m sure that Will isn’t helping to reassure you either.”

“Of course he isn’t. He doesn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone.”

Michael thought saying that would assist in making him feel better, but it just created more rage to build in his chest. He gripped his pants tightly with tears burning the corner of his eyes, causing him to grit his teeth. He was about to blow. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“I fucking hate him.”

“Mike…”

“I FUCKING HATE HIM!”

“Michael!” Henry snapped in a sharp tone the boy had never heard before. It immediately shuts him up and embarrasses him, causing him to lower his head and bite his tongue. “William has a hard time finding a way to communicate how he feels. I know it doesn’t make his behavior right, but you have to understand that he could just be struggling to intercept your feelings. He’s cold, uncaring, right? But I know he cares. He loves you very much.”

Tears finally fell from the boy’s cheeks. He tried to believe what Henry said, he really did, but he couldn’t. He knew it wasn’t true. William truly didn’t care. All he cared about was making money, engineering dumb robots, and looking like some sort of big shot businessman. Maybe he felt love for Evan and Elizabeth, but that was about it. He never loved Michael and he will never love Michael. In his eyes, he was just a trash can that sucked away his profits.

Henry didn’t comment on his tears knowing it would embarrass him. However, he decided to fill the silence with some words instead of having Michael’s sobs echo throughout the car. “I’m sorry, little buddy. I’m real sorry.”

Michael’s eyes lit up. Henry hadn’t called him ‘little buddy’ since he was a kid. That insignificant nickname filled his heart with even the smallest amount of comfort.

By the time they pulled into the driveway, Michael’s tears had dried. He could never let his father see him that way, so vulnerable and weak. Henry insisted on escorting him to the door and explaining the situation to William so he wouldn’t flip out, rubbing his shoulders softly on the trip there. That alone made Michael feel safer than he would have if he was by himself. The thought was terrifying to ponder on.

Henry knocked on the door and in mere seconds it was answered by William. For some odd reason, he didn’t look as angry as Michael expected him to be. Maybe it was because he spotted Henry’s car before answering.

“Will, he didn’t have a ride from the hospital so I brought him here. He didn’t mean to be so late,” he clarified briefly.

With a gentle push, Michael entered the house and tried to pass his father. William snatched his arm up quickly. “Get in the shower now. We’ll talk about this afterwards.”

This was going to be the longest shower of his life.

Michael ran off into the bathroom while still hearing Henry and William debating on the porch step, locking it tightly to ensure his siblings wouldn’t enter. He put the water on the hottest setting he could, wiping the black trail of eyeliner off his face that stained his cheeks whenever he was crying. Willow loved whenever he wore eyeliner so he wore it every time he went to go see her. His father hated it. Speaking of his father, the echoing of the argument had faded out, presumably because William forced Henry to leave. That wasn’t good. Then again, if he took a lengthy shower, the punishment would be put off. Maybe William would even cool down a bit; He doubted it though.

After about ten minutes of washing his hair over and over again while trying to preserve time, Michael thought of Willow. She had such silky hair, he wished he could’ve styled it before all of this. The doctors had to chop her pretty locks up to her shoulders to perform surgeries and such so it didn’t even have half the length from before. That was okay. She was adorable anyway. Her resting, sleeping face was utterly stunning. Michael hated how he could picture the image in his head perfectly. She hasn’t moved from her original position in weeks and it was all his father’s fault.

Knock, knock.

Great.

“Michael, get out.” William’s voice demanded apathetically. He didn’t sound angered but his eldest son didn’t fall for that act. He knew he was infuriated, he just didn’t want to raise his voice if Evan and Elizabeth could hear. In that aspect, Michael guessed he kind of did care what his children thought of him. Silence wasn’t the correct answer apparently. “I said get out.”

“I heard you,” Michael groaned before realizing just how screwed he was for talking back. There was silence for a long while before he heard footsteps backing away from the door. He was totally and utterly dead meat.

He swiftly shut the water off and wrapped a towel around his waist before nervously pacing around the bathroom, wondering what he could do to avoid punishment. Other than running away, again, he couldn’t think of any solution. This left him with one option - He had to go face his fear and hope that it wouldn’t be that bad. If he went down without a fight, it wouldn't last long, but he couldn’t help but to have the instinct to protect himself.

The door creaked open louder than he would have liked. He turned down the hall and toward his room, predicting his father would give him enough time to get dressed before confrontation. When he got inside, he commenced putting layer upon layer of clothing on him to make it hurt less. It was in the middle of July though, so it was obvious what he was attempting to do. Even while his fingers trembled out of apprehension, his heart remained set on Willow. He didn’t care what his father did to him, he would always return to visit her. Day after day, night after night, whatever it took. He didn’t care what William would do to him.

As if he heard what he said, his father broke the door down effortlessly and entered the room. It wasn’t particularly clean due to Michael’s laziness, which pissed William even more when he stumbled over his belongings. Michael remained frozen in the corner of the room.

“What did I tell you about leaving without permission?” William started in a low voice. Michael didn’t answer. “What, are you deaf? Are you fucking deaf? I’m not deaf, your mother isn’t deaf, so FUCKING ANSWER ME!” He punched Michael across the face. The stinging sensation made his eyes burn with tears. Despite having so many things he wanted to say, Michael managed to keep his lips sealed. William shoved him against the wall this time. Something about the look in his eyes shook him to the core. “You think it’s my fault. Huh? Is that why you’re crying all the damn time? Why you’re glaring at me during dinner? You think everything’s my fault, everything’s daddy’s fault because it’s more convenient that way. You’re just like your mother. All you do is bitch!”

Michael bit his tongue to the brim of bleeding out. He wanted to put him in his place, to stop him from talking bad about his mother, but he knew that would just make him fall into his trap. Instead, he told him what he wanted to hear.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to stay out so late. I won’t do it again.”

William leaned close to his face. His piercing blue eyes shot bullets into his son’s. He was absolutely disgusted when seeing Michael looked identical to him. “You’re my eldest son. You’re going to take on the responsibility of carrying my legacy. You’re going to uphold my reputation. And yet, you’re acting like this? A liar? A crybaby? A little bitch?”

Michael’s lips moved before his mind processed what was going on. “I-I’m not a crybaby!” He stammered while dodging eye contact by turning his head away. He clenched his eyes shut and waited for impact. Instead, he was met with a harsh grip around his chin. His neck was forced to shift toward his father’s face, causing him to lock eye contact again.

“You have tears swelling your eyes,” William analyzed with a smirk. He pulled him close for a hug, mocking him as if he were a toddler. “There, there, Michael. It’s okay. I’ll kill that slut if it’s the last thing I’ll do.”

Michael swung at him. He didn’t know what he was doing until his fist hit William’s jawbone, knocking him backward. He wished he hadn’t done that as his father smashed his head against the corner of the nightstand and threw him to the ground. The teen sputtered out a sharp breath before being stomped out by William, feeling lightheaded whenever his father’s foot hit his head. His nose was bleeding from the impact on the nightstand surface, flooding into a puddle under his face. Just as he feared Michael started begging - bawling for him to stop - but everytime he cried, he was hit even harder. His tears hurt worse than the blows. He hated appearing so feeble, so weak. He had fallen right into the hands of his sadistic father.

“Daddy?” Elizabeth’s voice wavered as she heard the commotion from down the hall. She was the very reason William ceased to continue the beating.

He was out of breath by the time he backed away from his son’s bruised and bloody body, answering his daughter’s call urgently. “Did you have a nightmare, sweetheart?”

The door shut behind him as he went to console Elizabeth. Michael remained unmoved from the floor. He couldn’t stop crying. Not because of his wounds, not because of his weakness, but because of Willow. Why did his father have to say that? Why did he have to call her that? Why couldn’t Michael protect her good name?

He failed her.

-

“Good morning, Michael!” The nurse greeted him, surprisingly joyous compared to other days. She noticed the bandages scattered across his body and bruises on his tanned skin but decided not to comment any further on them - After all, they were probably inflicted from a petty fight with another ruffian. “Are you here to see Willow again today?” Exhausted, Michael nodded without a word. She signed him off and sent him on his way, smiling brightly and watching as he trudged down the hall.

By this point Michael had memorized her room number, counting every door on his journey. 101, 102, 103, 104, 105…all the way up until 129. However, unlike usual, there were flowers up by the door to decorate it. He wondered if her family actually came to visit after weeks of neglecting her but doubted that would be the case. Without a moment to lose, he swung the door open and took off his leather jacket, letting out a deep sigh while mentally preparing to see her again. What he didn’t know was that she was already up, staring blankly at him as she wondered what he was doing.

“Michael?”

Chills went down his spine from the voice. He sharply turned on his heel and furrowed his eyebrows, seeing that she was sitting up and looking at him, actually looking at him with those beautiful eyes. He stared at her for a while longer while trying to perceive whether or not he was awake.

“Michael,” her voice was weak but her smile was huge. She moved her arms slightly upward to offer a hug for him to receive, only to have him take the opportunity immediately. He didn’t say anything. She couldn’t even feel him breathe. “Are you okay? You’re trembling…”

He left out a soft ring of laughter. Then another. Then another. Pulling away, he looked into her eyes again. She looked into his eyes. She wasn’t asleep. She wasn’t asleep! That meant she was awake! His lips quivered before he put his hand over them to hide it. Again, he touched her shoulder to ensure she was in front of him.

“Willow,” he murmured while his fingers traced up her neck to her chin. “Good morning.”

She grinned. “Good morning. Sorry I slept for so long, I must have worried you, huh? You have such big bags under your eyes, but you’re a good sleeper…have you been staying up because of me?”

“I love you,” Michael whimpered. It was so pathetic he felt automatic pain.

The girl let out an angelic giggle. “I love you too, honey. Are you sure you’re okay?”

One tear came after another and eventually he couldn’t help but to break down. Willow quickly embraced and comforted him, rubbing his back as she always did. He melted into her arms despite constantly refusing to do so before. In fact, this was the first time she had ever witnessed him cry even though he had seen her cry multiple times. Michael was tough, stubborn, and defiant in everyone’s eyes. But at that moment, he was the most sensitive and heartbroken boy on Earth. Willow couldn’t help but to weakly smile from the thought.

“I’m so sorry I worried you,” she whispered into his ear. “I promise I won’t leave you again.” Michael sniffled and wiped his tears against his bare arm. Willow used her hospital gown to collect the wetness from his face, smiling angelically. “You’re so handsome, Mike. I’m lucky I have someone like you to look after me.”

Michael wept some more. He hated how useless his vocal cords were when crying. He wanted to say so much to her, to finally engage in conversation with her, but he remained silent. Maybe it was better that way, since she was able to catch an opportunity to speak on his wounds.

“Hey, you’re all banged up…did you get in a fight?” Willow tilted her head with an anxiety-ridden expression. He managed to stare at her with his mouth hanging wide open.

“Father…” he paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Although that’s all he really had to say for her to understand what happened. “I was out too late last night,” his voice wobbled and he dodged eye contact.

Then, before any words could be exchanged, the door swung open again. There stood Henry, Charlie, and Jeremy. He must have hitched a ride to come see Willow. Michael hid his face and stepped aside, allowing the other three to surround her and get insights on how she was doing. However, her focus still remained on him.

“Oh, we were so worried about you! We came as quickly as we could as soon as we heard the news!” Henry cried with a tight squeeze. His embrace gave off so much warmth it made her feel absolutely amazing, despite being weak and tired. “I don’t know if Mike could have survived another day without you!”

Jeremy laughed with a hefty pat on her shoulder. “He couldn't have. He was a mess. M-E-S-S.”

Even though he was still trying to collect himself, Michael managed to flip the blonde off without looking at them. Henry blocked Charlie’s vision of the vulgarity and continued his conversation with Willow. “When do you think you’ll be out of the hospital? It still looks like you have a lotta things broken.”

Willow nodded. “It won’t be until a long while. The doctors still have to do a thorough examination of my internal organs to make sure nothing is punctured from the springlocks. I guess I was lucky they didn’t completely fail and retracted once they hit my bones. Otherwise, I probably would’ve been a goner.”

Henry felt an unbearable amount of guilt when hearing her explain the situation. Since he was one of the designers, it was obvious that some of the blame must be put on him, if not all of it. He shook his head and gave Willow another hug before Jeremy jumped back on the case.

“Why’d they have to cut your pretty hair?” He smirked and grabbed a clutch of strands, playing with them a bit. “It’s still cute but I like it longer.”

“I guess it was hard to maintain,” she sighed in disappointment. It didn’t take much for her hair to grow out, but she enjoyed it at a longer length so that Michael could style it. Speaking of Michael, he appeared to be moping in the corner still, distracted by Charlie’s rambling. She frowned a bit before whispering to the two of them. “Is Mike okay? He doesn’t look too good.”

Jeremy shrugged, but it seemed like Henry had a solid answer. He started in a low voice so the other two couldn’t hear anything. “Last night was pretty rough for him, I think that’s why he might have been a bit off this morning.” He explained with a noticeable frown.

Whatever had happened evidently wasn’t good. Willow’s heart picked up pace. “Was it William?”

“I think you should talk to him about it when he’s ready. Right now, it’s best to leave it be.” Henry begrudgingly advised the girl, knowing it wouldn’t end well to persist on Michael’s wounds.

Completely unbothered by the solemn situation before them, Jeremy jumped up and put his arm around Michael’s shoulder, smirking. “We should get ice cream in celebration! I bet that hospital food sucked ass, so we’ll get you some!”

Michael shoved him off. “Whatever.”

“Woteva.”

“Shut the hell up, you-!”

“Boys, boys…” Henry interrupted them before they spewed out endless vulgarities in front of his daughter. They obeyed his warning and left the room, going to get some air and retrieve ice cream for Willow. They already knew her favorite flavor by heart.

Charlie approached the girl next, bewildered by the amount of casts and bandages she had spread around her body. She hadn’t seen someone break so many things before in her six year old life span. Then again, Michael had broken many bones before in their time of play dates. Shaking the thought from her mind, she smiled brightly and handed Willow a piece of paper full of colors.

“Is this for me?” Willow bubbled. “Thank you!”

Henry grinned ear to ear. “That was very sweet of you, Charlie.”

Examining the illustration, Willow’s heart felt lighter. All the rage she felt from seeing Michael’s bruises uplifted for a moment and she entirely focused her attention on the art. It was Fredbear and Bon-Bun lined up on stage beside Michael and herself holding hands. There were a few misspelled words on the top reading “My Best Friends.” Oddly enough, Willow caught sight of a purple figure by the stage as well. She chose to ignore it.

“It’s beautiful, Charlie. You’re a very good artist.”

The little girl swayed back and forth nervously, giddy from the idea that Willow enjoyed her hard work. She managed to crawl onto the bed and point out a few things on the paper she wanted Willow to recognize, smiling playfully.

“That’s Bonnie, that’s Fredbear, that’s you, and that’s Mikey!”

“Then who’s that, sweetheart? That purple guy?” Her father pointed to the mysterious purple figure by the stage. He was oddly tall and slender compared to the rest of them.

Charlie frowned. “Papa, that’s Uncle Will giving a drink to Bon-Bun.”

Silence. Bon-Bun was the animatronic whose spring locks failed whilst Willow was performing inside. Notably, the spring locks fail due to moisture inside the suit. If anyone were to pour water inside one, it would surely be a fatality to anyone who unknowingly wears it. Henry and Willow’s heart sank - Especially Henry’s.

Henry grabbed Charlie’s shoulders firmly, showing her that he was no longer playing around. “Did you see Uncle Will give Bon-Bun a drink, Charlie? Did you ever actually see that?”

“The day that Willow got bit by Bon-Bun,” Charlie explained. “I saw Uncle Will pour stuff into his mouth. It wasn’t a lot…I don’t think he was very thirsty. But it might’ve made him hungry.”

Her father stood from the seat next to Willow’s bedside and frantically rushed out of the room, collecting all of his belongings while trying to remain calm.

“I need to go visit Uncle Will, okay? Is it alright if I leave her with you, Willow?” His face was covered in worry. She nodded and grasped Charlie’s hand, trying to calm her down when seeing her father in such a state. Apparently she was too intelligent to allow him to leave without an explanation.

Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Papa, what’s wrong? Why’re you all upset?”

“Uncle William isn’t allowed to give the animatronics drinks, okay? That’s why Willow…” He couldn’t finish his statement without becoming enraged. “Don’t tell Michael and Jeremy where I went. I know Mike will try to follow.”

Then with that, he was gone.

The little girl briefly glanced at the page again, tilting her head. “Uncle Will scares me sometimes.”

Willow raised her trembling hand and stroked back her hair, trying to contain her emotion with deep breaths. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

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Fredbear Family’s Diner

June 15th, 1987.

The place was packed. The sound of children running around and laughing, the soft melodies that played throughout the dining area, and the bustle of parents rushing around for their child's birthday party. Everyone seemed so happy to be there, smiling faces all around without even a single frown. Well, a frown that was in sight, that is.

Beneath all the tables and decorations laid a six-year-old boy crying into his hands. He didn't want to be around all the other children in the party room, because that's where they were. On stage, with bright, colorful lights, were the two nightmarish creatures the boy had ever seen. Everyone called them "Fredbear" and "Bonbun." Two animatronics with dirty golden fur and lifeless eyes, sharp teeth and abnormally tall figures - they were the two scariest things the child had seen with his own eyes.

The beginning of this fear was seeing the parts and service room. The little boy had witnessed one of the coworkers completely take apart the animatronics and leave what seemed to be their skeleton. Then, after that, they put on the fur suit as if it were nothing at all. His father had told him that it was perfectly okay for someone to do that after he had told him about the incident. He said that they were meant to come apart sometimes so that the person inside could help deliver cakes and pizzas to tables for the ones celebrating their birthday. But even then, the little boy just couldn't handle the thought of a real person lurking inside the suit and pretending to be someone they weren't. He imagined what could happen if someone bad had gotten ahold of the suit and no one knew about it.

That thought scared him the most.

Peeking from beneath the table, the little boy could see the parts and service room even now. He shuddered at the thought of what he had saw previously. If the animatronics were onstage, he should be fine to sneak out without being caught by one of them. Quickly, the boy bolted from out underneath the table and to the exit, hot tears streaming down his face. He didn't dare to look back as he pushed the glass door open as fast as he could, darting outside and onto the sidewalk.

He panted heavily as he continued to run as far as his father would allow him to, hiding behind a few bushes in the back so as to not be spotted by anyone. His frown had eased up a bit after he got away from that place, although he still felt quite uneasy. He knew his father had told him to stay inside, but he just couldn't handle the thought of those robots getting to him.

A ring of laughter sang from the building, the music progressively getting a bit quieter. The little boy knew that someone's birthday song must be happening very soon. He felt guilty about not attending, but also glad that he didn't have to stand in front of those creepy robotic animals.

The birthday song soon started up, hushing the children's voices. The little boy recognized the voice of who was singing instantly - Fredbear. Now he was extremely relieved that he had left, because after he sang, Fredbear would get off stage and pass out cake to the birthday kid. The boy shuddered at that thought.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear small friend, Happy Birthday to you!"

After the song was over, there was a bunch of clapping and cheering. Then, the back door opened. The boy's heart dropped. Someone must be looking for him.

"Evan? Are you out here?"

He ducks his head down to hide himself further into the bush leaves, but it only seems to attract attention to him. The boy hears footsteps approaching the overgrown bush quickly, clenching his eyes shut as he was scared of what was to come.

"There you are. Come on, Evan. You're gonna miss getting some birthday cake."

Evan opens his eyes to see his brother’s girlfriend leaning over him with a smile, lending her hand out for him to grab. He was hesitant about it but eventually caved and accepted the offer. Soon after being lifted from the bushes, Evan hugs her tightly and cries, unwilling to go back inside.

"What's the matter? Is Michael picking on you again?” She asked in a heavenly soft voice.

"N-No..." Evan sniffled, wiping his tears away with his sleeve. "I-I'm scared...that...that Fredbear is gonna get me!"

She doesn't laugh about his fear, which surprised Evan, since he was constantly made fun of by his siblings because of it. Instead, she picked him up and rested him on her hip, smiling fondly at the little boy. "He won't get you, I promise. If you're so scared, you should stay with uncle Henry. There's no reason to hide."

"B-But...I'm scared..."

She merely holds the child tightly and hushes him, trying to console him the best she could. They stay there for a few minutes until Evan's tears have come to a halt, then go around to the front of the building to dodge the animatronic stage.

Evan was taken into his father's office, where he and Henry worked for the majority of the day, and sat down into a 'spinny' chair. Evan loved spinny chairs; She knew this very well. While the little boy spun around happily, she left the room momentarily to retrieve Henry. Evan felt a bit nervous while being alone, so decided to distract himself by looking at his father's desk.

There were multiple pages of mathematics that he didn't understand, some sketches of animatronic ideas, and a singular picture hung up of their family. Evan gazed at the photo for a while. He never remembered seeing it before this moment. It seemed pretty old, but well taken care of inside of the frame it was in.

There were five figures together. His father, his mother, his older sister, his older brother, and himself. Evan realizes why he couldn't remember the photo being taken - it was because he was only a few months old in it, held by his mother, Clara. She had a beautiful smile and a happy gleam in her eyes while looking at the photo. Beside her, her husband, William. He wore his usual purple business jacket with a smile also planted on his lips. The same went for Elizabeth, Evan's sister who was about three in the photo. She had a gentle and cheeky smile, despite missing multiple teeth.

Then, there was Michael.

Michael looked identical to his father, just without a pinch of happiness in his face. He was always like that, angry and bitter.

As if they read Evan’s mind, the door swings open to reveal the kind-hearted girl and her boyfriend, also known as his older brother, Michael. It seemed like she was worried about Evan’s well-being and wanted Michael to watch him as she worked.

“Willow, I don’t wanna be a fuckin’ babysitter all day! Jeremy, Sammy, and Ana are coming any second!”

“Just for now, Michael. I’ll be done quickly, I just have to do this show. It’ll take, like, twenty minutes.” Michael groaned but did not deny her again. She lightly shoved him out of her way to kneel down before Evan, grabbing his trembling hands and holding them close to her. “Hey, if he’s mean to you, make sure you tell me, okay?”

Evan sniffled before nodding. She patted and kissed his head, turning on her heel to exit the office. Michael stood there angrily. Noticing this, Willow stood on her tip-toes and planted a kiss on the teen’s cheek as well, patting his chest with a sly smile. “Sorry, didn’t know that would make you jealous!”

“I was n-!”

“See ya!” Willow skipped out of the office to go get dressed, leaving the brothers on their own.

. . .

Michael turned to Evan with a frown, his cheeks visibly red. “If you tell father anything about what you just saw, I will kick your sorry little ass!”

The six-year-old boy ignored his empty threats, gazing at his blush dusted face. He truly did look identical to their father, no matter how much he tried to deny it. Evan wondered to himself why he was so upset with that fact.

“Are you and Willow dating?”

“What, are you fuckin’ stupid?”

Evan continued to stare at him like a deer in headlights. Realizing he didn’t know how to interpret this answer, Michael sighed and leaned against the wall, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket and placing it in his mouth. “It’s complicated.”

“How?”

“It just is!” His older brother hissed, sending the little boy back into the seat. “I mean, I don’t even know how to take care of a girl…it’s not like father would know either. I’m completely lost!”

“…”

“Hey, don’t give me that look. You asked.” Evan giggled a bit but silenced himself in fear that his older brother would hit him. However, he was stunned to see Michael chuckling along with him. Soon enough, they both burst into laughter. “Oh, what the hell. Yeah, okay, you caught me, I’m dating her! But shut up about it, okay?!”

“Have you kissed her?”

“…Maybe.”

“Are you gonna marry her?”

“IT’S TOO EARLY TO KNOW ANY OF THAT SHIT!”

Evan tilted his head. It was clear he didn’t know how relationships at this age worked. The older brunette groaned, running his hands through his hair and blowing smoke from his mouth. “Jesus, why’d I have to be the one to watch you…?”

He giggled. Maybe his brother wasn’t so scary after all.

Again, the office door swung open. Both Evan and Michael expected to see tired Willow stumbling into the room due to the weight of the costume she had to wear, however, they were met with something strange instead; Their uncle Henry, panting and wheezing as if he had been running. The teen hid the cigarette behind his back in hopes of not being caught smoking, however, he found he should be worried about something much worse than that.

“Michael!” Henry shouted. “It’s Willow! You need to go! I’ll watch Evan, just go!”

The brunette’s heart dropped to the floor. Without a moment to lose, he sprinted out of the office and into the party hall, where children screamed while running out. He couldn’t help but to imagine the worst.

Blood. That was the first thing he saw upon entering the party room. He took a few steps closer to the stage before coming to a halt, seeing that his father was desperately trying to help the young girl gain consciousness.

“Did you get wet?!” William asked her over and over again, only to get no response. The girl laid limp in his arms. “Did you get wet?!”

“Father, what happened?!” Michael scrambled onto the stage, adrenaline pumping throughout his body. He grabbed onto the unconscious body of his girlfriend, trying to shake her awake.

William scolded him. “Do not shake her! That’ll cause the springlocks to go off even more than they already did! Hold still! Hold her still!”

“I-IS SHE GONNA DIE?!” Tears ran down his face even from suggesting it. His father’s emotionless gaze was enough to make him want to vomit. “SHE’S GONNA BE OKAY, RIGHT?! RIGHT, FATHER?! YOU DID A-A-ALL THOSE SAFETY RUNS AND EVERYTHING, SHE SHOULD BE ALRIGH-!”

“If you don’t stop yelling, I will permanently shut your mouth. There are still parents here, it isn’t a good look.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK?!” Michael cried, cradling the limp girl in his arms. Her snowy white hair was stained with red, her skin paler than he had ever seen it in his life. Her face did not look as if she were in pain, but from the crushing of her body inside of the suit, he knew that it was impossible for her not to feel it. If she did not react to the pain, was she already gone? The thought of that made the boy cry even harder.

William stared at his eldest son in disappointment. He wept as if he were a baby, he trembled like a cold puppy, and he looked weaker than anything he had ever seen. His father could only hope he’d mature enough to take over this business.

The ambulances in a matter of minutes, escorting Michael and Willow to the hospital to treat her wounds. They practically begged William to come along so that they knew how to handle the suit, but he refused with the excuse that he had to handle his customers. In reality, he wanted her to die; That way, Michael would be able to handle death in the long run. It was as if Willow were his first goldfish, his first hamster, his first pet that died to teach him a lesson.

Only he could have saved her.

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Michael: *sees Willow* 🏃‍♂️💨 *gives her the warmest hug ever, kisses her hand* Hey, love~

Sammy: *sees Ana* 🏃‍♂️💨 That ass though-

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Willow: "So, is that something you've thought about, having Nina removed?"

Michael: "It crossed my mind, yeah. Reach out to sam and making a case to force Jax to push her out, but that wouldn't solve the main issue.

Willow: "Nina's presence in Wiley's life."