A Helping Hand (Micheal Afton x Reader x Ennard)

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤

To Be Rewritten

(Y/N)'s POV

     "I'm late. I'm never late! Why me? I had a "minor" injury on my hip that needed to be cleaned up before I headed to school, and now I'm late!" I thought as I rushed out the door, closing it behind me. "Good thing school is only ten minutes away..." I quickly ran through a light or two just to get to the park quicker.

     "Okay, I'm making good ti-" I tripped and fell mid-thought, dropping all of my documents and paperwork I was holding onto the pavement of the park. I got to work quickly, trying to avoid the blood from the cuts and scratches from my hands from getting on the papers.

     After picking everything up and shoving it into my bag, I felt like someone was staring at me. I got up and looked around. My eyes soon fell upon a guy in a big group of people staring at me. He was a caucasian boy with brown hair and blue eyes. He was taller than/(around) the same hight/shorter than me, around 5'11 at least.

     I blushed and looked away. I was about to run the rest of the way to school when someone grabbed my arm. He didn't say a word, but dragged me over to the group of people. "Excuse me sir, but I don't have time for whatever you need, I'm really busy right now," I said, trying to free my arm from the man's grasp, which only made him yank my arm harder.

     As we got into the group, he pushed me up to the guy I'd made eye contact with. Now that I'd had a better look at him, he looked exactly like Micheal Afton. "Why is he here?" I wondered in my mind.

     "Let's get this over with Micheal, I'm a busy man so make it quick," the man who pulled me to the group said as he pushed me into Micheal's chest. My face turned red as I pulled away a little bit.

     "I'm so sorry, I don't know what's going on and it's really exciting to meet you, but I'm sort of late for something..." I said, trying not to sound rude. He smiled before wrapping his arms around my waist. My eyes widened. Not only did he have his arms around my waist, but my tail as well.

     "I'm really sorry about this, but I was dared to kiss the first person I come into eye contact with. Let's make this quick, my boyfriend isn't too happy about this either," Micheal said, pulling my mask down, showing my scarred face to him. I had a huge one spread from cheek to cheek in the shape of a smile. I was told that a cute kid like me should smile more before I'd gotten that scar.

     I quickly went to cover my face, but before I could, Micheal kissed me. My eyes widened. "Gross. Let's pick a different person for you to kiss Micheal, I'm not letting that ugly face on my channel. Time for you to go," the man said as he pulled me away from Micheal, pushing my onto the ground. I quickly put my mask back on as I got up and sprinted the rest of the way to school.

     As I opened the doors and walked in, I blushed, thinking back to the kiss. "His lips were so soft, almost like velvet... It's almost as if I kissed a god..." I gently brought two fingers up to my lips, though still covered by my mask. I pushed down a bit just to imagine the feeling of Micheal kissing me again.

     I blushed even more before shaking off the feeling and bringing my hand back down. I was late, twelve minutes late to be exact. I sighed as I walked to the classroom door. This was the first time I'd ever been late to any collage classes. I blushed heavily as I pushed open the door. Everyone stopped and looked at me.

     I hung my head as I rushed to my seat. Mr. Chavés saw me and smiled. "Well (L/N), never in my life did I think you'd ever be late. We can talk about this after class. Some special guests are going to be here in about five to fifteen minutes so get ready, you all have an important project that's due today.

     "Lucky for (L/N), they came in yesterday and turned their's in. Now, please take out your project and bring it up to the front. I do hope you have your questions you want to ask ready." He said, looking away from me. I quickly went through my bag and took out the notes and questions I had written down the previous night.

     As I took them out, the others walked up to Mr. Chavés' desk and dropped off their work. I looked over my questions. For most people, those questions were stupid to ask. But from a builder's perspective, they were a good list of questions to people who've lost everything.

     Suddenly, I heard a chuckle. I looked up to see Tara looming over me. I'd forgotten she was taken that class. She was only taking it so she could get it off her list for her dear old dad, who admired the Afton Robotics Industry, now known as the Fazbear Entertainment Industry.

     She also just wanted to flirt with all the prodigies in the class so that she could get married into a rich family. She really was the low of the low. She laughed as she walked back to her seat. I looked down at my questions, debating on which one to ask first. I had at least ten of them, so I hoped they wouldn't mind answering them.

     I looked up as the classroom door opened. I took a breath in before sighing. "Here we go..." I thought, wondering who would walk through the door. I hoped it would be someone that wasn't as bad as the man who dragged me over to Micheal.

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