A Helping Hand (Micheal Afton x Reader x Ennard)

ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔸𝕟𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤

Rewritten

(Y/N)'s POV

⚠️ WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THEMES OF SWEARING, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. ⚠️ 

     I looked up as the classroom door opened. The man who grabbed my arm walked through, a shiver running down my spine as he entered; followed by Micheal; who I assumed to be Ennard, Micheal's boyfriend; and Micheal's dad, William. I had done a lot of research the night before.

     "Hello there everyone! My name is James, and I'm the manager for the Aftons. I hope our welcome is big!" The man said, putting on a smile as everyone else came into the room. He looked around the room for a minute, gathering everyone's faces. When he noticed me, his smile dissipated very quickly. He looked away quickly.

     Hello everyone, my name is William Afton. As you all know, I am the owner of Fazbear Enterprise. My and my son... and his boyfriend... are happy to be here for you all today. I will happily answer any questions... as long as they aren't too personal," William finished with a fake smile.

     I looked down at my question paper briefly, then back up to see Micheal looking at me again. I blush before looking away. "Why does he keep looking at me? That's the second time today..." I thought, looking down again while listening to some of the questions being asked by my fellow classmates. None of them were like mine.

     I waited a little before raising my hand. Micheal and Ennard noticed right away. "Yes, the person in the back, wearing all black?" Micheal said, looking at me. My face reddened more. Not only did that rhyme, but he also actually called on me. Everyone stopped and looked at me. James looked away distastefully.

     "My question is... well..." I felt myself starting to get nervous, trying to get the question out. Before I could finish, Tara started to laugh. Soon, the rest of the class joined in. I looked down, no longer feeling confident in asking my questions.

     William noticed almost right away. "Okay, everyone calm the fuck down!" He yelled, gathering everyone's attention. They stopped and looked at him. "Now what was your question sweetheart?" He asked in a calm, kind voice.

     "No, it's fine, it's probably too personal anyways," I said, looking at my questions. Micheal looked down, sad that I was too upset to even ask one of my questions. He seemed very interested in them.

     "Well, why don't you ask me then? I'll let you know if it's personal or not," William replied, also seeming to be interested in my question. I kept looking down, finally deciding to ask my first question.

     "Mr. Afton, how hard was it to keep pushing through all the losses in your family?" I finally asked. I didn't dare look up, but I felt so many eyes on me. I waited nervously for William's answer.

     "Well yes, that is a personal question, but it wasn't easy. After my youngest son's death, it was hard. I stopped caring about myself, and only cared about work. It got to the point it made me go a bit insane. After my daughter's death, I couldn't keep working anymore. It just hurt too much. The thing is, if it hurts to do what you love, stop and take the time that you need for yourself," William explained.

     Micheal looked surprised that his dad answered, but then smiled, knowing I felt a bit more comfortable asking my questions. "Do you by chance have any other questions for me or Micheal?" William asked. I blushed before smoothing out my questions paper. He smiled as he waited for me to ask my next question.

     "What was it like working with another person on the animatronics?" I asked. His smile grew. He seemed to realize many of my questions would be a little personal in a way. I didn't look up at anybody still.

     "Well, it was difficult. We'd have to work on each other's schedules, we couldn't make changes to any of the animatronics without telling each other first or agreeing if it should or shouldn't be added. Projects usually took about three or four days before we got anything started with them." I smiled as I wrote down William's answer. I didn't expect William to answer any of my questions, let alone two.

     Micheal smiled. "Do you have any questions for me?" I looked up, feeling my face turn red as I sat up straight. I smiled nervously, surprised he even asked in the first place. All my questions were pretty personal.

     "Micheal, did you ever help your father on a project before? If so, what kind?" I asked, adding another question on top of my first one. Micheal thought for a moment before answering, still smiling.

     "Well, yes, I did," Micheal answered. "Not many, though. One of the ones I recall is helping him make plans for an illusion disc. Sadly, I can't tell you what they're used for." I smiled before looking back down at my questions.

     "It's alright. Now... Ennard, was it? I have one for you," I said happily. He looked surprised I even had one for him. He didn't expect for anyone to ask him anything, as the visit wasn't really about him.

     "Sure thing, what is it?" He said, looking at me. I smiled under my mask nervously, starting to remember everyone watching and listening to me. I looked down again before readjusting me position again.

     "What's it like living with the Aftons? I know about the YouTube channel and all, but what's it really like living with the dead?" I asked nervously. His eyes widened before he looked away, the same nervous expression on his face.

     I looked down at my questions again. I had one more question, but I thought it would be really personal. I thought for a moment, wondering what everyone's reactions would be to my question.

     "I do, but I don't know if you'll be able to answer it. So Micheal... do you by chance know anything about Anissa Chavés?" I finally decided to ask. Big mistake. As soon as I finished my question, Mr. Chavés quickly stood up.

     "(L/N), outside now. We need to have a word," he said in a serious voice. My eyes widened a great amount as I realized he was still in the room. My confidence to answer questions quickly disappeared, as I felt nothing but fear then.

     "Shit. I shouldn't have asked that one." I quickly stood up and grabbed my things. Micheal watched us both as we walked out of the classroom, a look of concern upon his face. Mr. Chavés stopped and smiled at him.

     "Keep your mouth shut, Afton," Mr. Chavés said, before following me out of the classroom. Micheal looked nervous, knowing his intentions. If only I had known too. Perhaps I would have stayed in that class.

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