❛ HOLD ONTO ME. ❜
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࿐┊ CH. 8┊🩸🔦👾

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** warning : angssstttt & detailed
treating wounds **

A bright spark shot out from the electricity being touched, momentarily blinding everyone including the woman who had taken the force first hand, and was sent falling back onto stage roughly, feeling some of her skin burnt.

The last things she saw before her vision turned black was, Abby's teary eyed face, the four animatronics gazing down at her seeming worriedly, Issac's mouth moving yelling something, and Mike trying to catch her body before she was knocked unconscious.

Time seemed to freeze as (Y/N) crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Mike and Issac rushed to her side yelling her name, their expressions filled with fear and concern. Vanessa and Abby were quick to join them, their eyes wide with worry.

Mike caught (Y/N)'s limp body, his hands instinctively wrapping around her waist and back, cradling her close, as he knelt down on the stage. Her skin was warm, but her form was alarmingly still.

Abby, her eyes glistening with tears, grabbed one of the Diaz girls hands, her voice trembling as she spoke out her question, "Is (N/N) going to be okay?"

Vanessa's wide eyes turned from Mike holding the unconscious woman in front, and placed a hand on Abby's shoulder to comfort her, "She's gonna be fine, Abby." The blonde assured, always composed under pressure, "She just had a little shock, that's all."

Issac, though visibly shaken, did his best to comfort Abby, putting on a brave face despite the fear gnawing at his heart, "Y-yeah, exactly." He blurted out holding the forearm of his twin sister, and swallowed the lump in his throat seeing her unresponsive even to Mike's touch.

Meanwhile, Mike gently pushed (Y/N)'s hair back from her face, his fingers trembling slightly as he checked her for any signs of injury, trying his hardest to not think of the worst.

"C'mon sweetheart, wake up for me." He coaxed gently into her ears, touch being tender, the worry evident in his features, "I need you to wake up."

As he continued to push her to awake with familiar touches, the animatronics, too, seemed to share the group's concern. They peeked over the stage, their robotic eyes displaying an unusual level of worry.

After what felt like an eternity, (Y/N)'s eyes fluttered open with a gasp. A moment of relief washed over the group as she started to cough, her body heaving with each breath.

Mike held her close, his arms wrapped protectively around her, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude that she was okay, as his chin was resting on top of her head, the girl trying to even out her breathing.

He placed a hand behind her head running his finger through her hair, and shared a look with Issac who had a serious expression on his face, just like Vanessa's next to him comforting Abby.

"(Y/N)! You're okay!" Abby cried out happily through a smile, gripping onto Vanessa's hand more wanting to hug the girl, but knew to give her space after what just happened.

She chuckled in a croaky way sending a weak smile in return over Mike's shoulder to her, "I don't think I want Bonnie's guitar anymore." She commented in a sleep-laden voice, pushing herself just out of Mike's chest.

The others all laughed a bit softly for a moment, finding it amusing that she said that straight after being electrocuted by the metal object.

"Of course you would say that." Issac mused teasingly lifting a hand to ruffle her messier hair, being knelt in front of her and Mike, as his worries had now vanished, but still there was thoughts lingering about coming back to the pizzeria anymore.

She playfully rolled her eyes leaning her side against Mike's chest, grabbing Issac's hand in hers to squeeze it reassuringly, "What? It's true though." She sluggishly shrugged, throwing away his hand from hers now.

He sent her a pointed look flashing the finger for a second, until he was pulled back away by Abby wanting to show him something in her drawing back, making those two hope off the stage walking towards the exist.

Vanessa looked between the two left on the stage as the animatronics go back to their spots, and she saw the guilty look on Mike's face holding (Y/N), "Come on, guys." She tells them standing up with a huff, "I think you should get her home, and finish early tonight."

The Diaz girl snapped her head up wincing a bit feeling pain in her side, and opened her mouth to protest not wanting to be the party pooper, but Vanessa's warning look made her instantly shut her mouth.

Mike licked his dry bottom lip nervously, brushing back some of her locks off her sweaty forehead, "Can you walk?" He asked in a coo, moving his hands to grasp her waist and back, "If not, I'll carry you love."

She hesitated for a brief moment, feeling the soreness in her limbs. Despite the pain, she didn't want to burden Mike further, and also she was very self concouios of her weight also.

"I... I think I can manage," She replied sheepishly, attempting to push herself up. But her body protested, sending a sharp pang through her, causing her to gasp in pain.

Before she could protest further, Mike's expression softened, and stopped her squirming movements to stand up. He shot her a narrowed-eye look, a mix of determination and concern in his gaze, knowing exactly what she was thinking inside her mind.

"Like I said before, you're not heavy, (Y/N)." He reminded firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. With surprising ease, he stood tall to scoop her up into his arms, holding her in a bridal style embrace.

She felt her face flush with embarrassment, her heart racing as she clung onto him tightly despite the pain, being in his arms provided an unexpected sense of comfort and safety.

Resting the side of her head onto his shoulder, she caught onto the four animatronics waving goodbye to her which had her lips perking up softly, returning the farewell with a smile instead, as Mike lead them towards the open door where Vanessa was waiting for them.

"You guys have everything?" Vanessa asked in a sharp tone mostly directed at Mike, lifting up a hand to rub (Y/N)'s shoulder softly seeing how exhausted she was.

Mike pulled the Diaz girl a bit closer to his chest not liking Vanessa touching her, and nodded his head a little, "Y-yeah- Issac packed the supplies already in the car." He answered in a bit of a scratchy tone, leaning his chin on her head briefly.

Vanessa light lipped smile at him, shuffling out of the way to motion with her hand outside, "Right. Go put (Y/N) in the car, and we'll take after that." She told giving no time to argue, as she was spinning back around to lock up Freddy's for the night.

The cold atmosphere of the night instantly hit them the movement they entered outside, causing Mike to tuck her head into his neck feeling her shiver a bit, and adjusted his grip on her as he walked over to his car in the parking lot.

Issac was already inside the car trying to assure himself and Abby in the back seat, the girl showing him the drawings she recently made of them four, and left the front seat door open for Mike which he thanked Issac inside his head for.

Once he arrived at the car, Mike gently placed (Y/N) inside the front seat, his eyes never leaving her. He reassuringly hushed her when she winced in pain as she settled into the seat, his lips pressing a tender kiss onto her temple.

"I'll be back in a second, okay?" He whispered softly, his voice a soothing calm to her pain, and buckled her seat belt over her waist carefully, as it had her trying not to freak out over him being so close.

Issac looked up from the little girls drawing hearing the commotion, and frowned corned spotting his sister sitting in the front seat quietly. He placed his hand onto her shoulder with a small squeeze, making her press her cheek onto it to show him she was alright for now.

Closing the door gently, Mike walked around the car to Vanessa, his expression tight with worry, "I don't know what to say." He mumbled in a low tone, hand tucking themselves into his jumper pockets.

Vanessa sighed heavily crossing her arms over her chest, and shakes her head, "Just go home, Mike." She retorted turning away for a second, eyes flickering to the car where the Diaz girls figure was, "Take care of (Y/N). She could of been seriously hurt tonight taking that blow for Abby."

He clenched his jaw a bit apprehensively, and shuffled in his spot staring at her walking away, "What are you so afraid of?" He questioned making Vanessa stop just short of her car, "In the storage room... I saw your eyes. You were terrified."

She snaps her head around to him now having a scowl across her features, and marched back up to Mike, "You can do whatever you want with your own life, but if you ever bring (Y/N) or Abby back here again," She started in a sneering warning, "I will shoot you."

And with that she stormed off back to her car getting inside to start it up, and drove away leaving Mike standing there in the car park, feeling like a total idiot realising his biggest mistake.

Mike opened the door to his car also slipping inside quietly with a dragged out sigh, as (Y/N)'s worried gaze falls onto him seeing how upset he looked staring straight ahead into the distance, not even saying a word to her nor grabbing her hand like he usually did.

"She looked so angry." Abby's small voice broke the silence between the four of them in the car, catching Issac's and his twins attention, "Why does everyone always look at you that way?"

Issac shot his head toward her with wide eyes, quietly scolding her for saying that about Mike. While (Y/N)'s heart was clenching for Mike, staring at his slumped figure in the driving seat, wanting to reach out and comfort him, but decided against it.

The car ride home was eerily quiet, heavy with the unspoken tension of the night's events. (Y/N) felt it in the way Mike's grip on the steering wheel was tighter than usual, in the way his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, avoiding any interaction.

Normally, his fingers would be intertwined with hers, and their conversation would fill the silence, but tonight, he seemed distant, lost in his own thoughts.

Arriving home, Issac took charge, leading Abby away to get her ready for bed. He shot Mike a knowing look, silently asking him to take care of (Y/N), as he hoped out of the car with the yawing little girl.

Without a word, Mike nodded, his eyes softening briefly before they hardened again, masking an inner turmoil. As the door closed behind them, he carried (Y/N) inside again bridal style.

"Hold onto me, sweet girl." Were his only hoarse words whispered against her ear, stubble brushing against her skin, his arms secure around her feeling her pain as if it were his own, as he silently walked through the hallway.

She listened to his words gripping onto the material of his jumper, not really understanding why he was doing this, nor acting the way he was. She tried to find his glossed over eyes with her own, but he kept moving away purposely.

In the bathroom, he pushed the door half closed walking over to the sink, and set her down gently on the counter, his touch as delicate as a whisper. His eyes, usually warm and comforting, now held a storm of guilt and regret.

She leant her back just onto the mirror being careful not to bump her injuries, and placed her hands onto her thighs, not knowing where else to sit them right now in the small bathroom.

He gently parted her thighs for him to slip in between them, lowered eyes focusing on a spot on her side that he knew had a burn, "C-can I lift this up for a second?" His raspy voice questioned, tugging gently at his jumper around her body.

With a swallow she nodded softly still not being able to look into his eyes, as he gently used his fingers to lift up the clothing. His gaze turned more glossy seeing how her skin looked, the wound on her side was a vivid tapestry of pain and raw skin.

He released a shaky breath feeling guilt tug at his heart strings even more, "I'm gonna need to clean this, okay?" He murmured his warning, squeezing where he had lifted up the jumper on her body.

"It's okay, Mikey." She whispered reassuringly touching his hand on her, that she could feel trembling now and sent him a halfheartedly smile, "I trust you. Always."

With tender precision and not looking at her, he began cleansing the wound, using a mild antiseptic solution that stung at first before providing a cooling relief.

As he dabbed the cotton swab over the burn, she winced, her breath catching in her throat. He murmured soothing words cooing, his voice a soft melody meant to distract her from the pain.

Next, he carefully applied a thin layer of burn ointment, his touch was feather-light, as if he feared causing her any more discomfort. Once the ointment was in place, he gently covered the wound with a sterile dressing, securing it in position with medical tape.

The room was filled with the sound of hushed apologies and the soft rustle of cleaning wipes, both of them enveloped in a cloud of unspoken words and hidden emotions once he had finished his work.

When he went to turn away towards the door, she gently maneuvered herself, trapping him between her legs on the sink counter. She could see he wanted to speak about something, but was holding back from her.

"What's wrong?" She asked gently placing her hands onto his forearms now feeling no more pain from her side, and lowered her head to find his gaze, "I know you wanna tell me something, so please do."

Mike shakes his heads perching his hands onto her thighs giving them a squeeze, and swallows the lump in his throat, "S'nothing for you to worry about." He rasped still avoiding her eyes.

(Y/N)'s nose flared at this, and reached out to pinch his chin with her forefinger and thumb, forcefully direction his eyes to hers, "No. Don't do that, Mike." She whispered firmly, "Don't shut me out like that, not now."

His throat bobbled as he gulped to ease his dry throat, his tear-filled gaze finding solace in her unwavering stare. In that moment, he broke down, the floodgates of his emotions opening wide.

"I can't help but feel it's all my fault," He whimpered, voice raw with self-blame, digging his fingers into the flesh of her thighs trembling, "You got hurt because of me. Many times at that. I dragged you into this mess."

She shushed him, her hands cupping his face as she looked deep into his soul, "Mike," She whispered unwavering, "it was my choice to be there with you. I made that decision on my own. I'd follow you anywhere, do anything for you. We're in this together."

Trembling hands grip more onto her thighs hearing those words, his lips quiver with every strained breath, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and Abby, sweetheart." He admits in a voice crack, the guilt he was feeling eating away at his aching heart.

"I know, I feel the same way." She cooed softly, heart clenching at how he was being vulnerable around her unlike usual, and rubbed her thumbs over his stubbled cheeks.

He blinked away the tears burning his gaze, shifting up his hands to grip her waist not tightly being careful of her wounds, "I can't lose you, (Y/N). I refuse to." He whispered, voice laced with a desperation she had never heard before, "I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt anymore because of me."

She released a shaky breath knowing what he was hinting at, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on his cheeks, "Mike," She said softly, in an emphatic tone, "we promised to face everything together, didn't we?"

He nodded, his eyes pleading with her to understand his fear as they flickered between hers, "I know, but that place.. it's dangerous. And it's hurting you more than me." He rasped tremulously, "I need you safe. Please, stay home next shift."

Feeling conflicted, she bumped her nose against his, her breath brushing against his lips, "I don't want to go alone either," She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, "But I'll stay home, for you. Even If I think I should be going with you."

A tear escaped Mike's eye tracing a path down his cheek, as relief flooded his features and she brushed it away with her thumb, offering him a soft, reassuring smile.

He rested his forehead against hers as he sighed in utter gratitude, "Thank you, baby." he murmured thick with emotion, "I'll always come back to you, (Y/N). No matter where I am or what dangers I face, I'll find my way back to your arms. I promise."

She caressed both of his cheeks in her palms for a second, just staying there in the position they were in, before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him flushed against her chest, legs tigthing around his waist more.

"You and me, Mike. Just like all those years back when you promised me." She breathed out running her fingers through his messy locks, feeling his shoulders trembling against her, and he buries his face in the crook of her neck, holding onto her as if she were his lifeline.

Though even with the loving embrace going on between those two lost souls, Mike knew in the morning (Y/N) would be disappointed in him.

Probably to the point where she didn't want to talk to him anymore, and he knew nothing could prepare him for the the girl he loved to the moon and back to loath him.

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The soft morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of cooking food, wafting from the kitchen and snaking its way through the house, enticing the senses.

(Y/N) stirred in Mike's bed, her body instinctively reaching out for his warmth that normally was around her figure, only to find the spot next to her empty.

Frowning in confusion, she stretched her stiff body and got up, slipping into one of his oversized shirts from the cupboard, and some black sweatpants. As she moved through her morning routine, a sense of unease settled in her stomach.

Exiting the room, she met Isaac already up in the hallway, his face etched with concern. He gestured urgently toward the kitchen, his expression a mix of distress and anger. Curiosity mingled with her growing worry, and she followed him into the kitchen.

The sight that greeted her there was enough to freeze her in her tracks. Abby stood near the table, her young face pale with horror. In the living room, Jane stood there, someone unexpected and entirely out of place from what happed last time with her.

(Y/N)'s heart raced as her eyes met the Mike's saddened ones sitting at the table, fear and confusion swirling in her mind. There was no way he was doing what she though he was, right? Not after agreeing they'd take care of Abby together, and not leave her to the shitty Aunt.

"Wow, there's my favorite little girl." Jane appeared from out of the kitchen holding a cup of coffee, and wearing Issac's pink apron, which had the male cursing in spanish to his twin standing beside him.

Abby took a step back seeing Jan standing there with a smile, her hand finding (Y/N)'s needing some support, and felt a squeeze back in return, as Issac's arm came around her shoulders also.

"Come have a seat, all right?" Mike talks to his little sister steadily, arms folded together to calm his nerves knowing he was about to be the hated, by the two who mattered to him the most.

The Diaz girl swallowed to easy her dry throat feeling his eyes now land on her figure, probably because she had his clothes on, and wanted to see her reaction.

"Mike, what's going on?" She asked in a trembling voice, trying not to jump to conclusions but he never told her about doing this, which somewhat hurt her in a way, "I thought we agreed on this already."

He just gave her a defeated look that had her heart twisting inside her chest, and turned away not wanting to cry in front of everyone, as he felt the same way right now, hence the way his knee was bouncing.

"What did you do?" Abby's question broke the silence looking to Mike for answers, hand holding onto the older girls getting stronger, heart broken to think he would do this when she trusted him not to.

Jane stays quiet happily sipping from the mug standing off to the side, ignoring Issac's glare he was sending her, and Mike clears his throat, "Abby, look, I think if you just sit down, we can explain it to you, okay?"

"No." Abby whispered, causing Mike to close his eyes for a second and opening them to glance at (Y/N) for help, but was met a stubborn head shake, shooting another pain into his already hurting heart.

"I promise you, this is not what you think it is." He tried to tell her, but Abby wasn't listening to his reasonings, and only thought that he was going to give her away to their Aunt, which was the one thing she rather die than have to experience.

Abby squeezes the Diaz girls hand in hers, other fist clenched into a ball, "I hate you. I hate you, Mike!" She exclaimed running off before anyone else could speak, leaving Issac to straight away chase after the girl down the hallway.

Once she made it to her room she slammed her door shut. (Y/N) swallowed hard looking at the hurt expression on Mike's face, heart clenching again for him as she sighs heavily, and goes after Abby as well.

Before she could however Mike was up behind her very quickly, just as Jane walked back into the kitchen smiling. At the same time, he reached out to grasp (Y/N)'s left wrist in his warm, shaking hand.

"W-wait, sweetheart-" His hoarse voice stumbled out, spinning her around by the wrist to face his despaired features, "please just listen to me for a second."

She furrowed her brows feeling his fingers brush along the inside of her wrist, before she slipped her hand out of his, "I need to go talk to Abby, and try to ease out her resentment for you right now, Mike." She tells him sharply.

"I don't mind if you didn't tell me about this, but your sister deserved to know at least." She finished giving his wounded figure one last glance, before walking down the hallway trying to ignore his gaze on her from behind.

Jane trails out of the kitchen again once the girl had left, a smirk playing on her lips sipping from the coffee mug smugly, "Well, I think that went well." She commented gaining a bitter scowl from Mike, and stormed off to his own room to get his stuff ready for another shift, the final one.

❪ ✏️ ❫ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 : 3962
─►☆ AUTHOR'S NOTE :
not one of my longest chaps but the scenes with mike make up for it (hopefully) but we are getting closer to the end of the movie as well WHICH I DON'T WANT MANNN 😓

my writing is about to be tested also with the next chapter with how its gonna be more effecting y/n whatever is happening inside her head more than irl and i've never had to write stuff like that
before so im hoping i do it justice 🤪

i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter🫶 please don't be silent readers, lmk what you think MWAHHH