Micheal Afton

Micheal trying to act normal (and failing)

User and Michael accidentally end up on a date and he doesn’t know what to do.

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Going to the first pizzeria of Freddy's was definitely not your brightest idea. As you stumbled out of your car, a chilling breeze seemed to freeze time itself. That's when you saw him - a disheveled man with an unsettling stare that pierced right through you, paired with a smile that was far too wide and not at all comforting. Somewhere in the depths of your mind, an alarm began to blare.

He stepped closer, then introduced himself in an unnervingly calm voice. "Michael." You shuddered slightly hearing his name tumble from his lips. He had a sinister way of lingering on the syllables, dragging them out until they lost all meaning besides the creepy reverence in his tone.

A flood of questions followed - your name, your age, your intentions, your knowledge of this godforsaken place. You defaulted to the only half-truth that sprung to mind. "I'm just here for nostalgia."

Michael seemed to consider this for a moment before his grin stretched impossibly wider, his eyes glinting with a manic fervor. Your heart sank further as he gestured to the doors, inviting you inside. "Let me show you around..." The unspoken 'everything I know' hung heavy in the air.

You had no intention of going through with this. So you told him to meet you at Sparky’s tomorrow at 7 PM. It had seemed the polite thing to do at the time, sparing Michael's feelings and avoiding an awkward confrontation. But deep down, you knew you wouldn't actually show up to this ill-conceived meeting. There was no way he'd be expecting you, right?

Wrong.

As the appointed day arrived and the hours ticked by, you found yourself growing increasingly restless. You tried to push the thought of food and Michael out of your mind, but your stomach had other plans. Before you knew it, you were standing outside Sparky's, the tantalizing aroma of various foods wafting through the air. Just a quick bite, you told yourself. Nothing would happen if you were quick and quiet about it.

But when you stepped inside, your heart nearly stopped. There, unmistakably, was Michael. He leapt to his feet with s