I'm aliiiiive! Hello readers, I know I've disappeared for like 2 years and it was never my intention to do so! I apologize for the absence.
Anywho, I've started a new story(I know, I really need to update my other ones!) and it's sort of an FNAF and Soul Eater crossover but not really.
I don't own anything except my imagination!
"'It'll be fun!' they said. 'It's only for one night," they said," mutters Michael Schmidt before slipping on mud. He had been dragged into the woods by his friends to 'relax' and get away from his school troubles. An hour after they all went to bed Mike had to use the bathroom but got turned around amongst the dark trees. Then, it started storming, which only made navigating the the dark that much harder. He also forgot his phone. If he wasn't such a coward he would be yelling and screaming for his friends, but shouting in dark woods at night is very dangerous. Now, he is just trying to find shelter from the storm, the last thing he needs is to get sick.
Luckily, Mike did remember to bring a flashlight. He uses it to survey the area around him and spies a dark spot in a few rocks through the thick rain. Carefully, he maneuvers towards the dark shape and sighs as the cold rain stops pounding into him. Mike points his flashlight deeper into the cave but he still can't see the end of it. He debates on what to do.
"It doesn't look or sound like it's going to stop anytime soon," Mike mutters to himself. He decides to go explore the cave so he can move around and warm himself up. His footsteps get louder the farther he goes in, until he reaches the end of the tunnel about twenty yards away from the entrance. Mike shines his flashlight around before shrugging and turning around. He decides to walk slower this time, he isn't sure why. He is about halfway back to the cave entrance when he hears a quiet whistle, the kind of whistle you hear when the wind blows just right. Mike focuses in on the wall of leaves and vines to his right. He hesitantly reaches out and slips his fingers through the curtain of vegetation, only to feel air on the other side instead of hard rock.
Mike hesitantly pushes the greenery aside and shines his flashlight into this newly discovered passage. The bottom seems to angle downwards and is shaped like a primitive staircase. Mike walks down slowly, not wanting to fall, break something and get stuck down here. Oddly, Mike starts seeing a light that only gets brighter the farther down he goes. When he finally reaches the bottom he doesn't even need his flashlight on.
Once Mike's feet are on sturdy ground he gapes at the enormous cavern, stalagmites and stalactites are everywhere but what catches his attention is the glowing pool across from him. He approaches and sees that the water is clear all the way to the bottom, but it has a pure white glow at the pool's edges and is absolutely still, like a mirror. He waits for a drop to fall and disrupt the pool but none do.
In what Mike suspects to be the center lies a large glowing pale blue rock at the bottom of the lake. His curiosity gets the better of him. He doesn't want to get wet, so he looks for stepping stones to help him get to the center of the pool. It takes him a moment to realize there are smooth flat rocks that are level with the water's surface. They're almost impossible to see. He steps on the trail of stones until he is right above the glowing rock. He kneels down and tries to study the rock through the glass-like lake. It looks like a dark shape is in the rock. Mike squints and leans closer to the water. After a few seconds his eyes widen.
"H-hold on!" he shouts as he removes his flashlight and shirt before diving into the water. The closer Mike gets, the more horror he feels. The dark shape Mike was trying to see better is the same shape as an anthromon, a creature with a human body and animal appendages with supernatural abilities. He swims as fast as he can towards the rock, smashing his fist against the hard surface surrounding the anthromon.
Mike gets in a few more hits in before having to return to the surface to gasp for air. When he breaks the water he processes what he saw.
The anthromon was small, almost like a child, it was hard to tell what kind it had been, dog, cat, or something else. He suspects it has brown or black hair. Mike inhales a huge gulp of air before diving back down, hoping the anthromon was okay. When Mike reaches the large rock again he starts pounding it, only stopping when he realizes he's bleeding. Mike decides to ignore it and is about to start hitting the rock some more but notices his blood starts dissolving the shell surrounding the anthromon. So he starts wiping his blood over the surface of the rock, hoping that would speed up the process.
Once enough of the hard shell is gone, and Mike has to get another breath in that amount of time, he pries the small anthromon out of the hard casing and into his arms, kicking as fast as he can towards the surface. He places the anthromon on the flat stone where his shirt and flashlight are. They both cough water out of their lungs before the anthromon shivers and curls up in the fetal position. Mike hastily gets out of the water and is going to put his shirt back on but instead slips it over the anthromon, hoping it can provide some warmth in the cool cavern, he bundles the shirt snugly around the unresponsive form.
Mike picks up his flashlight and uses it to maneuver out of the cavern with his right hand and clutches the small body to his chest with the left. The caution Mike had before about falling on the primitive stone steps is long gone as he races up them to the tunnel. After blasting past the curtain of shrubbery and dashing towards the cave entrance Mike is happy to see the rain is over. The sky is still full of dark clouds that threaten more rain could come and Mike hopes it doesn't. He really needs to get this anthromon dry and warm, a storm would do the opposite. He picks up the pace when he hears a rumble from the sky and starts shouting for his friends, disregarding the danger that could cause.
"Savannah! Horace! Help!" He desperately calls, hoping they could hear him.
"Mike!" comes a response. He turns and sees lights coming towards him, the flashlight beams from his friends.
"Mike what are you doing out here? It's dangerous!" Savannah scolds. She has a dark blue raincoat on over her red pajamas. Beside her is her anthromon, Horace, a hawk anthromon, in black sweats and parka. His eyes keep darting into the trees, alert for any danger before focusing on Mike and the bundle in his arms. The hawk's sharp eyes widen.
"Mike, what is that?" Horace rasps, taking a step away from him, the hawk's eyes zero in on the bundle in Mike's arms.
"Listen, I found this anthromon and it really needs medical attention, I think it has hypothermia and isn't responsive to touch," Mike hurriedly explains while trying to catch his breath. Savannah gasps before leading the way back to the camp, Mike follows quickly.
Once back at their campsite they pack up, Savannah ordering Mike to put on a shirt and raincoat so he doesn't get sick and then throws towels and a thick blanket at him. Mike jerks the clothing on carelessly before picking the small anthromon up and jumping into the backseat of Savannah's jeep. She hops in after him but Horace doesn't. The hawk kept glancing at the small anthromon the entire time they were packing up, it almost seemed like he was scared of the smaller anthromon.
"Horace we need to go now!" Savannah snaps when he hesitates. He reluctantly climbs in and they tear onto the path back to town. Mike knows it takes about an hour to get to town from their campsite at the speed limit. Even if they speed it will take at least a half hour to get to town, let alone the hospital, which is on the opposite side of town from where they would enter it.
"Savannah-" Mike starts.
"I know, I'll speed so much the cops won't even see us," Savannah mutters. Mike sighs and focuses on the cold body in his lap. Mike removes the towel, tosses it on the floor and grabs a clean one to help dry the wet form. The small anthromon doesn't move but stays curled in the fetal position. Mike notices for the first time it's wearing what looks like a white shawl, but isn't. It's more like someone cut white fabric into a circle and then cut another circle in the center for a head to go through. A white bandana is tied around the anthromon's head so the hair is covered and the knot is under its chin. Still tufts of...brown, Mike is pretty sure it's brown, hair stuck out every which way. Mike can't see it's tail but the ears are round and tiny. It's body is small, about the size of a four-year old, unhealthily light. The worst is its skin, which is pale, much too cold and covered in bruises and cuts. Mike checks its pulse and starts panicking.
"Savannah, I can barely feel its heartbeat, what do I do?" Mike doesn't know that much about anthromons but Savannah does.
"What?" she barks, a hysteric edge to her voice. The jeep swerves a little but Horace puts a hand on her arm. She inhales slowly and shoots him a brief smile before looking back to the road.
"Mike, you need to make a bond," Savannah says calmly.
"M-make a bond?" Mike stutters. He couldn't do that, to make a bond is to make a life-changing connection with an anthromon, he couldn't just do that to this poor kid. Plus, he could be sentenced to a life in prison for bonding with an underage anthromon.
"Mike listen! If you make a bond with him, then you can help him stabilize and we can make it to the hospital," Savannah explains. Mike keeps his fingers on the anthromon's neck as Savannah talks, his mind in an uproar.
'Why am I hesitating? If I bond with this anthromon I can finally get into the academy...but to bond with a child is illegal, there is always the chance I would get less than a life sentence if I explain that I was trying to save the anthromon's life but…' Mike debates with himself.
"Mike," grows Horace. The hawk motions toward the child and Mike gasps, the fetal position is dissolving and the kid is going limp. Without giving it a second thought Mike asks, "Savannah, how do I make a bond?"
"You need to give something you find valuable to him and call his name."
"But I don't know his name and that's it, seriously?"
"Yes, and if you don't know his name then find something extremely valuable and name him. He's still a child so naming him should be enough to make a bond," Savannah explains.
"This is wrong, a child should never be in a bond and even worse it's a-" Horace is cut off by police sirens, Mike can see flashing red and blue lights reflected in the car's mirrors.
"Shit," Savannah hisses as she speeds up even more. Mike is glad he doesn't know how fast they are going. The cop car keeps pace with them, Savannah doesn't stop.
"Hurry up, Mike!" Savannah snaps. Mike tenses as he stares at the little anthromon in his lap. It looks so sick and Mike wants to help. To get into the school he wants he needs an anthromon so why is he hesitating? Mike sighs, because anthromons this young are never supposed to be bonded to humans and for him to do so would take away its freedom. The anthromon shivers, it's weaker than the one before but this time, it opens its eyes. Mike gasps and holds the anthromon closer, watching its eyelids slowly open, just enough for blue slits to lock with his.
"Mike, what's happening?" Savannah asks, worry lacing her voice at his silence. Mike can feel Horace's eyes on them but Mike can't seem to look away from the little anthromon's eyes. They scream pain and have a dullness to them, but the longer he stares the more Mike is convinced that this little guy wants to survive. Mike will bond with him and damn the consequences. Mike reaches into his backpack, unzips an inside pocket, pulls out a satin sapphire ribbon and ties it loosely around the anthromon's neck.
"Freddy, that's you new name," Mike says quietly. He gazes back into the anthromon's blue eyes. As soon as their eyes meet Mike feels the world fall away, for that second in time it is just him and the anthro-no, Freddy. Nothing else exists and it is an amazing feeling.
All too soon it's over, the rest of the world comes rushing back in, blaring sirens, Savannah's panicked voice and the cold skin of his anthromon. Freddy must have felt it to, because he shivers and curls into a ball. Mike grabs another clean towel and starts drying Freddy.
"That's what it's like to bond? It felt...amazing. And I feel like I can understand Freddy's emotions," Mike says to Savannah.
"I know," she smiles.
/
Mike finds the few seconds it takes for Horace to jump out and move the passenger seat forward excruciatingly long. Once it's finally out of the way Mike dashes out of the car and into the hospital, completely ignoring the cops shouting at him to stop. Once Freddy is safely in a doctor's care Mike answers a nurse's questions as honestly as possible, although she looks at him with disgust.
The nurse disappears and her spot is taken by two cops, Savannah, and Horace. The anthro cops look displeased and start firing questions at him, the human cop and his friends stay silent. Mike answers honestly, about how he found Freddy, why they were in the woods in the first place and yes, the cop could ask the doctor or nurse about him. When the human cop asks if he could see this anthromon Mike hesitates, he might not get in trouble for being in the car for speeding but he will definitely have cuffs put on him for bonding with an underage anthromon. Mike answers that the doctor hasn't come back yet to buy himself time. The human cop walks over to his anthromon partner and they seem to discuss what to do about this strange occurrence.
"Mr. Schmidt?" a voice asks calmly. Mike hurries over to the female doctor. She gives him a gentle smile and Mike calms down.
"Luckily, you got here quickly," she looks behind him at the cops he can feel watching him, "maybe a little too quickly for some people, and that made more of a difference that you can imagine. She seems to be stable and recovering quickly. Now I want you to tell me one more time what happened-"
"Wait, she?" Mike breathes out.
"Hm? Yes, she...I think you should tell me what happened Mr. Schmidt," the doctor concludes, motioning towards two empty chairs. Mike gratefully sinks into one and the doctor sits in the other. Mike scratches his head and starts retelling the night's events again. When he finishes he studies the doctor's face, looking to see if she believes him. Her face is thoughtful, "I believe you, Mr. Schmidt," she declares. Mike blinks in shock, nobody else has believed him. At his surprise she starts to explain.
"When I was helping...Freddy? I noticed a few things that didn't make sense before but do now that I've heard your story," she says. Mike sighs in relief, finally someone believes him. "And if you told me everything then, I might need to fill you in on a few things, but my guess is you want to see her?" Mike nods, he really needs to see that Freddy is okay for himself.
He and the doctor walk down a few halls, take a few turns and finally enter a room. Mike rushes towards the bed by the window where Freddy is lying. Mike takes hi-her hand. Freddy weakly opens her eyes and closes them after meeting his. Then her breathing evens out and her body relaxes.
"What do I need to know doctor?" Mike asks quietly as she pushes a seat over for him to sit on. She grabs another from near the doorway and situates herself beside him.
"Well, your anthromon is female, which I'm guessing you didn't know?" she asks with a slight smile. Mike chuckles, "We were so busy just trying to get here and the clothes she had on are something I had never seen before...but her hair was short so I just assumed she was a boy. Otherwise, I would have named her something more girly.." Mike trails off.
"I see. But if you named her Freddy when you bonded then you can't change it, I'm afraid." Mike nods, he assumed as much. "Well, other than her sex, your anthromon is a bear and a royal at that," the doctor beams at him.
"Um, I know bear anthros are rare but what's a royal?" Mike asks blankly. He doesn't know a lot about anthromons, his family never had one and he only knew a few of the basics from school. The doctor stares at him, her face unbelieving.
"L-look my family has never had any anthromons and I only know a little about them from school," Mike answers defensively. The doctor shakes her head, "Sorry, that makes sense. It's just, usually guardians know more when they come in bonded," she explains. Mike gives her a blank look again. The doctor sighs.
"Ok, in a bond the human is called their guardian, in the anthromonic hierarchy predators are thought of as more powerful than non-predators, but bears are different because they are one of the few animals that can be considered both a predator or not depending on how you, the guardian, raise it. That and bears, like most powerful predators, are very hard to bond with, you're lucky you managed it. And a royal is the name guardians use to label anthromons that are extremely powerful. Although royals can only be identified as such by other anthromons, something about emanating a powerful aura. I'm afraid I don't know the details of it all but I do know you will want to be careful, royals are prime targets for poachers. You know those are anthromon hunters, right?"
"I have heard of poachers," Mike confirms, his hand grips Freddy's a little tighter. "What were her injuries?" he asks. As he notices all the bandages wrapped around her limbs, the IV in her arm and hospital gown she was wearing.
"She has multiple cuts and bruises all over her body, she is severely malnourished and dehydrated. She was close to getting hypothermia but because you got here so quickly we were able to fight it off," the doctor pauses, "but, the weird part about her injuries, that make more sense after hearing your story, is that they are old, but showed no signs of aging. If she was encased in something that froze her in stasis it would freeze her wounds so they couldn't heal but don't get worse either. But no technology or magic that I know of like that exists…" the doctor trails off as she looks out the window, thinking.
Mike let her so he could process what she said. 'Freddy is a girl, and a bear, which is rare, and even more amazing is that I became the guardian of a royal, one of the most powerful types of anthromons that exist. But Freddy is physically hurt way more than I thought, almost like…'
Mike's head snaps up, his heart beating faster. "Doctor, are Freddy's injuries similar to...physical abuse?" he asks quickly. The doctor looks at him, then at Freddy and her face goes dark. "It's better if you don't know, Mr. Schmidt," she says in a way that doesn't leave room for argument. Mike is about to push the subject when the glass door to the room opens. In walks an older man in a crisp suit with a beautiful dove anthromon beside him. Mike has no idea who he is, but the doctor seems to. She stands up and smiles.
"Headmaster Vanheim! I should have known you would be here soon."
"As soon as I received notice of who was here I came. Now who is this?" the older man asks as he offers his hand for Mike to shake.
"Mr. Vanheim?" Mike askes as he shakes the older man's hand, but refuses to move away from Freddy. Vanheim nods.
"And you are?" he asks?
"Michael, Michael Schmidt." Mike responds. He also reaches out to shakes hands with the dove anthromon, but her gaze is stuck on Freddy.
"Angel, what's wrong? You are being rude," Vanheim scolds lightly. The dove ignores him and approaches Freddy's bed. Mike tenses the at her proximity.
"It's true," the dove gasps. At her words Freddy opens her eyes and meets the dove's. As soon as their eyes meet the dove falls to a knee with one hand over her heart, the other behind her back and her head down in a bow. Freddy blinks in confusion before turning to Mike. He sits down again and clasps Freddy's hand between both of his. He doesn't know what's happening either. Freddy's eyes droop after a few seconds and after a few more she falls asleep again. As soon as she is Angel gasps and throws her hands forward to catch herself from falling. Vanheim hurries to her side and rubs her back reassuringly.
"What happened?" he asks her quietly so as not to disturb Freddy again. Angel grasps his shoulder and answers in a shaky voice, "She really is a royal, and more powerful than anything I've felt before."
"Hmm…" Vanheim looks at Freddy and Mike, thinking. Mike doesn't like the look on his face one bit.
"Mr. Schmidt, how would you like to enroll in Night Academy?" Vanheim smiles at Mike.
/
"You could have just told me I didn't have a choice," Mike sulks. In all honesty, this is the school he wants to get into. Night Academy is on the cutting edge of technology and their programs are super elite. Mike shivers at the thought of all the devices he could get his hands on. The problem with enrollment was tuition and having a bonded anthromon. Night Academy is one of the top rated schools for training Guardians, or the human partners of anthromons, in every field imaginable. To enroll in the academy you had to be bonded with one.
So Mike has mixed feelings about being forced to enroll in the academy. On one hand he gets to go to his dream school and study what he loves-but, he has to work for the school to help pay his tuition and has to bring Freddy into Headmaster Vanheim's office every week for checkups in order for Mike to stay bonded with her. Mike shudders at the memory of the trial he had to go to so he wouldn't be arrested for bonding with an underage anthromon. He almost was arrested until Headmaster Vanheim stepped in, explained everything to the judge and, with what Mike suspected to be blackmail, was able to convince the judge that Mike should be Freddy's caretaker.
So now he sits in the Headmaster's office with said man and their two anthromons.
"Haha! If I had told you that then you would have tried to run away, no? Besides my school is the safest place for Freddy to be," Vanheim says as he motions towards Freddy. After the hospital had let her go, with specific instructions for Mike to follow to ensure a full recovery, Vanheim swept them away and put them in the Academy. Freddy still hasn't spoken to Mike and is still too weak to do much on her own yet. She actually slept in Mike's arms during the car ride to the Academy. She woke up when Angel brought lunch into the office where Vanheim and Mike were working out the details of his enrollment and the complicated restrictions Mike has to deal with in order to keep Freddy.
"So Headmaster-"
"Just Vanheim is fine, Mike."
"Ok, Vanheim, the judge said I have to do weekly checkups, which I'm fine with, but he also said that I cannot have her fight in any battles. I know it's required for all students to battle with their bonded anthromon every year in the Night Tournament. How am I supposed to not battle with Freddy in the tournament?" Mike asks. When he was researching Night Academy he looked up the Night Tournament, which is an all campus tournament which every student is required to participate, no matter the major. This is part of the reason why anthromons are required to enroll.
"A valid point Mike. Luckily, I have an idea on how to fix that. For now though, I think it would be best if you and Freddy get settled in and she gets more rest. You have a week before classes start, Angel and I are here to help in any way we can. Now, go get settled into your new room!"
Mike follows Angel out of the room, amused when Freddy grabs a few more pastries from the table they had been eating lunch at when Mike stood with her in his arms. Angel leads them down a few floors and around a few corners until they exit the front door and Mike gets his first good look at the Academy from the inside.
"Ah!" Mike and Angel instantly look at Freddy who is staring in awe at the gardens and buildings. The gardens are all packed with different flowers from around the world and the buildings have a Gothic theme. Freddy looks around with wide blue eyes, her head turning every which way. When she notices Angel and Mike staring at her, she blushes and buries her face in Mike's chest. He chuckles, as Angel smiles.
She hops into a golf cart a few feet away, loops around the main building they were just in, and takes a dirt path into the Academy's small forest for a few minutes before they stop in front of a small cabin.
"Um...where are we?" Mike asks, he has a bad feeling about this. Angel shoots him a smirk, "Why, this is where you will be staying Mr. Schmidt."
Mike pales as he looks at the small cabin. Angel giggles as she grabs one of his two bags from the back of the cart. Mike hurries to grab the other while balancing Freddy. Angel puts down his bag on the porch while she searches for something in her pockets. She pulls out a key and uses it to unlock the door.
The inside is better than Mike imagined it, all the furniture is modern, the wood floors have plenty of carpets for bare feet to walk on. The kitchen has all the modern appliances Mike could need. The living room has a fireplace, a real one, and a TV is along the wall adjacent to it. Mike finds three bedrooms upstairs, one bathroom up and one bathroom down.
"I know this isn't what you were expecting Mr. Schmidt. This cabin is much nicer than a dorm the rest of the students use, but you have...special circumstances. It will be easier for you to work off your tuition, attend classes, and raise Freddy from here than in a dorm," Angel explains as she puts the bag down and starts opening windows to let fresh air in.
"What exactly is my job anyway?"
"Vanheim thought it would be best if your job was a little more...isolated," Angel says hesitantly.
"What? Why?" Mike feels a little offended.
"Well, Mr. Schmidt, you have special legal permission to remain bonded with Freddy. Even though you do have official permission, some anthromons and humans won't be able to accept your bond with an underage anthromon, no matter the circumstances. People have been raised on the horror stories of what happens to underage anthromons when they are bonded. I fear you will have to tackle quite a few challenges."
Mike doesn't realize he is clutching Freddy tighter until she starts struggling in his grip.
"Ah, sorry Freddy. I got distracted," Mike explains with a reassuring smile. Freddy looks at him for a minute before pointing at the fireplace. Mike puts her down a few feet away before turning back to Angel.
"Ok, so you're telling me that I'm probably going to be challenged to duels and looked down on because I bonded with Freddy?" Angel nods. "Well that's just great! What else is going to happen? A burglar sneaks in and steals the TV?" Mike exclaims. He stops his pacing and takes a deep breath, his gaze focusing on Freddy again. He feels calmer watching her trace the patterns on the carpet.
"I'm sorry Angel, I know this isn't you fault or anything I just really need to sleep and eat and relax for a while. A lot has happened today," Mike sighs and looks at Angel apologetically.
"I understand, Mr. Schmidt. Please remember that Vanheim and I are here if you need us. I can explain your job and everything else tomorrow. Have a goodnight and get some sleep." With that, Angel puts the key she used to unlock the door on the kitchen island and leaves, a few seconds later the golf cart's engine fades away.
Mike sighs, removes his shoes, and puts them by the door. He pauses at the bottom of the stairs and looks at his bags. He wants to just leave them there and crawl into a bed upstairs, but if he doesn't take his bags up now it would be more work later...he can just rest on the couch for a bit, then settle in up stairs. It is only late afternoon, he has plenty of time to do nothing.
Mik walks back into the living room and stretches out on the couch. He hasn't slept since he was out camping a day ago, so much has happened since then. Mike hasn't had the chance to sleep. Mike turns his head and gazes into the hypnotic flames dancing in the fireplace. His eyes close and he distantly wonders how the flames were lit…
Mike's eyes pop open and he bolts upright as he stares at the strong flames in the fireplace. He didn't start it and Angel definitely didn't so...Mike turns his head and catches Freddy's small foot disappearing around the corner towards the kitchen.
'Oh no…' Mike hurries after her. He swings around the corner to see Freddy holding a chair as she attempts to stand. Mike freezes, watching her closely. Freddy's small hands grasp the stool seat with both hands and she shakily straightens her legs. She almost falls over twice but manages to stand up straight, breathing heavily. Her face splits into a grin as she stands on her own. Mike realizes his face is beaming to, he can feel her joy. Freddy stands there for a minute, catching her breath and then looks around. Mike ducks around the corner when she gazes in his direction. When he peeks back into the kitchen her gaze is focused on the sink to her right. Freddy takes a deep breath, lets go of the stool and takes a step…
...only to face-plant. Mike is beside her in an instant. She looks away from him as he picks her up, her whole body tense. Mike uses their bond to figure out why and gently hugs Freddy when he realizes she is ashamed.
"Hey, it's ok if you can't get it right the first time. I was so proud that you were able to stand on your own!" he tells her. Freddy's ears perk and she turns to look at him. He gives her an encouraging smile, after a moment Freddy returns it. Her smile morphs into a yawn as she leans into his chest. Soon, she's fast asleep.
"I think that's enough adventuring for now though we need to rest up for tomorrow."
Mike carries her upstairs after putting out the fire, which he still needs to ask her how she started it. He puts Freddy into a bed in one bedroom and was going to leave to claim another as his own when he pauses. He looks at Freddy asleep on the bed and something inside him can't leave her alone like this. Mike sighs, too tired to figure out what exactly this bond is or anything else. He turns off the light and crawls under the covers. Freddy snuggles closer and Mike's arms automatically pull her closer. Soon, Mike is out too.
/
Ok, so…
If you are confused about anything then, please ask!
This story should be updated regularly because I've written several chapters ahead of this, so...twice a week maybe? Dunno, guess you will find out.
Also, I may update my other stories soon if anyone is reading those. Thanks for reading!