Michael will fix his father's mistakes (bravevolunteer) wrote in penance_thread, @ 2022-05-04 17:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, !trial, michael afton |
Who: Michael Afton & the many faces of Ennard
What: Trial
When: Night of May 3rd
Where: Anger Circle
Status: Narrative, Finished
Warnings: IF THE IDEA OF SOMETHING ALIVE BEING IN YOUR BODY IS UNCOMFY TO YOU DO NOT READ THIS, GORE GORE GORE, Blood, Vomiting & throwing up blood, being moved/getting puppeteered/loss of control of your body, this trial made me itchy, Ennard is kinda gross if you think about it, Elizabeth Afton gaslights, gatekeeps, and girl bosses her way in this one,
His joints were aching. The kind of ache you get when you’ve been sitting for too long. He shifted his throbbing hips and held his head. The air around him had a chill and in the distance he could hear the infamous river that kept him company in previous trials.
“Let’s p-p-party! Hahahahahaah!”
“Sssh, quiet now. He’s thinking.”
“But it's almost time for our show! Shall we get in our role?! What do you say Michael?!”
Their voices echoed in his head. Michael coughed, blood dribbling down his chin. His shirt was soaked through with blood, like he was having a bad attack. His fingers dug into his scalp as he doubled over and coughed up the blood that was settling in his lungs. His vision was hazy while he drooled and stared at the pile of goo between his feet. As the haze cleared, shiny bits of metal became more and more clear. Michael stuck his fingers in his mouth and pulled out a wire. Inside his body the robot shifted, forcing his hand off of his head. Soon after he lost control in his other arm and Michael watched both hands start playing with the bloody wire. His head would have rolled to the side if not for the metal skeleton inside him propping it up. A metal coil broke through the skin on his arm and his hands stopped moving.
“Freddy! You’re breaking him.”
“Sor-ry! That wire was f-f-from Bon-Bon!”
Michael closed his eyes, feeling returning to his hands. “I don’t want to do it anymore…” He mumbled, “God why am I feeling this? I didn’t feel any of this before.” The pain didn’t even make him cry anymore, his whole body just felt numb and uncomfortable. Every time one of them moved or shifted he could feel the metal catching on his muscles or pushing through his bones. He could hardly even wheeze, each breath needed to push past a metal endoskeleton.
“You’re feeling it all because, dummy, you’re not pretending.”
“Elizabeth… Let me go.”
“We’re not done hiding, dummy. We can hide because we look like you.”
“It’s showtime!”
Michael shouted in pain as his legs moved. The metal frame shredded his calves as he stood up. Blood swelled under his skin as he started to move. Each step made his body feel more and more on fire. Michael’s jaw grew stiff and then locked up while they walked across the field. He wheezed for air as his grunts turned into whimpering. His calf tore and a metal spring stuck out of his leg as they shuffled over part of the ravine. His scream was muffled by his clenched teeth, “ELIZABETH PLEASE!”
“Just pretend Michael. Pretend it doesn’t hurt. You’re good at pretending. You always were.”
Rust lined the inside of his mouth. His skin was tearing at the steams. Metal scratched his remaining organs. The metallic groans of Ennard drowned out his desperate wheezing.
“It’ll be ok. You’ll get better. You’ll survive. Isn’t that right? That’s what you said back then wasn’t it? When we were only pretending.”
“Liz….I…. I was serious… Evan….”
“Evan was a fighter. He’d pull through. He would have gotten better. Those are lies, dummy. You know he wouldn’t have gotten better. You heard the doctors tell Father he had no brain activity, but you didn’t know that I heard it too. I was pretending, just like you.”
Tears streamed down his bloody face. He didn’t have the muscles or tendon left to fight the metal frame inside him. Michael was giving up in his struggle against them. I can’t do this… They’re too strong when they’re together. Fuck.. This hurts so fucking bad. He desperately tried to center his train of thought, but it was hard when everyone was talking. Ballora humming, Freddy laughing, Foxy screaming, all of it filled his head to the brim. The only bit of silence he got was from Elizabeth, but with every second of silence from her he could feel her eyes bore deeper and deeper into his heart.
“Let’s play pretend Michael. You can close your eyes and pretend you’re not here. That you’re on a vacation far far away with a living brother and a living sister and a father that loves you. Are you ready? Close your eyes.”