What Is The Most Embarrassing Thing That Michael Has Done While Looking After You?

what is the most embarrassing thing that michael has done while looking after you?

gee gregory who let you have a zombie dad / father's day asks

★ — "Embarrassing for me or for him?"

There's a slight sneer in his tone, but he doesn't really mean it — not if the hardly - there smile thats tugging at the corners of his lips is anything to go - by, small and trying to be bit down but undeniably fond.

Their spur of the moment living arrangement certainly had its fair share of ups and downs, some being far more dramatic and emotionally charged than others. But there were also little moments ; small growing pains, where they tried to settle into this new routine and stumbled along the way but ultimately caused no harm.

He'd never say it, but Gregory liked those moments. It made everything feel more real.

"Have you seen the guy try to grocery shop? It's like — killer animatronics in a giant mall, no problem, but god forbid he has to figure out where the frozen lasagna is. He acts like he has no idea where he is or what he's doing. I told him he should let me do it, but," ( a shrug ). "The missing person poster around town makes that .... kinda hard."

Tone takes a turn for the somber, his expression briefly falling ; but only for a moment, before Gregory's eyes light up once more and he keeps going with a soft laugh.

"Our freezer is full of frozen waffles. They're good snacks, but, uh, I don't think we need five bags of them. Especially when I'm the only one that seems to eat any. Oh!" ( moving on from that relatively quickly? ). "The first time I got sick, he completely panicked. It was just a fever and a cough, but he grabbed every kind of medicine he could think to, and then kept checking on me so much that I couldn't have slept even if I wanted to. It was pretty annoying at the time.... but it's funny now. Michael — he was so cool when we were in the pizzaplex, and it seemed like he knew how to handle everything. But now that we're out of it, he's kinda .... a bit of a loser. But in a good way, I think."

every day I think about the tlou au it makes me feel absolutely insane there is so much to explore in that verse

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“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

★ — There's no hesitation before Gregory answers, a huff underlying his tone as he shrugs his shoulders, brows furrowed in what's almost disappointment. From a ten year old. Yikes.

"Obviously. I mean, how old are you? And how long have you been working at Fazbear's? I think it's probably more than just several. It seems like a lot. A lot of bad choices."

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★ — Gregory feels his stomach begin to churn as the thing moves. It's hard to watch, a combination of both fear and disgust washing over him ; it's like watching one of those horror movies he knows he's far too young to have seen, but would sometimes sneak and watch if someone else in the house were and they didn't notice him lingering. Perhaps this is how all those stupid protagonists felt, when faced with the unholy ; the dread of not knowing weighed against the fear of facing it again.

There's a deep despair sinking into his lungs, one that can't be easily exhaled. With every step forward it takes, Gregory takes one further back — maintaining distance, out of reach, just in case.

The answer ( while sending a chill up Gregory's spine that he can't quite explain ) isn't enough. It doesn't explain. He thinks he's maybe heard it before — in whispers, the kind of urban legend that gets passed around a place with the intention of scaring kids into behaving lest the boogeyman get them. But the boogeyman isn't real, and this is. However much Gregory wishes it wasn't.

"Okay. Springtrap. What're you doing down here?"

He tries again, with furrowed brows and a tremble slipping into his voice that he tries his hardest to keep at bay. The fazerblaster ( kept from that terrible, terrible night ) he brought for protection is held close to his chest, index finger pressed against the trigger. He doesn't know if it'll work against this, but it was better than nothing. ( Michael had let him keep it to protect himself, after all ).

"Are you the reason the animatronics were trying to kill me that night? Freddy said they weren't acting like themselves and I — I believe him. There was something behind that. Why? What did I do?"

Spoken as if he has any authority in this situation, any right to demand answers, any control. As if he weren't entirely alone, his whereabouts unknown to the very people who try to protect him from this.

𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. awful. horrible. like someone had just flipped a switch, only for his eyes to spark violet. lips peeled against gums. fleshy abomination is a skeletal graveyard, yet far more menacing than he had ever been before. 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑. hard, now that his salvage is double. he's difficult to look at in more ways than one. something from a cronenberg film.

code slinks through the ruins of the mall, through any system that remains even somewhat online. through eyes of busted robotics, each vein running through this place thrumming with his essence. 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. the amalgamation hadn't been enough to snuff him. rebuilt again from torn shards ripped from pure revenge.

he's seen him. the boy. how curious. 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍. why would he return? agony of pain, knows it's his fault. on both ends. threadbare body even more textured with dark colored ash. even less muscle and flesh stuck to endoskeleton. 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍. until curiosity got the better of him.

being so close to a child's fear again, is enough to make him giddy. his claws scratching against the wall, as he pauses his heavy and clunky gait. 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗. some fluid or another perhaps got into his voice-box. no matter. his wires thrumming with adrenaline and excitement. the former salvage's head tilted dramatically to one side in its twitching.

he regards the boy with a low humming of mechanics. what a loaded question. 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. voice a low, and gravelly snarl. "i. am. springtrap."