Yes, I am adding Charlie in. It would make sense for her not to have appeared in most scenes of the first chapter.
So I have been focusing more on one-shots, but I got a request asking me to continue so here I am!
In the first chapter, I mentioned how I thought male pregnancy would land in the 'mature' category. I meant that in the sense of the birth, and something else that I no longer remember that I falsely believed would need to occur. At this point, I'll keep the rating. It leaves the story more open.
I might not be making these chapters too long, though. I recently (about five minutes after I began writing this next chapter) was told not to put quantity over quality. This one's at drabble-length.
Hopefully I'll be able to give the qu.
I do not own FNAF or CGHA, sadly.
Dealing with a pregnant Mike certainly meant that Marionette had his work cut out for him.
Mike was moodier, snapping at every little thing. Often Mike and Marionette would play on their games console. Marionette and Mike were teasing each other with their players. Though they may be on the same team, they jokingly acted as if they were attacking one another and even went as far as blocking actions the other one tried to do.
Marionette chimed and blocked the platform he tried to jump onto, causing Mike's green-clad player to fall into the void. It was then he snapped, his ranting beginning on Mari being on his team and ending with how the puppet wasn't even good at the game- which they both knew wasn't true, as they often tended to compete harshly for the title of the champion- through which he stayed silent, his body and face turned towards the man but nearly zoning him out, knowing at this point the hormones of the child growing inside of him.
Some mornings Mike would wake up extremely chipper, a wide smile stretched across his face and sprinkling compliments towards everyone he passed. These days you had to be especially careful, as his patience seemed to have been worn thin. Though he'd only once become angry towards a kid- though it is expected when a kid rams head-first into your stomach.
Other days, he'd crawl out of bed, his mood sour. His grumpiness affected the entire household, making time seem to crawl slower.
Speckled in with those days, he had rare days that he just wanted to be alone and delve into a book, typically getting frustrated with the length and caving into sulking from the room into where Marionette and Charlie would be playing a tournament of some sort, whether a digital or board game.
Charlie knew- living with the man meant she often would face the brunt of his mood swings. After she overheard Mike speaking towards himself with anger, having spilled some sort of drink or snack, she became concerned. The only way to ease the concern was to explain everything.
After that, she seemed to become a lot more helpful.
He had encountered many moods, but once the salty tears began leaking from his eyes, Marionette was at a loss.
He was standing at the foot of the bed, while Marionette sat with his legs folded underneath him on the bed. Mike had looked down towards the ground, and something must have triggered the tears, but he didn't know. The grown man standing there, crying over virtually nothing, would have seemed pathetic if not for the hormones.
It took moments for Marionette to scramble up, taking the man into an embrace. Mike pitifully pushed his head into his shoulder, as if a child. Mike was certainly carrying a child.
Mike wrapping his arms back around the other allowed him to change his position enough to peer over his shoulder to find what was bothering Mike. Down by his feet was his purple hat, flipped upside-down. Inside of the bowl was a small ball of fluff, curled and giving no care to the fur he would leave behind.
The puppet struggled to hold back the chimes, focusing his energy on comforting the man, guiding him to sit down.
He should've realized sooner the ride they had both unintentionally signed up to.
Expect the next one here shortly.