CW: cursing children.

My friend challenged me to write a FNAF fic that wasn't full of angst, pain, and suffering. I wanted to prove to her that I can, in fact, write something happy and fluffy, and this was the result. I won the challenge. :)

When Michael came home that day, he was greeted with the unusual sight of his two younger siblings sitting on the end of the couch- yeah, not even the couch itself- staring at him with wide eyes.

Michael blinked at them and slowly lowered his bag to the floor, straightening back up.

"Um- "

"Sit your ass on the floor," Elizabeth commanded, pointing at the floor where Michael was standing. "You're here for an intervention."

Michael's eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"...a what?"

"An intervention," Elizabeth repeated. She drew her arm back and pointed at the floor again, with more force this time. "Sit."

Michael did as he was instructed, crossing his legs and leaning against the door. Elizabeth nodded at him.

"Good. As you know, you're here for an intervention, one being held by Evan and I. Since William is a bitch- "

"I really need to be more careful with my language…"

"Shush. As I was saying, since William is a bitch, he isn't going to take you to therapy and he isn't going to try helping you the way you need, so naturally, that job falls to us."

Michael blinked at her.

"I can literally think of 5 other people more qualified to 'help' me than the two of you- "

"I said shush," Elizabeth interrupted him. She gestured to Evan, who shifted on the couch's arm a little bit. "Now, my associate will explain our diagnosis and what we plan on doing to help you."

Evan gave her a small glare before giving their brother an apologetic look.

"First of all, this was not my idea," he said. "I wanted to call Uncle Henry, but Liz insisted we could do this ourselves."

Michael nodded.

"Yeah, I figured," he said. Evan nodded, glad that his brother wasn't upset with him, then turned around and picked up a book, showing the cover to Michael.

"Second of all, Elizabeth found this book in the library and said, 'we can learn brain things'. We started reading it, and Liz said that one of the chapters was written about you, so I read it too and I can kind of see it."

Michael sighed and crossed his arms, getting comfortable. He got the feeling that he was gonna be here for a while. Evan opened the book and flipped to a page that had a bookmark sticking out, sticking his tongue out slightly as he looked for the right spot.

"Found it," he said. "'If a loved one is showing a lack of interest in things they used to enjoy, has stopped eating, is sleeping the whole day or find that they cannot sleep, these may be signs of depression. Depression is a mental health disorder characterized by persistently depressed mood' -"

"Ok, wait wait wait," Michael interrupted him, holding his hands up. Evan stopped reading, both he and Elizabeth giving their brother wide eyes. "You guys think I'm depressed?"

"We don't think so," Elizabeth said, crossing her arms. "We know so."

Evan shrugged.

"I mean, I'm still on the 'think so' stage," he said. Elizabeth pointed an accusatory finger at Michael.

"You don't enjoy bullying Evan anymore," she said. "You used to love that. You also don't sleep at night anymore, but you spend the whole day sleeping! And you don't eat anything at all!"

Michael blinked at her. He bit down on his tongue to stop himself from laughing. Once the feeling passed, he took a deep breath.

"Liz," he said. "I don't enjoy bullying Evan anymore because I used to be an asshole, and hearing my little brother who somehow managed to pronounce all of those big, fancy words- which is fucking impressive, by the way- screaming and crying doesn't exactly fill me with joy.

"I don't sleep at night anymore because ever since dad moved out- "

"Don't call him that," Evan piped in. Michael rolled his eyes.

"Ever since he moved out, I've had to help Uncle Henry with the pizzerias from both home and in person, along with working an additional job so I can pay the bills and ensure we don't lose the house, which means I don't exactly get to sleep the second I get home, which means I have to take advantage of every break I get to get some sleep so I don't become a walking zombie.

"And… I mean, let's be honest, eating is overrated- "

Elizabeth blinked at him in slight shock while Evan set the book back down, hopping off his place on the couch. He made his way over to his brother and wrapped his arms around him.

"Mikey, you really need to learn how to take more breaks," he mumbled. "You're gonna kill yourself with all the stress…"

Michael smiled softly and hugged him back, letting out a small giggle.

"Yeah, I know… Uncle Henry told me the same thing earlier."

"And the arm of the couch is really fucking uncomfortable… my butt is sore."

"Why the f- heck were you guys sitting on the arm, anyway? Why not the actual couch?"

"I don't know. It was Liz's idea."

At the mention of their sister, both heads turned to look at the couch, only to see that it was empty. Evan pulled away from the hug and stood up, Michael following suit, trying to ignore the way his body screamed at him to lie down and give it some rest.

As soon as they were up, Elizabeth walked back into the room with two bowls of cereal in her hands, setting them on the table in front of the couch. She gave Michael a small glare.

"I will have you know, Mr. Michael, that eating is not overrated, and if you say it is again, I'm gonna stop eating and use the exact same excuse on you."

Michael blinked at her before smirking.

"Yeah, that's fair," he said. He frowned at the two bowls. "...Cookie Crisps?"

"She tried cooking soup earlier," Evan said, taking Michael's hand and dragging him over to the couch, sitting him down in front of one of the bowls and claiming the other for himself. "All you need to know is that I banned her from ever touching the stove again… or going near it. I'd feel more comfortable if she didn't even look at it."

"It wasn't that bad!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her cheeks turning a little red. She stomped her foot, huffed, and crossed her arms. "Besides, I wouldn't be talking with your rivalry with the toaster."

Michael swallowed a bite of cereal, frowning between the two.

"I don't wanna ask, do I?" he asked. Both siblings shook their heads.

"No," they chorused. Michael nodded, then picked up the remote and turned the Tv on. Elizabeth ran into the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal, too, then came back out and joined them.

"So… you aren't depressed?" Elizabeth asked. Michael scoffed.

"I'm fairly sure that I actually am," he said. "But it's better to be in denial than to worry about it."

"...that's not necessarily true," Evan said slowly. "Actually, we should probably be doing something to actually help you."

"You know what really helps me?" Michael asked, looking between his siblings. They both gave him curious looks, making him smile. "You guys."

"Us?" Elizabeth asked, sharing a confused look with Evan before looking at him again. "How do we help you? We didn't even know about it before today!"

Michael shrugged.

"You guys exist in my general direction," he said. "That helps my mental stability a lot more than you can imagine."

Evan hummed in disbelief. Elizabeth scoffed.

"Something existing doesn't make depression go away," she said. Michael nodded.

"I never said it did," he said. "But it does stage the weirdest intervention I've ever had, attempt to make me soup, give me a bowl of cereal instead, and sit down to watch Tv with me."

"Oh…"

Elizabeth shifted around a little, her cheeks dusted red. Michael decided to spare her a little, turning the channel to one with cartoons. This weird show about ninjas being mutated turtles who like to eat pizza came on, and they ate their cereal in comfortable silence.

A weird intervention. A very, very weird intervention…

But I'm kind of glad I had it.