Like Clockwork

A Steampunk-Esque AU Five Nights at Freddy's Story

Chapter Five: Dancing Lessons

Michael winced as he tried to keep breathing.

"Damn..." He managed out as his face was brought up by the guest lecturer's sword. He looked at the red headed man weakly, trying to not black out.

"Your footing was incorrect." Michael tried to nod curtly at the critism. "And I barely struck you." Spots began to dance in front of Michael and one of the students spoke up; a very risky move, especially considering the fact the guest was a solider of Her Majesty's Army.

"S-Sir, I think-" The red head looked over at the student. "I-I think M-Michael is ill..."

"What gives you that idea?"

"W-Well,-" Michael didn't hear the rest as he passed out, collapsing onto the floor, hearing a few concerned gasps.

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Several hours later, Michael opened his eyes to find himself in the infirmary. He started to get up, but was smacked across the nose by a cloth, like a misbehaving pet.

"Ow!"

"Get back down on the bed!" One of the volunteer nurses ordered as she held the cloth she smacked him with, threateningly. "You are in no condition to go back to classes!" She crossed her arms. "And besides, one of the elder teachers is still scolding the guest lecturer, Mister Fitzgerald-whatever his name is...for getting you hurt on accident; you still need to get your turn to be scolded." Michael glared at the brunette.

"You are hard headed sometimes, Ms. Walker."

"I'm stern. There's a difference." She said as she checked his forehead. "Your fever is down a bit...you shouldn't have gone to class in the first place..."

"It would've been rude. He is a guest lecturer...and everyone considers me the best swordsmen. I wanted to make everyone proud..."

"Well, now everyone can say you have the best scar placement." She said. "It's a miracle that it's just a scratch across your neck and nothing deeper..." Michael raised an eyebrow, realizing something.

"You were worried about me?" The woman went pink.

"It's my job to be worried about the students!" She exclaimed, turning a deep shade of red as she fanned herself with the cloth. Michael chuckled as he laid back and sighed.

"If you say so." The woman smirked before another nurse poked her head in.

"M-Miss Walker, the Headmaster wishes to speak with you...I am to relieve you until you return from your meeting..." The woman huffed but got up.

"Very well. Make sure he doesn't get up. At least not before I get back."

"Y-Yes ma'am." Ms. Walker nodded before looking at Michael.

"I will stay here." Michael chuckled.

"Good."

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Michael opened his eyes and groaned softly; his head still ached but the pain seemed to have died down. He thought to himself about the nurse from the infirmary; she was a nice woman, though she was very stubborn. Admittedly he had entertained the idea of courting her, but she was technically under his class and it would be extremely unlikely he would see her at the ball. He blushed slightly as he tried to shake those thoughts away.

"Why is your face red?" Michael went even more red as the bird robot, Chica, looked at him intently. Michael went even more red as he tried to explain himself.

"W-Well, I ah-erm, I was thinking about s-someone that I have romantic feelings for..." Chica nodded before frowned.

"Romantic? What's that?"

"Well...uh...It's a word mean when you, um...love someone..."

"Oh..."

"Well...Romantic usually refers to some you like or love different and more than a family member..." Chica blinked, as if she remembered something.

"Like in the stories in the library? The fairy tales with the princes and princesses?" Chica exclaimed excitedly and Michael nodded slowly.

"Something...similar...I guess..." Chica made an excited squeal sound.

"Really?"

"I suppose..." He looked away as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Oh that sounds wonderful! I've always dreamed about a prince sweeping me off my feet and..." She stopped and chuckled nervously.

"And...?"

"And the two of us dancing the night away..." Michael smiled, being reminded of the little girls who would watch the dancing lessons on the way to the finishing school, and when the teacher would spot them and ask them to join in and their giggling and blushing.

"Well...If I can get some help up," Michael said, trying to move to the edge of the bed. "I can start to teach you..." Chica lit up.

"A-Are you sure?" Michael nodded and Chica quickly helped him out of the bed. Luckily for Michael, the headache didn't bother him as much, so he shrugged it off the pain and began to teach Chica how to waltz. And when the other robots saw what was going on, Michael tried to teach them as well, though Freddy and Foxy's bickering about who was going to 'lead' was loud and humorous, until Bonnie and Gold claimed that they would lead, earning chuckling from Chica and Michael.

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And that's all she wrote XD

Bonnie: But you're still writing...

It's an expression Bonnie. It's another way for me to say, I've got no clue on what else to write.

Bonnie: OOOooooh

Yea...So we see a flashback of Michael meeting *coughcoughJeremycoughcough* (Foxy raises an eyebrow)and one of the nurses, who Mikey might have some feelings for. (Mike goes red and groans)

Foxy: Are ye trying slip a spoiler by me? *I throw a laser pointer* Oh! The shiny red light! I SHALL GET YOU THIS TIME-*runs into wall*

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