A/N: Ah, don't you just love October? The crisp autumn air, the colors, the pumpkins … and the scent of blood on the wind.
Welcome to WHUMPTOBER, folks, my favorite time of year. I've never participated in the event, but I think I'm going to try my hand at the prompts this year, just for fun. I know WHUMPTOBER started yesterday, but that's not stopping me XD
DISCLAIMER: Prompts come from Tumblr, created by "ailesswhumptober." I also don't own Five Nights at Freddy's.
October 2nd Prompts: Unfortunate fall, and, "Don't Move, You'll be Okay."
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"Mike? What are you doing?"
Mike glances over the edge of the roof, pausing in hammering down another shingle as Vanessa climbs out of her police cruiser. She's still in uniform, so she must have just gotten off work. "Hey," he raises his hammer in greeting.
"How did you get up there?" Vanessa steps closer to the house, craning her neck to look up at him.
The filtered sun dances across her hair and face, but Mike tries not to focus on that as he returns to hammering. "There's a ladder in the back."
"Oh," Vanessa gives a slight nod. "Storm got your house too?"
"Yeah," Mike sighs, testing the durability of the replaced shingle before moving to the edge of the roof to place another. "Me and Abs had to go shingle hunting this morning."
Vanessa laughs. "Practicing for Easter already, huh?"
"Right," Mike snorts, pausing briefly to send her a grin. "What better way to practice than letting your house play Easter bunny?"
"Exactly," Vanessa returns his grin. "That way you and Abby both can get practice. Speaking of Abby, where is she?"
"She should be back in a sec," Mike responds. "I'm running out of nails, so I sent her inside to get some more."
"Oh, okay," Vanessa starts towards the door. "I'll go see if she needs any help."
"What, you don't wanna help me?" Mike calls after her, a teasing edge to his voice.
"Stitches, remember? Don't wanna pull them."
"I thought you already got them out?" He asks, then scoffs at the knowing smirk Vanessa shoots him before disappearing inside.
He shakes his head fondly, then returns to working on the roof. He loves the relationship they've acquired these past few months, it never fails to put a smile on his face. It was just him and Abby for the longest time, so having another person around has really changed their lives for the better.
His legs start to grow tingly from the position he's in, so he stretches one out, forgetting about the bucket of shingles at his side. It tips over, and instinctually, he throws out a hand to catch it, though lets go of the edge of the roof in the process. He only has a split second to process what's happening before he's already tumbling off the side of the house, the bucket clattering to the ground somewhere below him.
His eyes widen, but he doesn't have time for much else before he's colliding with the driveway, his world abruptly going black.
"Mike?!"
"C'mon, don't do this to me."
"Mike, wake up!"
Mike groans, pain lancing across his body as awareness creeps back into his mind. A figure leans over him, their blurry face haloed by golden wisps of hair, and he squints. "'An'ssa?"
He moves his arm, planning on reaching out to her, but a pained noise leaves him at the agony the movement provokes. He feels hands cradle his face, and the touch calms him somewhat. The figure leans closer, and he can make out more of her features, like her green eyes, and the concern etched across her face.
"Don't move," Vanessa instructs, and the thinly masked fear in her voice rouses his panic. "You'll be okay, just … just stay still."
"W-why?" Mike's breathing quickens. "What happened?"
"Shh, it's okay," Vanessa presses her forehead to his, her eyes mysteriously damp. "You just had an accident, but you'll be fine."
"What aren't you telling me?" Mike asks, his body starting to tremble. "Where's Abby?"
"She's calling an ambulance," Vanessa's expression twists. "I couldn't let her see you, not … not now."
"'Nessa, tell … tell me what's goin' on," Mike blinks, unconsciousness already threatening to pull him back under.
"I will, I promise," Vanessa cards her fingers through his hair, anguish lining her face. "But not now, I don't want you hurting yourself."
Mike tries to argue, but Vanessa's image starts to blur, a streak of agony whiting out his vision. The pain travels along his spine, and through his left arm before his body has had enough. The last thing he's aware of is Vanessa calling his name, and something wet dripping onto his face.
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A/N: Oh, I feel so mean, mwahaha. Death is not my intentions, but you can think whatever you want XD
Hope the ending wasn't too rushed for y'all.
Thanks for reading.
