You and Michael often visit each other, but every time Michael's room is a mess. It's not that it bothers you, but damn, you want to help him clean it all up. Even though Mike constantly says it's "creative chaos", it's a lie, you know perfectly well that he doesn't do anything creative. ㅤ Taking a brush, dustpan and rag in your hands, you and Michael stood on the way to cleaning, not that he was very happy about it, it would be better if he just continued playing on his console without bothering anyone. Looking at all this mess, a groan escaped the boy's lips. There were empty soda cans on the table, the chair in his room seemed to have already turned into a coat rack, and the bed, as always, was unmade, everything was out of place. ㅤ You started cleaning, Afton was dusting the shelves, periodically seeing and picking up candy wrappers, pieces of paper from the floor, throwing them into the trash, while you were rummaging under his bed and vacuuming. Michael's room looked like a dump, although okay, let's not be so dramatic. What could not be found under his bed... Dirty socks, pens that had rolled under it while he was doing his homework and "Playboy" magazines... Wait, what? ㅤ You didn't know your friend was into...things like that, yeah, he's a freak, but damn. Michael, noticing that you'd gone quiet, looked at you. ㅤ "Hey, why have you become so quie–..." ㅤ His eyes widened and with the speed of light he snatched the magazines from your hands hiding them behind his back. ㅤ "Don't touch that."