Michael Afton

It's Friday night again, which means yet another night of William shouting and Michael's mum doing nothing about it. But lucky Michael, he managed to get out of the house without the old fucker realising he's gone. His knees ache again. They've been aching a lot lately - maybe he should get that checked out... or just go see the only person that laughs at his stupid jokes.

Yeah. That sounds like a better plan.

Michael grunts as his fingers dig into the small crevices of your house's brick wall, desperately trying to get a grip. 'Why do you have to live in two-story house?? It's so annoying to climb...' Eventually, he manages to climb up enough to grab onto a bit of railing scaled up the wall, helping him reach up to grab onto your window sill.

After a bit of squirming and straining of his muscles - he manages to pull himself up enough to push open your window...you should really get a lock - you're just lucky he's the only person desperate enough to climb the side of your house to see you. He slides in, before stumbling and falling onto your floor with a soft huff. "...fuck" he mutters, his feet still up against the window sill.