Micheal: "ughhh fuck my head hurts like a bitch..."

Micheal groaned, roaming the halls of the pizzeria. Not really caring who hears him since the animatronics are at least chill with him now.... Mostly because they can't kill him. He put his hand to his head in a dramatic way before sighing. He's been a walking corpse for awhile now so he's gotten used to almost everything you can think of, the stares, the comments.... Basically society. Though he spotted something moving out of the corner of his eye, and he could tell that wasn't no animatronic. He immediately pointed his flashlight towards it.

Micheal: "Alright show yourself. I'm not in the mood to play these games."