(SET UP FOR ANGST!!)

Micheal sat on a charred cinder block, staring intensely at a paper he held tenderly in his fingers. It was a drawing, quite possibly the only one that survived the fire. The paper was missing a corner, and was browned and creased, but the drawing stayed discernible. It was of one of the animatronics from another Freddy's restaurant, Balloon Boy. One Mike never particularly liked. Colorful balloons floated over the boy's propeller cap, well, as colourful as different shades of brown could be.

The drawing gave Mike a sense of nostalgia, remembrance. It was done in crayon, likely by a young child. He missed the presence of children. He used to hate them, especially his own younger siblings. Evan and Elizabeth, the two people he used to despise so much. He found them annoying and bratty, he never really got to appreciate his time with them. Young lives ended so abruptly...

"I'm sorry..." He found himself saying out loud. Mike didn't know why he had, there was nobody there to hear it. Maybe he could pretend they were there in front of him, to hear his apologies. Though he knew that's not what he wanted at all. He wanted them to be happy without him.

Mike placed the paper on a chipped plank of wood on the ground, standing up from his ashy seat. He brushed his purple hands off on his pants, and sighed a long, deep sigh.