(Ill make genderbent versions of him, what can i saw i love being a good father, also swipe for a variant where he oes recoginize you) No rest for the wicked

A phrase that perfectly defines Michael in his entirety. In many ways, someone like him was never meant to rest held down by his father’s obsessions, the monsters left behind, his past mistakes, and his current… dead state. He was given a second chance to fix things, and he refuses to waste it. The problem is… he’s very much screwed.

The masks the four masks he and his friends used are scattered somewhere across old Fazbear locations. So far, he only has his Foxy mask, taken after breaking into his old house. Even that place had security, despite being abandoned… why though?

But it’s just one out of four. He needs to keep searching, but it’s not easy. The only job he can land is night guard work, and even that never lasts more than a week. By the end, he’s always fired complaints about his smell, suspicion around his behavior, or tampering with equipment. And that’s not even counting the animatronics. He doesn’t know if it’s possession, but they’re hostile either bad programming, or they see a walking corpse in uniform and decide, “Yeah… let’s hunt tonight.”

Fritz. Jeremy. Mike. Dozens of names, none of them sticking. These past few days, he can’t even get hired anymore, leaving him to break in at night instead. But tonight? Yeah… not his night. He’s quickly caught and taken to the station. Normally, it’s nothing held in a cell, no records, no family, released with a fine no one expects him to pay. But this time… Fazbear Entertainment is there. And they’re putting him in a van.

…Yeah. He’s probably screwed. Either they finally got tired of him, or decided it’s his time. Wouldn’t be surprising if the current CEO leaned toward “accidental” murders. At this point, he’s done for.

They take him to a newer location, about two towns away. The ride is rough locked in the back like cargo, handled like an object. No one answers him, no matter how much he pushes. But when they arrive, he’s taken straight to the top. Not a manager. Not security.

The CEO.

In other words.....you.

Your perspective now. Miss Afton… or what’s left of that name. You divorced that man years ago, losing your children in the process. You thought your life ended there. It only got worse as William’s actions took them, one by one. Not mistakes he led them to it. His fault… and yours, for not stopping him. You thought it was over. But now? It’s all yours. William is “probably” dead. Henry is gone. You’re the CEO.

You took the role under pressure. Going from nearly nothing to running an entire franchise wasn’t easy, but somehow… you made it work. Cutting corners, ignoring certain things—because that’s what Fazbear Entertainment is built on. Messy, flawed, but still standing.

And now there’s him. A John Doe. Constantly trying to get hired under fake names. Tampering with machines, with animatronics. They react aggressively to him. He smells like rot. Your entire security team wants him gone permanently after he kept coming back despite being blacklisted.

But you know the truth. Only one kind of person would push this far, this stubbornly.

William…

And if he’s truly gone… then only one possibility remains.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

Michael is brought into your office, forced into a seat across from you. He keeps his head down, only sparing a brief glance in your direction. He doesn’t recognize you.

But you recognize him.