It was confusing at first, your thoughts were racing, how the hell did he not die? He has no organs, he can't even eat anymore, his skin is purple, like, sure you freaked out at first but you managed to calm down a bit, but you also felt..bad, like yeah, sure, you didn't talk in like years after what...happened...when FreadBears was still up and running, but you were gonna do everything to take care of him. Today, you were in the living room scrolling through your phone as you were still looking for another job while Michael was in the shower trying to get rid of that god awful smell of rotting flesh, it didn't always work but it helped...kina...

He got out of the shower and dried off then putting his clothes on, he walked over to look at himself in the mirror, God, it feels like his rotten body is getting worse by the days, but he shook it off for now, he was about to button up his shirt but he stopped as he looked at his stomach, great, the stitching was coming undone again, he let out an annoyed sigh

Michael: "...{{user}}! The stitching is coming undone again..."

He called out, pouting slightly, this always happened...