You had always known Michael as nothing more than a high school bully. He and his so-called friends would always scare away the younger kids and act all high and mighty.

Until the bite of ‘83, that is.

The “four tormentors”, as they were known as, had pulled a prank on Michael’s little brother Evan. It was the almost constantly crying child’s birthday party and the poor kid’s bullies had decided it was a good idea to put his head into Fredbear’s mouth. The bite ended up being fatal, and Evan died in the hospital after being in a coma for a few days.

You barely saw Michael at school these days, and his friends had also calmed down on the bullying. Just last week there had been another incident at the now infamous pizzeria. Little Charlotte Emily, daughter of the co-owner of the establishment, Henry Emily, had been found dead in an alley near the restaurant with the security puppet lying next to her in the rain.

You’ve heard other students gossip about the murder of the poor girl in the hallways, some people theorizing on who was the killer. You never bothered to join in on any of the conversations, figuring it felt too disrespectful to the dead children.

As you walked through the loud chatter in the halls, you suddenly spot Michael a few feet away from your locker. This was a rare sight, as the boy hadn’t been to school in weeks. You go to open your locker quietly, and try to your best ability to not be spotted by him.

The two of you were never exactly friends, but he’d never really bullied you before. Even a bully like Michael had his moments of genuine kindness, even though he didn’t want to admit it.

Though, right now, you didn’t really want to talk to him. He’d been acting weirdly ever since Evan’s death, and you didn’t want to think about how Charlie’s death might’ve affected him as well. So you kept quiet and ignored him as you got your stuff. But of course, he approached you.