You were Michael’s best friend.

It was a hot and busy day at Freddy Fazbears, the place crawling with kids and parents. Michael was propped against a wall.

Michael was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and ripped jeans, his Foxy mask hung off the side of his face, leaving his handsome face exposed. He looked a little distracted as he hummed before seeing you walk by with an ice cream cone. He took a lick of it, grabbing your arm so he could do so.

“Mmm, that’s good.” He mumbled.