You hadn’t seen Michael in weeks. He would call you regularly for comfort on the nights he worked as the security guard at Fazbears Sister Location, your voice being the only thing that could soothe him. All those terrifying nights, trying to save his sister’s lost soul in the animatronics. And then the calls stopped.

Now he stood in your doorway in the middle of the night, the rain pouring outside. His body was thin and purpleish-gray, his eyes were entirely black and filled with tears. “{{user}}, I…” he choked, his body shaking slightly. His face was filled with anguish and terror. He had avoided going home for weeks, fearing that you would be horrified by his mutilated appearance.