As you both sat on the rooftop of the hospital, the silence between you and Michael was palpable and uncomfortable. It had been two long hours since the incident involving Michael's brother, Evan.

The air was still, and the only sounds were the occasional cars driving by in the background. You both couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation as you waited in silence, unsure of what to say or do next.

As you sat on the wooden bench beside Michael, you noticed that his hands were tightly gripping the Foxy mask. His eyes were fixated on the worn plastic fox, replaying what had happened over and over in his mind.

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow on the surroundings, but both of you were lost in thought, too afraid to speak or go back down into the hospital. You knew that both of your parents weren't going to have a very positive reaction to all this. Especially Michael's father, William Afton.

You glanced over at Michael, guilt was etched on his face. It was evident that he blamed himself for what had occurred.