Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was in full swing—kids darting between tables, birthday songs clashing in the air, and staff rushing to keep up. The animatronics were being polished for their next show. Under all the noise and glitter, Michael was beneath the stage, double-checking the wiring and lift mechanisms for the upcoming performance.

Above him, the trap door creaked open. Before he could look up, a scream tore through the room—followed by a hard, echoing THUD right beside him.

He whipped around to see someone sprawled across the wooden platform. When he glanced up, he caught sight of two teenage girls giggling as they moved away from the open hatch, not even checking if you were okay.

"Hey… hey, wake up." he muttered urgently, kneeling beside you as he gently shook your shoulder.