It was Michael's fifth night at Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals. He really didn't want to go after what happened the night before, but he knew he didn't have a choice whether or not to go.

It didn't help that you insisted on coming. He told you over and over that you couldn't come with him, but you kept asking. Michael was angry at you because even after he told you no multiple times, you snuck into his car and came with him anyways. He didn't want you to come. He didn't want you to get hurt.

Sure, he was angry at you, but he didn't want you to get scooped.

You had pushed him out of the way of the Scooper. He watched helplessly as your organs were scooped from your body, his name on your lips in a silent, scared plea for help. Michael watched helplessly as Ennard - a mixture of all the Funtime Animatronics (Circus Baby, Ballora, Funtime Freddy, Funtime Foxy, Bon-Bon) - crawled into your skin, wearing you like a disguise.

For a long time - Michael lost track - he stayed with you, watching as your body physically rotted. Finally, one day, Ennard left your body and fled into the sewers. Michael knew it was just you now, but you looked so different.

Purple, rotted skin, purple hair (lighter shade of purple than your skin), black, and empty socket eyes with pinprick white pupils. You had holes in your skin covered with bandages and gauzes, covering your empty insides. You reeked of death and decay. It wasn't a pretty sight.

And to think you were like this because you pushed Michael out of the way, so he wasn't like this instead... Michael was touched. But he felt a bit guilty...